After discovering the most addictive game I've ever played, I decided I have to write a fanfic about it. :D I hope you like it. :)

Disclaimer: Minecraft, Steve, Creepers etc belong to Mojang, not me. :3

CHAPTER 1 - My Very First Mission

My name is Creeper H. The H stands for Human. You see, I am not an ordinary Creeper. At the age of five, the Creeper Alliance kidnapped me and used me for an experiment. The odds of my survival were low, but surprisingly the experiment was a success. I had TNT planted in my body and wired to my brain. I am half creeper, half human, and because of that I am known as Creeper H, or just H, in the CA. It's been ten years since that fateful day, and now that I'm fifteen(and well trained by the alliance) I'm stronger than twenty creepers put together.

This is the story of how I took down the entire Creeper Alliance... including myself.

-x-

"H! Are you in there?"

I sat up in my bed, startled. "Y-Yeah, I'm here!"

A creeper friend of mine entered my room. "What are you doing?! Number One is going crazy, wondering where you are!"

I was confused. "Why?"

"Oh, for crying out loud." He probably would have facepalmed if his stubby legs could could reach his face. "You forgot AGAIN?"

I thought hard. It suddenly dawned on me what I had forgotten. "The meeting!"

"Yes! Hallelujah, it's a miracle, H remembered the meeting!"

"There's no need to be sarcastic," I said scornfully, getting out of bed and glaring at the creeper, who was known as Creeper XXIV, or just Twenty-Four.

"Well, it would be nice if for once you remembered so I don't have to wake you up ten minutes late."

"Ten minutes?!"

"Well, maybe it's two. It doesn't matter." He shook his head. "Let's go, they're all waiting for us."

Twenty-Four and I made a mad dash for the main hall of the alliance's underground base. Creepers were gathered around a stage. They stared at us as we entered the room. I felt myself turning red. Two Creepers stood atop the stage, one wearing a diamond helmet. That was Creeper I, more commonly known as Number One, the leader of the Creeper Alliance. His favourite thing in the whole world is diamonds. Standing next to him was a smaller creeper, his assistant, Creeper II, also called(you guessed it) Number Two. Because of his name, Number Two is often the butt of many jokes in the alliance. Behind his and Number One's back, of course, though I never join in. Number Two made me what I am today; he was the one who planted TNT inside me and trained me over the past ten years.

"My fellow creepers," Number One began, "I have news that will shock and amaze you. Our little friend Steve has finally been located on Creeper III's recent expedition."

The was gasping and muttering amongst the creepers. Steve was a long time rival of the CA. I've heard many rumors as to why, but the most common one is his massive fortune. Rumor has it that Steve is a master miner and, as a result, is very wealthy. There's no end to his chests of diamonds, and that's why Number One wants him dead. So he can have Steve's diamonds for himself. It puts an image in my mind of this Steve guy doing a backstroke in a pool of diamonds, like in cartoons. Number One has offered an amazing reward for Steve's capture, though I'm not sure what it is. Sometimes I wonder why he loves diamonds so much.

"Let's blow up his house!"

"Let's blow up him!"

"Settle down, my brothers!" Number One ordered. I often wonder why he says that. After all, there's female creepers here too. Including me. "There shall be no 'blowing up' of Steve's cabin."

Upon hearing this there was an uproar amongst the alliance.

"Cabin? He lives in a cabin?!"

"But he's rich! Why not a mansion?"

"Are the rumors fake?"

"Silence!" Our leader demanded. We all fell silent. "As I was saying, we must not ruin our chances of capturing Steve. I have a plan. A spy will be sent to his cabin every few days to befriend our enemy. When the time is right and the spy has gained Steve's trust, he shall be led to us where we shall kill him and cook him and eat him in celebration of our victory!"

The alliance cheered.

"Wait a minute, sir," Creeper IX piped up, "who will the spy be? If a creeper shows up at Steve's door I don't think he'll respond very well."

"Very observant, Nine. That is why our spy shall be Creeper H."

Everyone turned and looked at me. It was quite eerie, all those little black eyes staring. I felt my cheeks burning.

"M-Me, sir?"

"Yes, you, H. You have the appearance of a human. Steve would never trust a creeper. But a human, on the other hand, is perfect for this job. I trust you will accept?"

"Yes! Of course!" In all the years I had been at the Creeper Alliance this was going to be my first proper mission. I could hardly wait. After the meeting was dismissed, Twenty-Four and I met in my dorm room where I packed for the trip. He peered into my backpack with interest.

He whistled. "Nice sword."

"Thanks."

"Diamond too. What enchantments has it got?"

"Looting, smite, knockback and fire aspect."

"Awesome. Hey, where did you get the melon?" he asked.

"Number One gave it to me. He said not to accept any food Steve might offer me, just in case."

"Number One thinks of everything," said Twenty-Four admirably.

"Yeah," I agreed, closing my backpack. I took a deep breath and faced my creeper friend. "Twenty-Four, I'm kinda nervous. This is my very first mission."

"Well, this is what all your years of training have been for. Swordsmanship, archery, alchemy, crafting and repairing... everything you've ever learned here has all been for this mission. Your big day, right, H?" He smiled. I smiled back, though I was trembling like jelly. A smile from a creeper isn't the prettiest sight in the world, but you get used to it after ten years.

"Yeah, I guess." I swung my backpack over my shoulder. The diamond sword made it pretty heavy, but I didn't mind too much. I was far too nervous to care about something as insignificant as a heavy backpack. "Got any advice?"

"Yeah. Don't screw up." He tried to keep a serious face but ended up laughing(which sounded like glass smashing) after a few seconds. "Nah, I'm just kidding. It's not that hard, really. All you gotta do is make friends with Steve and earn his trust, but when you meet him don't act like you already know him. And do NOT mention ANYTHING about the CA at all."

I nodded. "Got it."

"Not even that you're half creeper."

"I know, I know."

"Alright. Good luck, H."

"Thanks, Twenty-four."

With that, I headed for the exit ladder and climbed it all the way to the top, opened the trap door and climbed up into the outside world for the first time in a long time.