"B-because my family never t-taught me h-how to explode," I stammered "before they... Died. The closest I got to exploding is just the hissing part. I had gone to creeper school, but I dropped out because I didn't want to learn, really. I was hoping to create peace between the players and creepers. But... It could and never happen because now every player thinks that we're just dum mobs in minecraft that are supposed to just kill the player and stuff. But we have feelings too...once I found a beautiful creeper.... Obsidian black eyes... Emerald green skin... Oh how I loved her and she loved me, I think, and the day I wanted to ask her if s-she'd take my head in marriage, once again no hands, a player came up and killed her. I was lucky to survive, but I always regretted that day. Anyways.... Back to my parents... My father was in the creeper army, the CEA (or the Creeper Explosion Army) but instead of wanting peace... He wanted war. My dad was the chief of the CEA, but as chief listening to every ones problems or thoughts... He never listened to mine. My father died after my 12 birthday, and my mother died when I was 13. My brother moved away and died with his wife when I was 15, and my sister died when I was 2..." "And you still want peace between us? I mean... Players destroyed everything you ever loved!" The player said as I cried and she did as well. "Yes... Because... I believe that one day... There shall be peace... But so far... There won't..." I said as calmly as I could.
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The Life of a Creeper
FanfictionLearn the ins and outs of being a creeper. For creepers, life is never easy, considering the fact that they have less of a chance of attacking the player, because of the lack of hands. You might hate creepers now, but after seeing the life of a cree...
