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From the endermans perspective c:


My name is Shadow. I was born in the poor section of town to a mother who died when I was young and a father whom I have never even met. Life was kinda terrible for me due to the fact that I was different. Most Endermen have black hair, black freckled skin, and shades of purple/magenta eyes. Not this Enderman. I have really silky straight midnight-purple hair that fades from black. My skin is almost black, just not freckled. And then there's my eyes...they are a shade of purple no ones seen before. Almost the same as my hair but lighter. So yeah, I'm different. However with the technology we have today I could easily change any of those facts. But I don't. Because there's one overhanging problem that makes those differences seem minuscule.

I'm short.

Shut up.

I'm short for an Enderman. For your information, Endermen are usually 8-10 feet tall, about 3 blocks high.

I, however, am around 5 feet tall.

Just shorter than a human.

I am not a normal Enderman. In absolutely no way.

Moving on.

I was living a nightmare. Food that's about as rare as grass in the End. Oversized clothing that I'd stolen from some rich family. Always on the run from the government. There was no escape. Until I was caught. I had been stealing a chorus pie from a window when the police caught me.. They took me straight to the king.Without telling me who he was. You can probably guess how that conversation went. Let me give you a hint. Not well.