i rly rly rly shld b asleep but i m possessed by love for endermen ocs so. also i keep...forgetting denkens horns!! hELP!!!!!1111

anyway below is like..... a ficlet??i wrote for my friend of denken and vidya meeting or something lol <3 (based off the headcanon that endermen read minds when their eyes meet which is why they flip their shit at player characters)

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It isn’t an endite.

It—they—aren’t an enderman either, not entirely. Their limb proportions are similar to a human’s, even if their skintone matches none of them. Their eyes glow; he thinks one might be an odd stark white, standing out like a beacon in the evenings he can spot them somewhere in town. They walk with the same lope Denken does even if something about it is... he can’t put a word to it. Daintier, maybe. Denken’s feet are big and his steps are heavier, and he thinks the not-endites feet are oddly small.

They're not in danger. Or—if they are, he can't see it. There aren't any shackles and no one raises a sword to them and no one stops them from coming and going. They wander the town and interact with the people and they're safe, it seems.

They aren't an endite. They aren't Denken's people. Denken's chest is tight. The little flame of hope is gone. He feels cold, inside and out, and it isn't because of the lingering illness from getting caught in the rain.

He's alone. Still, and probably for forever.



And then their eyes meet.



Hi, they say in the language of the humans, and Denken startles so hard he nearly falls off the rock-face he's perched on. He looks away as he resettles his balance but then—panic, almost, at the sudden absence of a sudden presence, and he looks up frantically, afraid of—

Afraid.

But there's no reason to be because their eyes meet again, and immediately the voice of someone who isn't him or what his mind conjures from the babbling rivers and trickling rain or what he overhears when he gets close enough to people he can't ever trust to see him—

Holy shit!

Denken knows those words are curses and he wonders, for a second, if they're mad, but they don't look away. They don't even blink. This doesn't feel how it does to meet the eyes of an enderman. Oh, he returns, lost and a bit confused and feeling stupid.

Fuck, uh. Hello!

...Hello.

You're that kid Douan says she spotted, aren't you?

Denken scrambles to keep up. It's one thing to listen in on conversations, but it's something else entirely to be spoken at and he's not fast enough to connect the words to any familiar meaning. What?

Hold on, can I—can I come meet you? Can we meet? I'm not alone! Are you from where I'm from?

He can't make the words make sense. He's feeling panicky in another way, now, and Denken can't do this. Not right now, not so suddenly. He looks away and ports off, deeper into the woods and out of sight.