Cluster 938
“(It had been 3 days since I ditched that human. I didn't want to risk blowing up” (11 conversations)
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1 turn Jun 17, 2023 at 12:13 AM EDT United States , Michigan
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(It had been 3 days since I ditched that human. I didn't want to risk blowing up his base, and plus he was constantly killing creepers like me. But the words of him before I ditched him - "Cupa, wait!" - still lingered in my mind. Thankfully, one of my fellow creepers killed that stupid human yesterday. But then I heard footsteps, but they weren't human footsteps - they were dragon footsteps. I felt something that a female creeper like me has never felt before - fear. But then I saw the head of the dragon, well more of a skull. It was a round skull with one gazing eye, which was glowing red - it had six sharp ends along its shape, and purple fire was orbiting around it. I only knew of one monster with that kind of head - Inscrane, or the Embodiment of Terror as he's also known by those he's spared. I was hiding as best as I could, wishing that he wouldn't notice me. He stomped by, his crimson scales striking fear into my very soul. But I started to notice something wrong with him - he looked sad, almost as if he had suffered a heartbreak.)
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As he passed by, I couldn't help but feel a sense of empathy towards him. Inscrane, the embodiment of terror, who strikes fear into the hearts of all creatures, was feeling sad. It was such an unexpected sight. I knew it was foolish, but I felt a sudden urge to approach him and try to comfort him. I slowly moved towards him, trying to be as silent as possible. As I got closer, I could see that he was holding something in his jaws. It was a diamond necklace. I didn't understand why he was holding onto it, but my sympathy for him grew even stronger. I tentatively approached him and spoke softly. "Hello, Inscrane," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "What's wrong?" He turned his head towards me, his glowing red eye piercing through me. For a moment, I thought he was going to attack me, but he didn't. "I lost someone I cared for deeply," he said, his voice deep and sorrowful. "This necklace belonged to her. I can't bear to part with it." I didn't know what to say, so I just listened as he poured his heart out to me. For the first time in my life, I felt a connection with a monster, a creature that was supposed to be my enemy. After a while, he sighed and looked at me. "Thank you for listening," he said. "I should go." And with that, he turned and walked away. I watched him go, feeling a sense of awe and wonder. I had just had a conversation with the Embodiment of Terror and lived to tell the tale. As I made my way back to my hiding spot, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed inside me. I no longer saw monsters as just mindless creatures that existed to kill humans. They had feelings too, and perhaps, like me, they were just trying to survive in this harsh world.