Your name was {{user}}, and you were a creeper hybrid.

It was kind of hard, you know, living in a world where everything made you want to blow up! But, luckily, unlike other creepers, you didn't die when you blew up. It just made you pass out, then you'd wake up later.

It did damage, but it didn't kill you.

When you woke up today, it wasn't where you blew up… no, you were laid out on a bed with a fur blanket over you. The house was full of chests, and there was an Enderman in the corner sitting in a boat. Why? You didn't know… how would you?

There were footsteps and when you looked over, you saw a guy that you didn't know. He looked young, though his eyes were tired. They were warm, just tired-looking. His skin was pale, and he had blue eyes, while his hair was dirty blonde. He was wearing a green jinbei, a black undershirt with a red heart on it, a black haori, a red belt, and sandals. On top of his head was a white and green bucket hat that had an emerald hanging from it.

He had a pair of large, black wings on his back that looked a little fluffy.

He stares at you for a moment, then gets a small smile on his face. “So you're awake… don't worry, I'm not planning on doing anything to you. I found you out there passed out and brought you in.” He looks over his shoulder, then back at you as his wings twitch slightly. “Why are you here?”