.....That would be awful! D:



I mean, you'd tame it, like a wolf at first, mostly for your own survival sake, but then, you'd find yourself becoming attached to it, and one day...



Player: "Oh no! There's...There's too many!!!"



[Hoard of Zombies moving forward, breaking through barricade as Player and Creeper stand at far end of room together]



Player: "Creeper, I'm...I'm sorry I dragged you into this! This is all my fault! I'm sorry."



Creeper: "..."



[Zombie hoard closing in.]



Creeper: "..." "...SSSSSS!!!"



[Creeper charges forward, towards the army of Death, fearless, and ready.]



Player: "Creeper?! What are you...NO! CREEPER!!! NOOOO!!!"



[Creeper, who's made it's choice, closes it eyes, and leaps into the heart of the Hoard.]



Player: "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"



Creeper: "...sssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSS-BLAAAAM!!!!"



[The explosion knocks Player on their back, and shakes the very foundations of the Earth itself. The Hoard however...is not so lucky. Their limbs are torn to pieces, and their minds melted by the intensity of the explosion. Everyone of them perishes, in the final brave act of Creeper.]



Player: "....No...No..."



[Standing, and facing the creator before them, Player bows it's head in anguish.]



Player: "....Creeper.......I will never forget you..."



[Cue sad End Music to this tale.]



And THAT'S exactly what would happen. 8I