(btw this is more of a realistic kinda minecraft but i’m sure you can still picture it all in a blocky form)
okay so there was this one point in time that the Endermen wanted to explore a bit more than the overworld and the End. They wanted to go beneath the bedrock, to the Nether. Multiple Enderpeople extracted obisidian from the Ender Crystal pillars, working on the frame to the Nether. However, all of the obisdian in one of those pillars is needed to power the Ender Crystal atop them.
(in my eyes, at least. Obsidian’ll have this type of.. sort of energy that powers the Crystal when in bunches)
One of the Enderpeople tried warning the others that there’ll be consequences for their actions. Nonetheless, they continued; they heeded no lecture. By the time the frame was finished, the Enderdragon noticed one of his precious Ender Crystals had been deactivated from one of the pillars. It inspected the pillar in question, and realized chunks of obsidian had gone missing. Despite there being plenty more to go around, this enraged the Enderdragon, and it began to search for the vandal—or rather, vandals.
The Enderpeople that worked on the frame hid themselves behind other pillars, hoping they wouldn’t be seen and rather the frame would be destroyed instead. The Enderman warning them stood in the middle of the frame, being literally framed for the others’ actions, knowing that if those who built it remained hidden, the Enderdragon’s anger would only be taken out on the innocent. He hadn’t much else to live for, anyway, all he was going to spend his lifetime doing is endlessly wandering the End. An empty realm isn’t very fun to explore at all.
The Enderdragon soon arrived, the Enderman still in this center of “his” creation. The Enderdragon let out a loud roar, spewing a great big ball of fire. The Enderman was lit aflame.. as was the portal to the Nether. He simply fell to the cold, Endstone ground, letting himself burn to ash as many of the End's inhabitants escaped into the portal, before they ended up sharing the same fate. This only angered the dragon more, and with a swing of it’s tail, the portal’s frame was destroyed, as well as the Nether’s entrance. An Enderperson went back through the portal to check on the End, a while later, but they ended up in the Overworld. They were unable to go back to the End as they’d desired.
Despite that, they adapted to their new, hellish environment, going through great changes. First, they began to develop red markings (in patterns, too!) on their skin, as well as a strong resistance to fire and lava, until they could BATHE in it for as long as they pleased. They became extremely friendly and curious, as the generations of Netherpeople began to go down. Their faces gained more detail, until it were identical to a human’s. (instead of having entirely red eyes, they had the whites of their eyes, and red pupils/irises/whatever)
(in their last few generations, they had heads of pitch black hair, as well!)
They became more muscular as well, but they lost their ability to teleport long distances, instead only teleporting about a yard away from their original spot. They were also unable to teleport as frequently as the did before. They relied more on their BODY’S ability to move, rather than their supernatural abilities. They also developed retractable claws, sharper and more durable than any diamond sword. (they weren’t used very often at all, though)
They got along very well with the other Nether inhabitants, ghasts were actually used as little blimps to get from one nether fortress to the next.
Speaking of nether fortresses, the Netherpeople are the reason why they exist in the first place. They decided that they should build the things they dreamed of building in the End, in the Nether! And with that, the nether fortress construction had begun. Blazes were the spawn of Netherpeople, made to protect said fortresses from any kind of malicious entity, and the other Nether-creatures (minus Ghasts) freely roamed about the large establishments.
One day, however, a Netherboy made a horrible mistake.
He decided to bother the zombie pigmen a bit, just for shits n’ giggles. Just sort of throwing shrooms n’ nether warts at them. It was all fine and dandy until he deCIDED TO SHOVE ONE RIGHT OFF A FUCKING CLIFF.
He howled with laughter as the pigman hit the ground, all until he was surrounded by a gang of them. doodoodoo he was mauled OKAY SO HERE’S THE BAD PART.
(oh and, they drop their ender pearls, in which are held in a little nether-chain necklace that they wear to carry it around. they have little hearts engraved in them, and if you give the pearl enough affection, the Netherperson will be reborn, as if nothing ever happened. this can happen once, and only once to the pearl, since it then becomes part of their body upon revival.)
They held their grudge against the Netherpeople, and began raiding their fortresses, one by one, eliminating every one of them inside. Despite their efforts to fight back, they were outnumbered, always. Not even the Blazes stopped them, due to the pigman’s resistance to fire. Their glowing ender pearls littered the floors of the fortresses, and around them as well. The glowing represents their hope that they’ll be revived, sooner or later. If the glowing stops, they’ve lost their hope in life, and pass on.
The only one to survive is the only Netherman left in the overworld,
(TO BE CONTINUED???)
(EDIT: Oh, and I forgot to mention. Looking into a Netherman’s eyes does not anger them, but rather fill them with great curiosity, and they observe the target endlessly until satisfaction.)