Deep in the Nether the Wither paced in the air, all the while giving orders to the Wither Skeletons.
W: Put those bricks over there!, import that to service control, make those mobs dance i said Dance!.
WS 1: Sir sandwich?
W: Mustard, onions ham cheese and a slice of bolonie.
WS2: Creeper King called Sir.
W: Treaty goes as planned, no exceptions, we don't have time for this!
WS3: (hold up phone) sir your wife.
W: (picks up phone fast) Eggs and bacon, with a side of ceral and have a cup of coffee when i get home!(puts down phone.)
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to those who didn't get the joke i put above it is referencing the movie Airplane.
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The Wither was worried about something, he just didn't know what it was yet.
suddenly a Wither skeleton apeared, it wasn't authorized though.
one of the Wither Skeletons went over to scold him "You your not suppose to enter uninvited!" he shouted at the violater, it was then the Wither noticed something different about this one, His eyes and a large X across his chest glowed purple.
Wither: (Holds left head in a "No don't" fasion) No wait don't go over there!
W4: huh
But it was too late, the intruder brought his blade down and slashed the Wither Skeleton in two, it then spoke in a eerie tone of voice.
"My Master wishes for me to slay you!" he lugged forward in a staggering motion
Another Wither Skeleton ran forward with his blade to slice down the enemy, but he was stopped by someone grabbing his blade, it was the dead Wither skeleton, he had a glowing scar, right down his middle, he let out a sickening groan.
"What are they?" asked the Wither Skeleton closest too the Wither, sweat ran down his head and while the two Dead took down the struggling Wither Skeleton, the Wither spoke.
Wither: They're the Ender Dead, they're not dead in your sense, Ender magic has been used to raise them, it twist their minds, and in the end if another of they're race is killed, they too will become mindless tools. (lowers head) Its sad, but nothing can be done for them after they are killed (raises head with a angry scowl) we must kill off these ones before they infect the rest!.
WIth that he launched his two heads too take down the Infected, they were defeated easily...too easily.
"Sir...i don't think they were the only ones."
both looked out too see a large amout of Wither Infected stumbling around, some doing nothing, others planting they're blades into the ground
"What are they doing sir?"
The Wither scowled again "they're trying to infect the world, come we must hurry"
he turned and hit a switch on a nearby wall, what opened up was a shelf with Black and grey eggs on them and a Nether Portal, finally the Wither changed, becoming more human till he was a grey haired adult with faced shoulder pads and a black outfit, they Wither Skeleton took on a form following suit though he minused the shoulder pads and had red eyes instead of grey.
The Wither spoke hastily as they grabbed eggs.
"As you know these are Soul Eggs, these must survive at all cost, if my people are infected then its only probable that the Ghast, Blazes, Succubi and others are infected as well" (he turned) "collect as many eggs as you can carry, whats your name by the way?"
"um Tyren sir"
"good, i've never told anyone my name but its Wraith"
"were are we going sir?"
"Overworld, we need help from the other races, this infection can only mean one thing."
"What sir?"
"That the Enderlord has returned!"
With that they walked into the portal and disapeared with the Soul Eggs.
