The Search For MINECRAFT CYAN

Dub Catchers

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy and Tyler had been sailing across the Sneventh Sea for the last 371 hours when they finally landed on fortnite island.

"Look, Tyler!" Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy said with the excitement. "After sailing across the Sneventh Sea for 371 hours, we've finally made it to the Fortnite island, where Red Crewmate went because he is sus-sus-sus!"

"It's literally been 7 minutes, dude," Tyler groaned, taking out the box of Teddy Grahams he definitely had the entire time and gobbling them up like a chicken during easter.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy slapped Tyler's hand away from the box. "No, Tyler! Don't waste your ammo! That box of Teddy Grahams is a mythical weapon in these parts. With power like that, we might be able to catch a dub."

Tyler died inside, stuffing the box into his pocket (don't ask). "Look, dude, I don't know Fortnite lingo like 'catch a dub' and 'mythical weapon' and 'no.' I only know 'Impostor sus,' and 'your mum gay,' and 'I just fucked your mom, kid.' At least, that's what everyone puts in chat in Among Us..."

"That sounds more like CS:GO to me," Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy said, walking onto the beach. "Tyler, do you know where we are right now?"

"In Fortnite... ?"

"No, Tyler, where in Fortnite?"

Tyler shrugged. "I dunno, I only play Among Us and HuniePop 2."

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy raised a hairy line above his eye. "What the 3-7-1 is HuniePop 2?"

"It's a Hentai dating- I meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan..."

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy smacked himself on the forehead and shook his neck in the directions. "Tyler, Tyler, we have to stay on track here. We've landed at 'Craggy Cliffs.' I'm certain that there will be hundreds of little gremlins we call children trying to kill us at any moment, so let's stay on our toes. The tracker on Red Crewmate's magical white house that flies says that he's at Boney Burbs for whatever reason."

Tyler frowned. "Burbs isn't even a word..."

"It's an abbreviation for 'Suburbs,' Tyler. Look it up."

Tyler grinned even though that isn't even the proper reaction to what Evil Dective Mr Good Guy said. Then Tyler spoke with his lips and tongue and all that jazz, saying, "You know what. I WILL."

But then, kids with guns. And it wasn't just any guns that they had in their grip; it was the golden scar, from Fortnite. If you don't know what Fortnite is, is a player-versus-player game for up to 100 players, allowing one to play alone, in a duo, or in a squad (usually consisting of three or four players). Weaponless players from a "Battle Bus" that crosses the game's map. When they land, they must scavenge for weapons, items, resources, and even vehicles while trying to stay alive and to attack and eliminate other players. Over the course of a round, the safe area of the map shrinks down in size due to an incoming toxic storm; players outside that threshold take damage and can be eliminated if they fail to quickly evacuate. This forces remaining players into tighter spaces and encourages player encounters. The last player, duo, or squad remaining is the winner.

Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy pulled Tyler behind some gnarly rocks (bro), just barely avoiding the gun fire.

"This is of the very bad, Tyler," Evil Dective Mr. Good Guy explained verily seriously. "If those kids kill us, Tyler, we'll be dead. Tyler, here's what you have to do. You gotta what you gotta do is you gotta when you what you're gonna be doing is what you gotta is when you do it, is you gotta take that box of Teddy Grahams, and you gotta kill those kids, Tyler."