Dylan Cork+13
I hope that they eat blocks. Imagine . . .
You come home from a long day of slowly beating trees into pieces with your hands, and - just as you begin to settle into your bed - you hear a strange noise. You think and think, but you can't think of anything that may be making the noise. Then, a block suddenly disappears from your wall, followed by a very audible "munch". You back away in horror from the hole in your wall.
As your back presses up against the glass of your window, you turn to look out. And behind you is an eerie black figure with glowing eyes. You watch in horror as it removes a piece of your window and consumes it whole. You attempt to scream, but - while you were distracted - the first one had entered your home and is upon you. Fighting is futile as it devours you.