#endermen minecraft

Today’s Autistic character of the day is:

Endermen from Minecraft

Theoretically:

The spines fit in between the lacing on the back (tie/bow can be either top or bottom, usually only needs to be fitted once)

Front has them really nice and sturdy clasps things

Can be adjusted for looseness and what not (doesn't have to be constricting)

Shoulder/sleeve things and collar optional :)

It was storming.

That was what Rookie knew from the pre-scouting scouting party. It was bad enough that water fell from the sky in the overworld- but to have bolts of energy from the sky that could power up creepers and kill even an enderman? Nobody was going out today.

That was fine by Rookie. She had an extra lesson with Shrooms today, anyway. Shrooms was kind enough to help Rookie research humans- why were they so fascinating?

“Type B Humans have been seen nearby. They have a castle across the river. They are the peaceful type mostly. The castle was never finished. We stay out of their way.” Shrooms said. His sheep, Sheepington, was curled up on his lap as he explained to Rookie.

“Type B humans are close.” Rookie said. “We are under their noses. They do not notice.”

“We cannot tell how they will react. They have many tricks. Some respect us. Some carry water that clings to us. It is not worth losing a pearl over.” Shrooms said. “Though there is an old myth you will like.”

Rookie mumbled. “I have heard it before.”

“You have not heard this one.” Shrooms said. “The leaders deny this one with all they can.”

“I am interested.” Rookie said. She took out another chorus fruit and took a bite.

Shrooms buried his face in Sheepington’s purple fur for a moment, then lowered his voice. “The Founders of the Ender Village came from the End. They went to a continent far away. It was cold and the ground was covered in Hard Water. They found the forest. It rained in the forest. They found the desert. The desert was filled with Husks and Creepers. They wanted to give up.”

Rookie knelt down as well, gently papping Sheepington’s ear. “And then they found the ore cave.”

Shrooms shook his head. “A human appeared to them. The human led them to the ore cave.”

“A human led them to the ore cave…?” Rookie repeated, with the rare tone of questioning she wasn’t supposed to use. 

A week.

It had been a week since the phantom had fallen through the Void.

And it still hadn’t woken up.

The last big update Rookie had gotten was that it was a male, three days ago after Shrooms studied every last book that mentioned Phantoms. He had also helpfully informed Rookie that they were attracted to type B humans who hadn’t slept in a while.

Rookie had also left with scouting parties since then, hunting down phantoms and studying them. She thought the overworld was beautiful- other than the water, that was. In the course of the week, she was also growing quite attached to phantoms as a species.

Her scouting party had gone to nearby villages- not that the villagers wanted to speak to them. The most they had gotten was disdainful glares and… well, Rookie didn’t really like to think about what happened after the glares.

The scouts found a witch’s hut, but all the witches there had chased them away with Splash Water Bottles. Rookie most certainly didn’t appreciate being rained on by angry witches. Compounding this was the fact that when they tried to leave the witch, they had instead found a creeper, and quite stupidly, no one had thought to bring an ocelot.

The poor phantom was never going to get better, at this rate.

Rookie followed the rest of her party back toward the Ore Cave, scanning the night sky for phantoms. There were a few circling overhead, but none of them seemed particularly interested in the endermen.

They teleported into a field, and Rookie reoriented herself on the cloud of phantoms.

One dove.

“THERE!” Rookie exclaimed, teleporting toward the treeline frantically. 

She found the phantom biting a human- Type B, no less!- as a zombie swiped at it.

The human slashed the zombie valiantly, and the phantom was nowhere to be seen. From what Rookie had read of zombies, they had rankings- this one was a Stone Rank, evidenced by his shovel. “Leave them alone!” Rookie shouted.

The zombie didn’t bother to look at her. The human grunted and kept her eyes on the zombie. “Or what, oh Great and Terrible- uff!- Enderman? I could call my Drowned buddies and have them destroy you in an instant!” 

Rookie steeled her nerves, striding forward. “You will not. She will tell me about Phantoms!”

The zombie parried away a sword slice.  “I need its loot, so find your own!” He shouted back. The human’s wooden sword shattered into splinters.

Rookie was about to respond, but she suddenly caught a glimpse of lime green closing in through the trees. Rookie knew what it had to be.

“There is a Creeper!” She pointed. “It is behind you!”

“Name’s Morrison, and I think you’re trying to get me killed!” The zombie, apparently named Morrison, shouted.

Morrison raised his shovel to smash the human’s head in.

Before she realized it, she had teleported between Morrison and the human. “Leave.” She growled. Rookie stood her ground, smacking the zombie away.

Morrison smirked. “HEY!” He shouted. “Nickajack, Huron! Get a load of this Enderfreak who loves humans!”

Two Drowned appeared- both rankless. One carried a sword, and the other held a trident. “We can trade an ender pearl for good money in the sea kingdom.” The one with the trident muttered, hefting his trident to throw.

The other, and Morrison, grabbed Rookie’s arms to keep her still. The drowned’s perpetually wet skin stung her arm. The human shouted something, but Rookie didn’t hear. She thought she heard the trident sailing through the air-

Featuring Psyder (a @/cosmic-nopedog OC) & my sona

Returning to a modest ear length