Enderman's POV

"You shouldn't have yelled!" yelled a nearby Endermen. "It was a surprise attack!" I didn't have the time to look ashamed and apologised properly. The zombies had already begun charging.

"All fear Bob the bigoted!" A zombie that looked like he was the leader gurgled. He then ran away, hiding behind his troops.

Bob the bigoted?

If I killed him…

"Sorry!" The other enderman teleported as a zombie madly swiped at its head. The other Endermen reappeared moments later, only for a zombie's claw to hit it leaving three long gashes. I dodged frantically as a zombie's gaping maws tried to take off my face. I grabbed its head shaking it, beating it, anything to stop the teeth from sinking into me. As its head strained towards mine, I flung it away.

The battle ground was already littered with rotten flesh. A few pieces flew towards me. I picked them up as they hit me. The 'inventory' I had was soon filled with the disgusting drop.

"Watch out!" I whirled around, anticipating an attack. Then I realised the cry was directed at one of my fellow Endermen. A greenish creature waddled up to our forces, a frown stretched permanently across its mournful face. There was a soft hissing noise, barely noticeable in the cries around us. The creature was right next to me, a murderous look in its flashing eyes. I teleported away.

"What is it?" I heard someone whisper. Then it exploded, sending Endermen flying, small spherical objects dropping to the ground.

The pearls.

A leader had been slain. Suddenly, this was more than a war. It was a slaughter. Leaders were valued members of the Enderman community, chosen by the Enderdragon to lead the others. They were Endermen with personal ties to many of the soldiers. So, when one was killed… Reality sank in. Endermen fought faster, better, stronger, with more ferocity than ever. Those who did not already have someone to avenge struck out madly to get revenge for their fallen leader. And the opposing army saw that and fought harder. Enraged Endermen pounded the skulls of the undead, the skeleton's arrows flew into the opposing indiscriminately, a murderous wave so powerful most of the Endermen were unable to teleport away in time. Zombies managed to stab a few Endermen, creepers detonated like ugly, destructive fireworks and the spider jockeys manoeuvred around, the spiders pouncing repeatedly. Drops fell like rain. Bones. Rotten flesh. A weird drop called 'Gunpowder'. Even some string, and some time throughout the batting I saw something that looked like a spider's eye.

As the undead fell, I started to think we were winning. And we were. I just had to jinx our luck. Several words that should not be repeated in front of young children ran through my head as I realised what was in front of me.

Notch's POV

For the twentieth time today, I heard a loud "Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

Are we- argh- bad pig! Don't run into a cactus!" We had to travel through a desert to get to the temple, because whoever spawned them put them there. And as Steve's pig had discovered, there were cactuses there. Finally, with a lot of help, he got the pig's face out of the cactus. Then he rode it into another cactus. And of course, we had to make a grave.

"We will always remember you Piggy." Steve mourned. "You were a brave and noble steed despite being too stupid to not run into a cactus." Then he ate the porkchop and added, "You also contributed a few hotdogs to my hunger bar," completely confusing everyone.

For what felt like the 100th time today I wondered exactly what I had done wrong in a past life that made whichever higher power that was messing with me so spiteful.

Random Zombie's POV

I didn't trust the figure that Bob, sorry, the almighty Bob the bigoted, in all his highly illogical glory had decided to trust. So, when the opportunity to follow him came up, I didn't see why I shouldn't follow him. He walked for a while then stopped in the middle of a clearing. He started talking. No one was around.

"Are you doing as I have told you?"

"Yes." Two voices. Whoever this person was, they were not natural.

"There have been issues-"

"And you will not let these issues happen again. Right?" The voice was cold and merciless. There was an empty silence.

The figure bowed its head, "Yes, Master."

"Good."

It was disturbing watching this being converse with himself. I took a step back, prepared to run. A loud crunch as my foot touched the grass. Or maybe it was quiet and my paranoia made it sound loud. The being's ears twitched.

"I hear something…" I froze at the voice.

"Over there!" A sword appeared in the being's hand. I turned to flee as I saw the glint of light shining off the razor-sharp blade. Unfortunately, it spotted the flash of green as I turned.

"Kill that zombie, that lowly piece of rotten flesh that dares to spy upon me!"

I could now see the blade, a shining deadly iron blade radiating an aura of unease. The person holding it was even more disturbing. An aura of unnaturalness surrounded him, as if he was ripping everything apart, block by block. And suddenly I felt like I was being ripped apart too. I looked down and saw a blade through my stomach, or where it used to be. Somehow I knew I had seconds left. I had to say something meaningful.

"They'll find out. And when they do, you will fall," I whispered at the being standing triumphantly before me. "My people are strong and many, and they will defeat you…" The figure let out a cold laugh.

"Let them try."

Nothing much to say. I've been on a really random updating schedule because of schoolwork, and a lack of ideas.

*Awkward silence*

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*Teleports away*