Because srsly, everybody writes about the Pikmin. They're interesting, yeah, but there are so many fic ideas with the Hocotatians, too. Anyways, this is a rewrite of an older fic. There are a number of changes, some major, some minor.
A better title/summary suggestion would be appreciated XP
Okay... onto ficcage.
Disclaimer: Don't own. There aren't even any OCs... well yet...
It had been so, so long since he'd seen the sun.
How long? He wasn't quite sure. His internal chronometer had broken long, long ago. Not that it really mattered. He'd long been forgotten in this old ship hangar, and anyone that had once called him friend had long since died. No one was going to come for him. And besides... he would probably literally fall apart if he were moved. Rust had eaten away at much of his frame, leaving him unable to feel anything much beyond his innermost shell. If anyone did come, he reflected with morbid humor, he'd look like a part of the hangar.
How had he gotten here? He wasn't entirely sure, not anymore. His circuitry had degraded with age, leaving parts of his life oddly... blank. There were names that had no face; faces that had no name. Fantastic places and beasts that could be nothing more than corrupted data. A few things, though... he could remember those things. Could concentrate on them even as they degraded right before his eyes, and remember them. A Captain... Olimar. And... Louie, too. The Dolphin... the President...
More faces swam in and out of focus in his mind's eye, but they had no name, no meaning. They could have been delusions for all he knew. ...But... it didn't really matter. That was what reality was, wasn't it? Just a giant shared delusion? ...Great, now he was getting in one of his philosophical moods again. He focused on the memories, on what shreds of his past he could gather to himself.
And he remembered.