Nether Worry

Part 1

AU: Minecraft/Red Vs. Blue

Pairing: Agent Washington/Tucker, Caboose/Church, Grif/Simmons

Description: Minecraft AU. In which the Reds and Blues come across a lonely Creative Mode dweller, Sarge makes about ten times more Iron Golems than are strictly necessary, and where Tucker learns that Wash is indeed not a replacement for Church and that may or may not be a bad thing after all.

A/N: This has already been posted on AO3 and on Tumblr, so I thought it best I post it on my RvB/NSFW account on FFN. This, however, has no slash (Though hints at it).


"You're leaving us?"

Church glanced up at Tucker after retrieving his bow and arrow from the chest, giving the younger miner a once over; Tucker was dressed in loosely fitting teal/aqua/whatever the fuck dyed leather armor that was once worn by a much older miner, who had lost his last life years ago. Beside Tucker was Caboose, who wore blue dyed leather armor, tears trailing down his babyish face at a steady pace. The cobalt leader sighed, looking away again to focus on grabbing more equipment from his chest.

"Only for a little while." Church reminded Tucker, grabbing some bread while he was at it. "Tex is fucking determined to get that damn egg; I'm not letting her go alone."

"Dude, you only have, like, four or five lives left." Tucker reminded Church, tapping his foot as he swung his enchanted diamond sword loosely by his side. "Can't you stay put? We just got over Flowers, and we're almost done putting up torches around the base."

Church shook his head, sighing. "I've made up my mind, Tucker. I gotta go."

"Please don't." Caboose whispered, sniffling as he rubbed at his eyes, intent on staring at his boots instead of at his leader. "I do not want you to die."

"Hey," Church started, walking right up to Caboose; such moments of affection were rare enough as it was, reminding then of the inevitable, otherwise Church wouldn't dare act like that in front of Tucker. "I'll be back before you know it, buddy. I'll even bring you back a wolf, how 'bout that?"

"Will he have a blue collar?" Caboose asked, finally clearing his face of the tears, leaving his face red; his shaggy black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, reminding Church of the nightmares Caboose had experienced the night before upon learning that Church would be leaving the next morning.

Church shrugged. "I'll see what I can do." He turned away, taking a peek out the window at where Tex and her Creeper, oddly named Andy, were; the blonde waved upon seeing him, to which he waved back. "Whelp, looks like this it." He smirked, nodding once at Tucker. "It's been real. Later dumbasses."

As soon as Church left, Caboose made a run for the door, but Tucker beat him to it, having to physically block the door from Caboose with two blocks of iron to make him stay put. "Caboose, stop!" He yelled, glaring a bit at the younger miner. "If he wants to go, let him; we don't need him anyhow!"

"No, I need Church!" Caboose howled, suddenly stopping, diving into his inventory.

Tucker looked away, sighing deeply. "Look, Caboose, I get that-" He stopped though as he turned upon hearing a thunk. When he turned around, an Iron Golem stood behind him, the door wide open as the Golem held a flower out to him peacefully.

Outside, Caboose was screeching for Church, looking around everywhere, but the cobalt dressed miner was long gone, having taken off with Tex as soon as he had gotten outside. Finally, the youngest blue miner collapsed to his knees in the field, right in front of the ravine separating the Blue Team from the Red Team. There, he began sobbing loudly, the Reds giving him almost guilty looks as they watched from afar, not daring to start anything after what had happened. Tucker soon made his way over to Caboose, rubbing the blue miner's back soothingly as Caboose sobbed, hoping to somehow comfort him.

"It'll be fine, man." Tucker assured Caboose, sighing again, watching the forest nearby with a sad expression. "We'll be just fine, you'll see."


They certainly were not fine.

It had been exactly two months since Church had left, and to say things were bad was an understatement. Not only were they low on resources, but Caboose was in no shape to fight, constantly holed up in the base, refusing to come out, which was very dangerous, considering he was the only guy in the canyon who was good at getting supplies without dying. Tucker had made attempts, yes, but he always ended up getting killed on the way back, making him lose lives way faster than he'd like. Not only that, but the Reds were also having a hard time, seeing as the Reds and Blues traded food for mining materials alot.

The Reds were low on mined materials, the Blues were low on food and resources.

In short, they were screwed unless things changed.

Tucker glared at the map splayed on the table in front of him, all of this brewing terribly in his head. He knew that fighting monsters could potentially get them a few resources, but not only would that not solve the Reds's mining problem, but zombie meat was not exactly the best source of protein (Last time Grif had eaten zombie meat, he had lost a life attempting to somehow outrun a horde of Skeletons, but had been unable to escape). He sighed, tossing the map into his inventory before picking up his sword; it was almost sun up, meaning most of the monsters would de-spawn.

It was time to try again.

The aqua miner stood up briskly, stopping at the door. "I'm going out!" He yelled. "You wanna come this time, Caboose?"

There was no reply.

"See ya later, buddy." Tucker called out before leaving through the front door; he knew better than to ask twice.

The aqua miner walked quickly over the bridge to Red Base. Although they fought constantly, they had reached a point where they agreed that relying on the Blues to get food was hopeless, so traveling together may prove more fruitful; today would be their first attempt at it. Upon reaching Red Base, Tucker was greeted by Donut, Simmons, and Grif, all dressed up and armed with Stone/Iron Swords. Donut seemed cheerful as could be, Grif looked just about ready to take a nap, and Simmons looked about as hopeful as a puppy in a pound. Tucker sighed, swinging his sword in the air boringly.

"Ready to hunt?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Did you bring Caboose?" Simmons asked at once.

"Nope." Tucker replied.

Simmons shrugged. "Then we may as well prepare to die."

"Oh come on, guys!" Donut cheered, still looking hopeful, despite the other men's severe lack of enthusiasm. "We can do it, we just gotta work together!"

"Easy for you to say; you've never seen an Endermen's eyes." Simmons pointed out, shivering deeply at the memory.

"What color were they?" Donut asked curiously.

Simmons froze, looking away. "I… Never mind, I don't wanna talk about it. Come on, last one to the forest is a rotten Ender E- Chicken Egg!" He corrected quickly.

The four miners quickly shoved off, presumably to find some food. For once, things seemed to be going quite well; Grif had managed to find some apples on the ground, Simmons had killed a few Cows, Donut had found a few chicken eggs, and Tucker had taken out plenty of Chickens and Pigs. By the time they bothered to stop, they looked around, surprised to find themselves way far from the forest. Last time they had checked, there were no deserts anywhere near Blood Gulch…

"Aw, fuck." Tucker muttered, looking around wildly.

Out of the frying pan, into the shit as they always say.


"Woo hoo!"

"Wait up, York!"

"Try to keep up, man!"

Three young Creative Mode miners flew through the air, occasionally even falling from great, great heights, just because they could. York was acting the wildest, not even bothering to fly, just using Ender Pearls to go from tree top to tree top. North was playing it safer, despite his obvious invincibility, flying softly through the air as his Chick, Theta, rode on his shoulder, occasionally rubbing tenderly against his neck. Washington was farther back, where no one could see him, deep in the forest brush.

"Fuck, did we lose Wash?" York asked, stopping to look around.

As if on cue, Washington burst out from the trees, riding a runaway pig. "Look out!" He shouted, his ocelot Epsilon hissing as he clung to Wash's back, the grey miner zooming over the canopy.

York burst into laughter. "Holy shit, you okay, Wash?"

"I'm getting that Achievement if it's the last thing I do; it's the only one no one's gotten yet beside that mine-cart thing!" Wash yelled over his shoulder.

"Wait, you turned off Creative!?" York asked, looking at Wash with wide eyes. "Are you nuts? You weren't born in Survival Mode; you only have three lives!"

"So what? 'Lina does it all the time; I'm not some helpless kid, York." Wash pointed out, holding onto the pig as he saw a cliff up ahead. "I'll be fine, I promise!"

"WASH!"

Washington suddenly snapped forward, seeing now that the cliff was much higher than he had at first thought, but it was too late. The pig rocketed off the edge, sending Wash and Epsilon with him. York, along with his wolf Delta, stopped at the edge, staring down with wide eyes as Wash soon crashed to the bottom, his whole body flashing blood red as he fell over; a small sentence popped up over his head 'Washington fell down too hard'. York and North winced, seeing Wash's body disappear, followed by Epsilon teleporting away, presumably to wherever his master spawned at. York and North exchanged a look.

"Maine, 'Lina, and Connie are not gonna be happy about this." North muttered, whistling loudly as he peered over the edge again. "That was a fucking drop of drops right there."

"No kidding." York agreed, Delta whimpering at his side, rubbing his muzzle into York's leg; the miner smiled reassuringly as he patted Delta's head. "S'kay, D. Wash'll be fine, he's a miner after all."

North nodded, turning away. "Come on, let's go break the news and round up a search party."

"If we're lucky, Wash dug himself a hole and is waiting patiently for us." York explained, grabbing a fishing rod and attaching it to Delta's bright green collar, guiding him away from the ledge.

"Or he'll try and make his way back on his own without bothering to make tools like a rational person." North muttered, Theta falling asleep on his shoulder.

"Yeah, or he'll do that." York agreed solemnly, trailing behind the much taller, purple armored miner.


When Washington woke up, he immediately found himself to be staring up at the bright blue sky, Epsilon taking up a fraction of his vision as the black and white cat meowed in question above him.

"Son of a bitch." Wash muttered, slapping his face. "Lina's gonna kill me… never should've trusted Wyoming with helping me turn my Creative Mode off… how 'm I supposed to get home now?"

Epsilon almost seemed to shrug, clambering on top of Wash, curling into a ball, and promptly taking a nap.

"Yeah, good call." Wash whispered, his vision still blurry and head still aching from the initial fall he had just suffered through; the biggest issue with turning off Creative was that actually dying in Survival was that much weirder and harsher, especially if you were born in Creative Mode like Wash and the other Freelancers had been.

"I'll worry about it when it's a bigger issue." Washington decided, rolling over and snuggling Epsilon close to his chest; at least Creepers will stay away, he thought hopefully.


"Well, this is just fucking great." Tucker muttered, glaring around at the yellow sand as night began to fall. "Where even is the forest?"

"Who the fuck knows?" Simmons replied, looking just as frustrated if not more so than Tucker. "Sarge is gonna be pissed!"

"Really, you're worried about Sarge at a time like this?" Grif questioned, unimpressed by the maroon miner's reaction. "I'd be more worried about Spiders, Simmons."

"Spiders!?" Donut squeaked, rushing to hide behind Grif. "I hate Spiders!"

Grif nodded in agreement. "Spiders, Simmons." He stated, poking Simmons annoyingly on the forehead. "Can't outrun a Spider."

Simmons scoffed, smacking Grif's hand away with a scowl on his face. "Maybe you can't outrun one, Grif, but that doesn't mean we can't."

"Don't you guys ever get anything done?" Tucker asked, exasperated.

"Actually, Grif might be right." Simmons finally said, looking very concerned. "If Grif gets hurt, we'll have to carry him; there are only three of us."

"Look, let's not jump to anything here!" Tucker instructed, yanking out his sword as the sun finally disappeared, a half moon rising on the horizon. "We'll be fine if we just-"

Ssssssssssssssssssssss

Ssssssssssssssssssssss

Ssssssssssssssssssssss

"Son of a bitch…" Tucker muttered darkly, pouting in defeat at the sandy ground.


"Woman and children last!"

"Oh shit, retreat!"

"Someone tell my mother I love her!"

"Oh God, I'm gonna die… *gasp* I'm gonna die…"

The four miners ran like all Hell was loose, making an attempt to outrun the four Creepers chasing them through the desert. They occasionally attempted shooting arrows at them, but it did little to stop their impending dooms. After only a few minutes, they were all panting heavily, barely able to keep going, seeing as their hunger was low from not only their lack of food at the bases, but from the fact that they'd wasted alot of it hunting and gathering all day. Tucker and the Reds soon managed to duck behind a slope, whimpering quietly as the hissing grew louder.

"We are so dead." Simmons whispered, looking horrified as he drew his bow, ready to fight to the death if it was necessary. "See you fuckers in Blood Gulch."

"We're not dead yet." Tucker announced, drawing his sword, swinging it in the air for extra effect. "I still have a few bars of Hunger left… I can get 'em if you guys distract a few away from me…"

At once, Simmons and Donut took off, running back over the slope and dashing around the Creepers, presumably to distract them for Tucker; one blew up though and took Donut out with him. "Donut!" Simmons shreaked in fear.

"He'll re-spawn on his bed, keep going!" Tucker instructed, running out and beginning his 'Hit 'n Run' trick at one of the Creepers, eventually taking it out. "Grif, run!"

"Fuck!" Grif shouted, running as fast as he could away from the Creepers, only to trip and fall flat on his face, soon being surrounded.

Simmons suddenly rushed in, just as the three remaining Creepers began to glow white. "Grif!" He yelled, diving in just as the explosion went off.

Tucker, even though he was farther away from the initial blast, was still knocked off his feet, rolling and rolling for what felt like hours but was really thirty-two seconds before he landed, somewhat harshly, behind another sand slope. The aqua miner groaned loudly, pulling off his mostly ruined helmet with a grunt, tossing it aside as he rubbed blood from his forehead. Finally, after a few minutes of terrifying and lonely silence, Tucker rolled over, coming face to face with a knocked out, grey dressed miner, who had a small black and white tamed ocelot held tight against his chest; cuts, bruises, and scrapes covered the poor sap's face.

"Fuck." Tucker muttered, rolling over to face the sky again, cursing loudly under his breath before he finally passed out from Hunger.


"Tucker!" Was the first word screeched out of Donut's mouth when he woke up hours later, alone in Red Base, tucked into his bed. "Where-"

"Easy there, soldier." Sarge instructed, pulling out a red potion from his inventory, pouring it into a small wooden bowl and handing it to the younger miner. "You took quite a spill according to them Blues."

"Where's Tucker?" Donut asked, worry creasing his face. "Last thing I knew, I was lodged in a Creeper sandwich!"

Sarge gave Donut a weird look, then shook it off. "He's fine, son." He assured him, nodding at the bowl. "Drink up; it'll help heal them scars on yer face better."

Donut moved a hand towards the hand-mirror on his nightstand, attempting to see the scars that may or may not be permanently scribed onto his face, but Sarge stopped him, his face stern. "Let's wait 'til later, boy. Not sure yer ready to see just yet…"

"Where is everyone?" Donut asked, determined as ever to learn about everything that had happened.

"Tucker's holed up in Blue Base with Caboose takin' care 'a that new Blue boy-" Sarge explained, brewing up another potion at the Enchantment Table. "-'N Simmons hasn't left Grif's side since he woke up… lazy bastard won't wake up yet."

"Wait, you're not making any sense." Donut pointed out, furrowing his brow at Sarge. "Why isn't Grif waking up, who's this Blue guy?"

Sarge shrugged, grumbling as he worked. "You know Grif's a lazy bastard, 'n that Blue boy was found in the desert along with the other Blue when I up and went after you boys! You're all damn lucky I found 'em, otherwise them Skeletons and Zombie woulda gotten 'em!"

Donut finally smiled after taking it all in, nodding at Sarge. "Thanks, sir." He answered, looking amazed. "That's so nice of you to help Tucker and a random stranger."

"Woulda killed 'em if it weren't for that damn cat!" Sarge shouted, banging his fist on the table as he remembered that Godawful feline. "Lil hairball up and took my bow! Lousy bastard… 'm tellin' ya, it had ta be a tiger, or some sorta big cat kitten thing-a-ma-jig…"

"What, like a puma?"

Both men snapped up and gazed over at the orange bed beside Donut, where Grif laid barely conscious, looking as bored as usual.

"Grif, you're alive!" Donut cheered, wincing however when he attempted to lift his arms up, deciding to instead just smile happily at him as an alternative. "You had me going th-"

"What in Sam Hell is a puma!?" Sarge boomed, interrupting Donut entirely, as if he didn't exist at all.

Grif blinked, unaffected by his leader's anger. "It's a puma, ya know, like a big cat." He made two pawing motions with both of his hands, as if to illiterate his point further. "It's a real animal."

"Yer makin' that up…" Sarge whispered in a deadly and serious tone, readying his back-up bow.

Meanwhile, Donut gave Simmons, who was lying lazily by Grif's side on the bed, a small chuckle. "Typical Red Team morning." He muttered.

Simmons nodded in agreement, yawning before he snuggled closer to Grif, enjoying the heat the chubbier man gave off.

Just a typical Red Team morning.


A/N: The rest of the parts will be posted in quick succession up until part 7, where I'm still writing part 8. I plan on updates being at the very least by then every other week. We'll see though.

~CabooseHeart.