Creeperia- The Beginning

Chapter 2

All Klimplant could see was white, bright light blinded him.

It took a few minutes before he could truly see outside, the beautiful sun lit up the trees and water. He slowly un-covered his eyes that were hiding under the human skin he had brought before he had ventured outside.

Trees were everywhere, he hadn't seen them since he was in the Sewers. They waved slowly in the wind, with the mountains behind them it was a perfect place to just sit and watched. But he wanted to go on an adventure.

He started running, stopping beside a small but deep lake. He sat by it and pulled off his cloak and shirt, placing it beside him he dived into it, it was nothing like the huge lake by Creeperia but it would have to do.

He surfaced again, whooping with happiness at finding a way out that wasn't guarded by humans. He started to scrub his dirty skin clean, liking the shiny green that started to show under all the mud. It had been a long time since he had travelled back into the cleaner water area of the Sewers, so he wasn't surprised when it took a long time to clean his skin then start on his blonde hair.

After about ten minutes of rough cleaning he floated back to where his clothes were, climbing out and stretching. Klim wasn't the slimmest person around, but through all the years of fighting in the Sewers, they had started up boxing and many other things to get money, he was well built. A few scars also criss crossed along him from when he was a child, punishment from when he went outside. He couldn't remember it clearly but he had been attacked. The rest was blank.

After pulling his shirt back on and wrapping his cloak around him he started heading further into the forest, loving the feel of the leaves crunching under his bare feet. He pulled a stick out of the undergrowth and smacked it against a few trees, he loved the sound of something else other than the clanging and scuffling of the Sewers.

Klim stopped walking, putting the stick down and continued along the trees, whistling. He looked around, noticing the quiet of the day.

He slowed down a bit, realizing the mistake of coming out here. What if there were humans? Or worse? Maybe even Slimes, he hated Slimes.

It was only after he was flying upwards that he thought about the tales of the human groups out here, then there was nothing but blackness.

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The shouting of voices brung him back, his head ached and his arms were behind him, they didn't hurt as bad as his head.

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking away the blurry to see a cloud of people staring and yelling, he turned his head away when what he thought was part of a Slime was thrown at him, sliding down his face and coating it in sliminess.

He looked around the panicking crowd, noticing the only still person.. Hadn't he seen her before? Maybe in the Sewers? Or the..Cloak?

Impossible, she was younger. Maybe even a different person?

Or a daughter?

Shit.