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Title: Upside-down and Backwards
Author: tayingGray
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, Teep centric
Summary: In a world where Teep was the main character, this might have happened
Author Notes: Not sure if I’m happy with where this ended up, but whatever. We could use fluff, right Set in the ‘upside-down’ world of Awesomecuza's Teep Drawings. . Yes, that means the enderman is who you think he is Yes, this universe is full of nothing but fluff and friendship Yes, I’m having fun with this, and yeah, I’m probably going to revisit this world.

Teep grinned and lined up a shot on a pig on the opposite side of the lake. Slowly releasing his breath, he loosed the arrow, pulling out another and lining up a second shot before the first had hit. As the first pig squealed it’s death call, Teep had his next target in his sights. Loosing his arrow again, he cast across the running herd for an easy target, trying or one that was running slower than the rest. It was a near thing, but the graze slowed the old sow enough for Teep to take her down cleanly on his next shot.

Grinning, Teep carefully stowed his bow on his back, and hopped down out of the tree, crouching on impact. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted himself in the lake. “Looking good, handsome.” He smirked at his reflection, aware of the intimidating picture he made. Rising to his feet, he brushed a hand through his hair, dislodging a leaf that he somehow gotten impaled on a head spike. Adjusting his bandana, he strolled to the other end of the lake, hand on sword. Last time he’d gotten cocky, he’d nearly been blown up by a creeper.

Surprisingly enough, he made it to the other side of the lake in one piece, and took the time to collect his spoils. It was a matter of moments to sling the pigs over his shoulders, and soon he was on his way home with enough meat to last him for a week.

Teep whistled as he strolled jauntily down the forest path that lead from the lake to his house. One day, that pig herd would learn not to go back to that lake, but until then he would have no problems with taking advantage of their idiocy. His whistling dies off as he spots something flicker in the distance, the iconic purple flare lighting up around it. “Oh shit.” Teep instantly transferred his gaze to the ground immediately ahead of him, so as to not provoke the enderman flitting around ahead of him. Of all the mobs that lingered around in the wilderness, he minded the endermen the least. As long as he left them alone, they left him alone, which he could respect!

What he couldn’t respect was this enderman. This guy’d been bugging him on the path to and from his house ever since he’d build it. Teep heard the warp sound go off behind him, and sighed, looking up again. Now was the annoying part of the walk home. The enderman warped again, getting closer, something that Teep knew would repeat again and again until they crossed that invisible line between ‘Teep’s property’ and the forest. Every once in a while, the enderman would warp off, vanishing for almost a minute before returning, closer than ever. Finally, after five minutes of being stalked, Teep reached the clearing he had named his own. Once inside the clearing, he laughed in victory. “Made it again!” Teep sauntered towards his house, determinedly not thinking about the fact that the enderman could have just teleported into the clearing at any time.

Readjusting the pigs on his back, he opened the door, jaw dropping in shock. “What?” He shrieked, running inside. “No, no, no!” He threw the pigs where the table should be and went into the back room. Gone, everything, gone. All of his things, his spare arrows, his furniture- gone.

From the forest, he could hear the hissing laughter of the enderman. “No.”

Teep pulled out his sword and went to chase the enderman vainly through the forest.