(⚠️HIATUS)𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕏 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

{1} - {Daily Routine}

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to heavy rain. "Did I have to wake up now-" I sighed, " I was having such a good dream." (Insert fever dream). Suddenly there was a sound. The sound was familiar yet I couldn't recognize what it was, or what made it.

I heard the sound again, "⍙⊑⊬"

This time I could hear it better over the rain. I sat myself up and peeked out from under the covers to look out the window. Outside an enderman teleported under a tree to escape the rain. He looked like he was in subtle pain from the rain. I felt bad but I couldn't do anything about it, so I back to sleep. Something in the back of my head still worried about him. I didn't know why though.

In The Morning

⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⋔⍜⍀⋏⟟⋏☌

I woke up and let my eyes adjust to the light, before hurling the blankets over top of my head. Despite my drowsiness, I got up and got ready to go outside. I walked outside and listened to the zombies burn in the daylight while taking a deep breath. "smells like chaos". I would go to the village nearby, but they banned me for...reasons...(COUGH arson) anyways. I needed iron, and the mines were the only other place to get it unless I stole. " If I wanted any chance of being let back in the village then I probably shouldn't steal from them" I muttered to myself. I reluctantly walked into the cave hoping I wouldn't get lost again. After walking for hours, nearly falling face-first into lava multiple times, almost getting shot by 3 skeletons, not to mention the creepers, and nothing found I went back home.

I screamed into my pillow while listening to the creepers mocking me. When I was about to slam my head back into my pillow, something caught my eye. Outside there was the same enderman from last night. I don't know how I knew, I just did. I lifted my head back up to make sure I was seeing correctly. Turns out I was because when I checked there was the same exact enderman.

I observed the enderman questioning how I recognizes him from last night. It didn't take long for him to notice a person was staring at them. He looked around until our eyes met. We stared at each other until a creeper walked over to him and they started having a conversation.

When he looked away I continued to slam my face into my pillow again. After a few minutes, the realization hit me: I was staring at an Enderman. And I was still alive after staring at an Enderman. I started to process what just happened. "Why would he not kill me...HOW AM I NOT DEAD". I silently questioned my whole existence while lying down on my bed trying to sleep.

I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't. I snuck a peek out the window to see he teleported away. I didn't want to get into any trouble that would be hard to get out of, so I tried not to think about it.

Which was very hard.

(A/N: Please tell me about spelling errors I don't trust Grammarly)