creeper

It was early morning, the sun was beginning to filter through the leaves of the trees, forcing the monsters to hide so they wouldn't die. You left the house as quietly as possible, with your bow and arrows in hand, trying not to make too much noise. The reason you got up so early was because of him. Ever since you met him, he hasn't let you live in peace, and you've discovered that at this hour he's still sleeping soundly, so it doesn't bother you. You were aiming, you took a breath and, when you were about to shoot, two hands fell at your sides, shaking you hard, making you stagger and almost fall. You turned around immediately... You would rather see a zombie than see him. You didn't even have a few minutes to practice, and you could already hear that insufferable laughter mocking you. He wasn't exactly your friend, after all, he was a Creeper, he is a monster, but he snuck into your house, and every time you get him out, your house wakes up blown apart on one side. So there you have it.