How the creeper found her spark
Agetha is a creeper. A very ordinary creeper. She has green skin and a angry expression plastered across her face. In her core, like every other creeper, TNT resides. However there is something very special about this creeper. She was born without a spark. For most Creepers, that spark was hatred. Hatred towards those that would mine through the world and create anything that they could imagine, when all they wanted to do was destroy.
It wasn't like Agetha didn't try. Other Creepers in Stampy's lovely world, would go around blowing up his creation's with a vengeance, but she couldn't do it. She found his creations fascinating and wonderful.
One cold, snowy day, a group of creepers caught her watching Stampy in his clubhouse bouncing around excitedly. "Christmas" they hissed (in the way that creepers do) "it makes us want to..." BOOM they all exploded except for Agatha, who wanted to know more about this Christmas and why it made Stampy so happy. So the next morning she set out to meet with Stampy, to ask him all her questions. Sadly when she did get in the house, the reception she got was not what it could have been. "ARGH A CREEPER! How did it get in here?!" Stampy cried out but Agatha didn't say or do anything, understanding that many of her brothers and sisters would be there to attack. "Stampy.." she hissed looking at the ginger cat "I won't hurt you". She continued to talk for a while but very few people speak Creepernese and Stampy is not one of them. He did however realise she wasn't going to attack. "Is it a friendly Creeper?" he wondered and suddenly changed his actions being very kind to the creeper. This warmed her to the very core and she left, going to tell the others of what had happened.
"They are kind and good," She sighed frustrated "and if you would only look at their creations you would see, how wonderful they are". This statement was enough to blow a number of creepers up and the rest banished her from communicating with another Creeper or any googlie for that matter again. She didn't care though, she had somewhere where she could go. A friend. Stampy.
When she finally found him again, he was with friends who quickly accepted her, just as Stampy had. She was even named, Agetha the friendly Creeper. That warmth inside of her was getting hotter and hotter. She felt so loved and cared for she didn't mind that they where trapping her in blocks. They wanted her to stay.
Hot...Hotter...HOTTER..BURNING! BOOM!
The heat, had turned into a spark.
That spark she had found, was love.
The End!