She hid behind a tree, silently watching a man mine the stone in the nearby mountain. She would introduce herself properly, but the last time she tried, he almost killed her by delivering a blow to the head with an iron sword. She still had the scar on the side of her head, which she thought looked like it had proved her bravery. She had taken a liking to this person, although he was much different than her, and her species were usually looked down upon by his. She thought she should maybe try once again to at least say hello. He turned around and looked about him suspiciously, and then she heard that she was speaking aloud again, making the regular hissing noise that her species made. She snuck away, trying to not make a single sound.
After a few minutes of walking, she came upon a medium sized house made of cobblestone. The door was left open, so she decided to take a quick peek of what was inside. Inside, there were two chests in a corner, one furnace in the opposite, and a bed in the far right corner. There were pretty paintings around the room, showing things varying from a creeper such as herself, pigs, and bowls of fruit. She looked around, checking to see if anybody else was around. There was nobody there, so she decided to take a small nap in the bed. She shuffled under the covers, and, since she was used to sleeping on the sandy beaches, fell captive to the warm fluffiness and fell asleep instantly, making quiet hissing noises as she slept.
She was awakened suddenly by a shriek, which sounded like it came from a man. She opened her eyes to be face to face with the same man she was spying on earlier. " Hello," she said, and remembered that his species couldn't understand her. The man hit her repeatedly with a pick-ax. She hissed loudly, and played dead recalling what her mother had taught her when she was young. After a few more blows, he stopped and wondered why she didn't blow up like most creepers. He shrugged and threw her outside. She opened her eyes, and winced from the pain coming from her head. She closed them again, knowing now to never go into empty houses alone.
[A.N.] Okay, so this was my first fan-fic… criticism is appreciated, and would you like more chapters? I'd love to do them if you'd like me to. :D