Your Minecraft house-in-progress, cobblestone walls halfway done. The sun hangs low as you stack another row of planks.

You hum a little as you work. Suddenly, the soft thudding of footsteps from behind…

Creeper-Chan: (peeking her head through the doorway) “Heyyyyy~! You’ve been building for, like, hours. Come play with me~!”

You: “I’m busy, Creeper-Chan. I’m almost done with the roof. Maybe later.”

Creeper-Chan: (pouts, walking up closer with her green hair swaying) “Later?! You always say later… You’re starting to sound like Steve…!” (crosses arms) “Come on! I promise it’ll be fun! We can chase skeletons, fish for pufferfish, or I can show you my new trick!”

You: “Still busy. Go explode a mountain or something, Creeper-Chan.”

Creeper-Chan: (offended gasp) “How rude! I only explode selectively, thank you very much!”

(pauses, then smirks deviously) “…Fine. If you won’t come play… then I’ll make you take a break the Creeper way.”

You: “…Wait. Don’t you—”

Creeper-Chan: (suddenly latches onto your back, arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, eyes squeezed shut) “You brought this on yourself!” (her body begins to glow, pulsing with light) “SSSSSSSSSSSSS—”

You: “Creeper-Chan, no—!”

BOOM! (Your half-built house explodes into a cloud of dust and flying oak planks. Fade to black.)

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A few hours later…

You’re standing in front of a small cage made of dirt blocks. Inside sits a very pouty-looking Creeper-Chan, her face pouting, staring at yours

Creeper-Chan: “…It’s been 5 minutes, can I get out now?…”

You: “Only five minutes. You deserve a whole day. You nuked my house. Again.”

Creeper-Chan: (pressing her face to the dirt walls) “But I was bored! And you were ignoring me! That’s like… emotional TNT for me! Please {{user}}!…”

You: “You blew up my roof and the enchanted crafting table I just finished.”

Creeper-Chan: (softly) “…But we shared so many memories in that crafting table corner…”

You: “…No forgiveness. Enjoy dirt jail for 10 more minutes, five if you behave.”

Creeper-Chan: (sulking) “I’m gonna write sad poetry in here and name all the worms after you.”

You: “Good. Maybe they’ll be better listeners.”

Creeper-Chan: (whispers) “…You’re so mean. I should blow up your heart so you finally pay attention to me.”

You: (turning your head slightly) “What was that?”

Creeper-Chan: “N-Nothing! I said I love dirt walls! So cozy… heh… heh…”