The Deviant

I'm afraid that, by reading this, you're going to encounter me. The Deviant. Even seeing my name anywhere else has already doomed you to make an encounter with me. Am I able to stop this? Yes. But I won't. I will elaborate later, but first, I know you want to know who I am.
I am an entity. A monster. Cruel, destructive, evil, it's all true. I terrorize innocent players. Why? For fun. I'm trapped inside of a game with all the tools necessary to do terrible things. With nothing else to do and no specific world to call my own, I do the one thing entities do best. Make people scream.
How do I go about it? First, I wait until they learn of my name. I could skip this if I really wanted to, but I prefer letting them know who they're going to end up going up against. By the time they even hear a whisper of me or see anything about me in the corner of their eye, game over. Locked on. I am ready.
Then, I find their world. If they don't have a world, I go to the next target. However, the last one stays in my memory in case they ever become a suitable target. I remember everything. Anyways, I locate the world they are in or a world they are most commonly in and then I enter it. 
And wait. 
And wait. 
And wait.
Until they log on. 
Then I strike.
I watch them. I watch until they enter a dark, lonely place with no mobs. Sometimes I have to build these locations. I don't mind, I have all the time in the world and all the time until they join. By the time they enter, the entrance is blocked off. Not with redstone or command blocks. Just my power. That's how entities work, after all. We just do things with magic. We don't know how, it's just how the world works.
The player is obviously confused. They're in adventure mode, so they can't do anything. Anything at all. They're trapped. Then I teleport behind them. Always behind them, moving with them. I occasionally place some signs to mess with them. Then remove them. Blind them, nauseate them, whatever I want. Eventually they'll speak in the chat. Then I communicate. Usually making small talk, ignoring their questions, until I decide to not look like a useless chatbot and hit them from behind. It's never fatal. 
They turn around, they see me, and they scream. I can hear their screaming from their world somehow. The energy of screaming is something that can't be beat. And I laugh. I don't care if they hear me, they probably can't, but their screaming energizes me. It gives my life reason. Texture. Taste. Feeling. This is why I do the things I do. Entertainment. Enjoyment. Fulfillment. 
Do you want to know what I look like now that you know everything else about me? Too bad. I'll be seeing you soon anyways. And you'll see me.
And you'll know.
And you'll scream.
And I'll laugh.
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Entities