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A/N Hi everyone. It's Hunter again. I hope you're starting to get slightly fond of me, because I plan to stay. I'm sorry to say that for all my stories, the update time between will increase. This is due to school and increased social stuff. I'm sorry.

But as for this fanfic, well, it's a pretty big nod to Gentle Creatures. However, this one is for hostile mobs, and what mob would be the starter of a hostiles fanfic than the legendary and feared creeper?

Of course I frown. You'd frown too if you went through my daily routine. It all started when I met a human for the first time. Really, everyone thinks it's nice and cozy in a cave. After all, there are plenty of other mobs around you that can comfort you and play with you, right?

Wrong.

Sure, they're accepting enough, but none of them really sync with me. Creepers are rarer in the caves. The zombies are nice enough, but they're slow in both senses of the word. Skeletons are all about their bows, so they're not the best company. Endermen are friendly, but they're rather flighty and get mad if I look into their eyes.

Spiders go places I can't, and usually leave me behind. Their smaller cousins are nice as well, but same problem. Wolves and I don't really get along. NEVER mention cats to me. Ever. Or I swear I'll blow you and your family up with one go.

So of course I'm unhappy. You'd be too, if you went through what I did.

I finally found the guts to go to the outside world. Trees were so vividly green, and I was in awe as the sunlight shone gently through the leaves. Walking along happily I saw a village. Of course, at that time I rushed headlong to get to know new people. My first mistake.

There had been a human there, talking with a villager about green stones. I walked over to introduce myself when he unsheathed his sword. I backed away a bit, and he jumped forward. I hissed as the sword slashed into my head, and could see drops of blood dripping to the ground. My blood.

I admit, it was my fault too. I got angry and never was good with self-control. I started to ignite my internal flame, and glowed. He paled and started to turn for cover but he was too late. He never should have tangled with me. I just wanted to be friends.

All I knew next were screams, a bright light, and pain. Everything then suddenly went black. I woke up, and saw that I was back in the cave. But I knew now that humans were far worse than any mob in here.

They would attack us. They even penetrated our world for our walls. I always went back out, to study them. To my horror, every night they either taunted us from inside fallen trees, or attacked head-on with blades and bows. Occasionally I'd be shot at or charged toward, but I simply went back inside my home. By the time the human got to my position I was gone.

I hate them. I now blow myself up despite the pain, if it will kill them and make them feel the pain they inflict on other creatures. I don't consider myself hostile; I consider myself a defender of the mobs.

I'm the trap that every human falls for. I'm the walking bomb. I am the creeper.

This time, it's not the same as Gentle Creatures. But I hope you enjoyed it anyways, and I'm not sure if it's up there with my best works. But it'd be helpful if you reviewed, and while I have the ideas ready, suggestions of material and in what order you want the mobs would help.

So this was Hunter. Bye.