Captain Misfit Almost Got Killed By A Creeper. Friday, June 20, 2025.

Captain Misfit had a good day working on his new Lake House. But then on the way home, he almost got killed by a creeper.
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Captain Misfit had a good day working on his Lake House, but then on the way home, a creeper almost killed him.

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Captain Misfit had spent the better part of the day at his Lake House, patching up the roof, reinforcing the dock, and finally getting that stubborn window to sit right in its frame. The sun glinted off the water as it set, and for a moment, with a mug of lukewarm tea in hand and the sound of frogs starting up, he let himself believe things were finally settling down.

He should’ve known better.

On the trail home, just as the woods thickened and the light dimmed beneath the trees, he heard it—a faint hiss, like a whisper wrapped in static.

He froze.
“…No. Not today.”

But it was already too late. From the brush ahead, a creeper shambled out, green and silent, save for that growing ssssss…

Captain Misfit dove behind a stump just as the creature exploded in a deafening blast. Dirt flew. Leaves scorched. His ears rang. The shockwave knocked him flat.

When the dust cleared, he sat up, dazed, with a gash on his forearm and a chunk missing from his satchel. Tools gone. Half his sandwich vaporized.

He winced, staggered to his feet, and muttered, “I really need to light that path better.”

Limping the rest of the way home under a sky full of stars, he made a promise to himself:
Tomorrow, the Lake House could wait.
Tomorrow, he builds defenses.

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Want to follow what happens next—his recovery, revenge, or maybe the mystery of who sent that creeper his way?