WB: One of these days, I should find a noodle and-

Herobrine: They can hear us now.

WB: Oh, right. Forgot that was on a timer. Hello readers, and welcome back to The Minoventher Incident!

What are you doing?

WB: You weren't here, so we started for you. By the way, you should put your name before your words, so people know who it is that is talking.

Dark: You mean like this?

WB: Yeah, like that!

I don't know, it just feels weird to do that for some reason.

WB: Eh, you'll get used to it.

Dark: Maybe you're right. What were we doing again?

WB: You were about to start the chapter.

Dark: Oh yeah, guess I was. Anyways, without further ado, enjoy the chapter!

(Dark_Master_98 POV)

Sylvester looked through the scattered remains of the oak woods, seemingly scavenging through the wreckage to find salvage. After a few seconds, he came back out with a scratched-up music disc, simply titled '11', in his teeth.

"Never know when you're gonna need a good plate."

"Actually, that's a..." I began to correct him, but decided against it, "Never mind."

Jyregoza turned around in rapid clockwise circles, whacked against the broken wall 3 times, then spun around twice in counter-clockwise circles.

"Yes, I see what you mean."

It hopped in place 5 times, paused for a few seconds, then hopped 2 more times.

"What? No! We can't, that's too dangerous!"

After tweeting, it whacked the wall again, then stomped the ground 4 times.

"Yeah, it's probably for the best."

"What is Jyregoza saying?"

"Oh right, you probably can't understand Hrgshygmytznfr speak. We were just having a discussion about how putting chocolate sponges into sandstone smoothies destroys the world economy. That, or what we should do now that our house is destroyed. Both of those sentences are pretty closely related in Hrgshygmytznfr speak, and I always seem to have trouble deciphering between the two."

I looked around, deciding whether or not to confide to the duo why I was actually here. Seeing as how my options were limited and I didn't really have any other lead to go on, I just went for it.

"Jyregoza, Sylvester, there is something you should know."

The bedrock door and the silverfish turned to face me, a sight which still struck me as strange.

"If this is about Mr. Sphinx's nose, we didn't do it!"

"Who? No, this is something else."

"Okay, we're listening."

I recounted the events leading up to the present, everything from the first mishap in the long series of freak accidents which landed me here, to my introduction to Sylvester and Jyregoza. Sylvester nodded thoughtfully, and I couldn't tell for the life of me what Jyregoza was thinking. After I had finished, they stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what I had just told them.

"So, let me see if I've got this. You say that you broke the universe, a god named Herobrine wants you to fix it but didn't tell you how, and you've come to us for help?"

"That about covers it."

The two looked at each other for a second before Sylvester burst into laughter and Jyregoza began to make wheezing noises. This continued for a full 30 seconds before Sylvester got enough breath back to talk.

"I love it! Portals to other worlds? Gods? Golden Apples? Where do you come up with this stuff?" Sylvester still giggled.

Without a word, I reached into my inventory and pulled out one of my remaining 2 Golden Apples to show them. Sylvester instantly stopped laughing to marvel at the sight.

"IT'S SO SHINY! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!"

"Do you believe me now?" I asked as I put the Golden Apple away.

"How did you perform this grand feat of sorcery? Are you a witch? An angel? A potter? You must tell me how this magnificent fruit from the heavens can come to exist in this mortal realm!" He begged me.

"You just need to take an apple and surround it in gold ingots on a crafting table. It's really not that difficult."

"Wait, really? No necromancy? No sacrifices? No dipping it in the blood of your enemies? Even if what you say is true, gaining hold of these two ingredients is no easy feat. The last known apple bush was struck twice by lightning ages ago, and 95% of the Minoventher gold supply is held within Fort Sox."

"Wait, isn't that a literal mountain of gold right over there?" I pointed over to the distance where a clearly visible shimmering golden pyramid stood out like a sore thumb.

"Huh? Oh, Mount Dollarest? No, that's all iron pyrite."

"Iron pyrite?"

"Yeah, better known as fool's gold. Did they not have this where you came from?"

"You means mountains of valuable treasure? No, I'd definitely remember seeing something like that."

"Pfft, valuable? Hardly. That entire mountain has about as much value as my toothbrush. Anyways, getting back to this wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff. I don't know if I can do anything, but I think I might know someone who can give you a nudge in the right direction. If anyone can help you with this, it'll be Machina. His vast intelligence is surpassed only by Finalius Draconius, but nobody knows where she is. Machina's place is actually pretty close, only about half a day's walk from here. If we go now, we can probably make it before the acid rain starts."

"Acid rain?"

"Yeah, acid rain. Looks harmless, but get hit by one drop and you'll be wishing you were dead. It's that bad. We don't want to get caught outside when it starts, or we'll be out of luck. By the way, duck."

I ducked down, but instead an amuck truck-sized duck covered in muck yelling "Yuck!" while stuck on a Woodchuck Canuck-brand hockey puck and wearing a bucket hat flew by, leaving me dumbstruck.

"Don't mind Young Buck Thunderstruck, his bad luck has sucked ever since his deluxe tux got stuck in the barracks."

"What the f-"

"Four o'clock already? We should get going now."

Sylvester indicated for us to get moving. Jyregoza began to inexplicably hover and followed after him. Shrugging, I fell in line behind the two, and we began to march south, or what I at least assumed was in the southern direction.

WB: So, care to explain why this chapter took so long?

Dark: I think you know why, Mr. Writer's Block.

WB: Is it really me? Or are you just using me as a scapegoat for your procrastination?

Dark: Is it really procrastination, or are you scapegoating my non-scapegoat?

WB: I think you're scapegoating my scapegoat of your scapegoat to scapegoat your procrastination.

Dark: Actually, you're scapegoating the scapegoated scapegoat of your-

Herobrine: This is hurting my head.

Dark: Mine too. Truce, WB?

WB: Truce. For now. Unless this truce is actually a scapegoat out of your scapegoating my scapegoating that you-

Herobrine: Please stop the scapegoat-ception.

WB: Okay, fine.

Dark: Anyways, without further ado, see you next time!