Well, here's my first crack at a fanfiction. I'm writing this one in celebration of Pikmin 3, which will be the latest addition to this epic series. Comments are encouraged ^_^ Enjoy!

*These chapters will start out being fairly short, but they'll probably get longer as the story progresses. I'm hoping to update this about once a week.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Pikmin and am creating this fanfiction purely for entertainment.

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Chapter 1: A light in the Alley

A rusted tin can lies on its side in a dark alley. The alley is littered with damp sheets of paper, soggy cardboard boxes, and scraps of food, and the sky above is pierced by tall buildings. The few stars that are visible shine brightly. Every so often, the silence is split by slick tires slicing through shallow puddles, spraying the curb with cold water. The sounds of the sleeping city echo through the deep alley, and moon above stains the buildings and streets a pale blue. The big city seems so bigger to the tin can, and even bigger to what's inside it.

The can rests still, despite the brisk night wind whispering through the alley. The label reading "Campbell's" in stained, cursive letters is beginning to peal, revealing a cold, unspectacular metal cylinder. From inside, a faint, white light pours onto the asphalt, reflecting off of the damp ground. The light wobbles and swoops, but does not fade. It is the sole evidence of life in the alleyway.

Out of the lingering darkness, a small, gloved hand clutches the edge of the can. A second one breaks the shadows, and the two red hands pull forth a small figure, no taller than the can. The two hands now brush off the figure's yellow, rubber jumpsuit, the chest of which is full of a myriad of buttons and controls, gauges and lights.

The figure finally lifts his head, and with two squinting eyes he stares out to the shining street, so far away. Messy brown hair almost obstructs the view, but the figure doesn't take his eyes off the sight. The weak light reflects off a round, glass helmet, and inside is a friendly, round face, still staring into the distance, thinking of nothing more than a very different world back home.