Bro,,,yandere enderman tho,,,,,,i have so many lore thoughts about minecraft in the first place lmao so yandere enderman makes me so,,,,,,askdmdmdmdm,,,,because of ender"man" im going to use he/him pronouns but i can always edit that
he saw you during a mining trip, you were near the lava, and it illuminated your face and your calloused hands as you wiped your forehead of sweat
you looked up at him, and immediately dropped your pickaxe, running up your passageway
for some reason, he didn't feel angry
he knelt down, and picked up your tool, examining it
why didn't he feel aggravated? humans didn't have the ability to look his kind in the eyes without consequence, as you obviously knew when you ran from your mine
he didn't have much to do with the End being taken over by the dragon, so he had plenty of time on his hands to sate his curiosity
so he followed the mine, teleporting into the crevices that were tall enough for him to fit in until he made it to the surface
your house was nice, he decided
it was comfortable, and you made it tall enough for him
he left your pickaxe on the doorstep
no, he watched you for months, meticulously eyeing the way you gardened, your favorite foods, the wolf you tamed
you were so diligent in your work, and it reminded him of his people before the dragon
you were like them in spirit, if not body
but still, body was important. he noticed he was getting concerned a few weeks in. you didn't stop. you had some breaks, sure, but you kept going
you were so small, so fragile, your body was going to break
he started dropping off gifts. he wasn't entirely sure why, but hopefully you'd see them as from your wolf, right?
the thought felt weird to him, but he ignored it.
raw meat was the best he could do, he realized, if he went to the End to get chorus fruit, he might not return
and something about not seeing your pretty face made him upset
you accepted his gifts, and the smile you wore as you thanked your wolf made his heart ache
you should be thanking him, he decided. he wants your attention
it took a great deal of talking himself up, the warbles of the End tongue disconcerting the mobs around him, but he did teleport into your house, on the top floor
you weren't home, but he wondered when you would be
he waited, sitting on your bed
End, why did it smell so good?
he snuggled into the pillow, and felt himself come to a realization
you accepted his gifts, you looked at him. you smelled so, so good, and you had to need his protection
you were so small and weak after all
he was practically made for you
he teleported into the corner of the room to wait
you didn't know, you couldn't find him on your bed. humans were sensitive about these things
when you did come home, the image of an enderman in your house with a grass block with a flower nearly made you faint in suprise, but you lowered your gaze, and continued
the enderman garbled. he watched you lower your gaze, and while he acknowledged that it was probably a good idea, the need to know exactly what his mates eyes looked like burned inside him
he held out the block, nudging you with it
you stuttered, and he found your voice much more pleasant than he had even imagined he would
he garbled out a reply, and you tentatively took the block with the flower
he retreated back to his corner to watch you admire it
of course, it was (your favorite flower) so you marveled at it, small smile interrupting the strangeness of the situation
"thank you. I'll make a pot to put it in"
he delighted in your smile. he did that, made you smile
he just knew he could make you happy
after all, you were made for each other, were you not?
soon, this began routine, a routine that meant much more to him than to you, but routine nonetheless
you would come home after a long day, and there he would be, with a flower, or a dead animal, or a block of ore
you spoke to him of your adventures and escapades, and he listened intently
you were so passionate, so lovely, so....
you kept visiting that village, full of people, full of people that would take you away if they had the chance
you already told him of a blacksmith who had picked you flowers, presenting them sheepishly, and when he grumbled, you had giggled, stating that you liked his flowers the best
of course you did. you had too
that didn't stop him from filling your house with your favorites a day later, looking awfully proud of himself sitting in his usual corner
you were just fine alone, he didn't get why you needed to go to the village. supplies? he can get them for you if you want
but you didn't understand his warbling and grumbling, so you kept going
it wasn't his fault that the blacksmith was found dead a few days later, he assures you when you rant concerned to him
it wasn't his fault the entirety of the librarians books are suddenly in your shelves and chests.
you must have forgotten you bought all of those
he didn't do anything, he promises
but you're so, so easy to fool when you can't understand him, when you think that he lost all his free will and thought with the dragon
but he's there to protect and guide you, so don't worry
please don't go to any villages anymore, alright?
after all, you only need him
