Note: This story takes place after the events of Pikmin 2, but before the events of Pikmin 3. Just thought it'd be good if you knew that before reading. Anyways, enjoy the story!

It's just one of the traits of our kind. To run. Fast.

And that's what I did that dreadful afternoon, running from the monster who attacked us. We had worked so hard, used all our effort to adapt to the surface, to thrive...

"Where do you think the leader's gone?" my friend asked.

"I don't know," I replied, "maybe... maybe somewhere beyond the sky."

"You're crazy," the friend replied, looking at me with a skeptical look on his face. Of course, he wasn't being serious. It was just another day with me and a friend of mine, who was also the color white, like me. We liked to talk about the various oddities of the world, and we always made a joke about our topics in the end.

We really had nothing better to do. Our kind, the whites, had had to adapt to life on the surface after the leaders left. It was his ship where we and the purples originally nestled, but now that he was gone, we were forced to try to survive on the surface. So, our group of whites set ourselves the task to try and make our own Colored Ship, like the other colors of our kind had. The purples also set themselves their own task to create their own Colored Ship. They didn't do it with us, however, and they went off to the south, towards the Snowy Areas. Us the whites, stayed in the Forestry Areas of the west, as we didn't want to adapt to brand new weather.

The purples, I thought as I continued to run from the monster. I had had a purple friend from their group, but we had been separated when the purples headed off to the south.

I wonder if he's okay... I thought. I began to wonder if the monster had attacked the purples too. Are they still okay? Are they still thriving and developing while we, the whites, had to suffer the devastation of this monster?

The monster...

"Shouldn't we be helping the others?" I asked my friend, as it was now getting dark.

"I guess so. It'd be really cool to be able to have our own Colored Ship!" my friend said, beaming. He had always been so intrigued at the thought of us having our very own Colored Ship, like the reds, yellows, and the blues. "Once we get one, we won't have to worry about anything anymore! It does everything for us! Protects us from the night, reproduces our kind, and we won't have to worry about having to go into a cave to reproduce!" He was sprouting all kinds of the good stuff that could come from having a Colored Ship now. He did that a lot. "Anyways, race you back to the group!" he shouted, and ran towards where we were temporarily living.

"Hey! Not fair! You had a headstart!" I ran after him, quickly catching up, and soon exceeding his pace. I was always one of the faster whites of our group, despite only having a leaf on my stem. I could easily outrun a white with a flower, despite my leaf.

"I win!" I yelled when we got back. My friend soon stopped beside me.

"You always win..." he said, looking at me with a face of disappointment. I couldn't think of any way to retaliate with that, so instead, I looked around at the group. There were only about 50 of us left, if I had to guess. We used to have a little more than a hundred, but many of us died soon after the leaders left. We were still trying to find out ways to create the Colored Ship. We were making progress so far... I think.

"Where were you guys?" one of the whites approached, "You've been out for almost the entire day!"

"Oh please," I said, "I bet it wasn't thatbad." Sure, we had been out until the fiery ball had almost set.

"Well, it's almost dark now, but now that you're here, why don't you-"

raaaaAAWWWWWRRR!

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"W-what was that?" my friend quietly, nervously whispered.

"U-uh..." I tried to form words, but only that feeble response got out. In all of our time adapting to life on land, we had never, ever heard an angry cry as frightening as the one that just echoed through the forest. Everyone was dead silent, trying to make out what was the thing that made that sound. It sounded like a large monster... but it also sounded like something else, something hostile, dangerous...

"Everybody, camouflage!" It was the one way that we were able to survive during the night – we would find a bush or some other foliage to get in, and then we would appear as if we were just flowers or leaves but sticking our stems out of the greenery. We did that this time, and soon all of us got in our respectful positions. I happened to be next to my friend in one of the bushes. He tried to talk with me while we were in the bush,

"What do you think that-"

raaaaRRRRRAAAAA!

It was the kind of scream that chilled your entire body, the kind that made you want to bury yourself in fear and terror.

"Shhh! Be quiet!" I rasped at him. He immediately obliged as we peeked through holes in the bush.

There it was. It was a large, almost indescribable beast. It was about the height of about 15 of us stacked head to toe. I tried to make out any more features of the creature, but it was too dark to see much. The only other thing I could make out was a blurry silhouette of the monster.

We tried to stay quiet. We couldn't possibly defeat this large thing alone! And none of us were even thinking about sacrificing ourselves. Us whites are usually good at one thing when it comes to fighting: Dying.

If we happened to die, our body lets out one last offensive move, which is to release the poison within out bodies. It usually kills the enemy in the process. Of course, this was a last resort move, as none of us like the prospect of just throwing our lives away like that.

So, we simply hid and stared at the large creature, hoping that it would just go away and not notice us.

Of course, we were wrong.

The monster came up to one of the bushes, where I knew a group of at least 5 were hiding. The monster dove in on the bush, and literally ripped the entire foliage out of the ground with its mouth carrying the group of 5 with him! It scarfed down the group and the greenery too.

Sorry guys... I thought to myself, Looks like you guys are the sacrifice for this monster...

I watched to see if the monster was soon going to begin to thrash around, and soon fall to the ground. All the other creatures who ate one of our color did this. And this one ate five of us too! It was surely going to die soon enough.

But to my surprise, it didn't. It kept walking around, and to my horror, ate another group of whites. It repeated this process over and over again, all the while I stayed rooted to the spot, watching all my friends die right before my eyes.

And then began to approach the bush where me and my friend stayed. I couldn't die right here, right now! But I didn't have a choice... did I?

"Bye, friend," My friend said to me, "looks like we're about to become a sacrifice too, with no effect..."

"No!" I couldn't take it, I did have a choice, didn't I!? It's to run, an instinct of our kind to prevent something like this.

I dispatched myself from the bush, and began to run away from that horrible creature.

"Wait! Where are- AAAAAHHHHHH!" I didn't look back. My friend was probably already dead, but I had to keep running. I had to escape this monster! I ran as far away as I can, all the while, I kept thinking, sorry.

I also kept thinking, why? I think I knew why. It was just nature to be cruel like this. We can't escape it's grasp, and we're forced to oblige by nature's will. I didn't care though, all I cared right now was to defy this, to escape.

To survive.

Keep running, I thought to myself, It could still be following you, it could still be chasing.

I don't know how long I had been running. It was now pitch dark. I'm lucky not to have encountered any other monsters as I ran, but those monsters were at the back of my mind. Spotted Red-Rumps, Pincer Beetles, and Hopping Fatfrogs were nothing compared to this horror that I experienced. I kept running, for hours, but I couldn't bear stop. I didn't even feel tired this whole time. Every time I began to feel little tired, the adrenaline of fear would come back to me as I'm reminded of the monster, and I would run even faster.

I still couldn't believe it though. After all we had worked through, how could we have been defeated this easily? I began to wonder what had happened to the other whites. Were they still alive, or... was I the only white left? It was too much to bear or even think about, being the last one alive.

But even so, I didn't let the stress bog me down, but thinking about this made me feel even worse than I already was. Everyone I had known were now gone. The leaders, whom I had looked up to, had gone away from the planet. The other species, the reds, yellows, blues, and purples had gone off to who knows where, and we whites were left to survive for ourselves. And now, the all the whites were dead, everyone but me. The thought gave me an overwhelming feeling of languish and despair. I wanted to cry, but I still needed to devote my energy to escaping this beast. I didn't even know if the beast was still chasing me, or if it had even went after me when I first escaped. I still needed to keep going though. I needed to keep going to survive.

I needed to keep running.

Disclaimer: Why, of course I own Pikmin! It's not like this is a terribly written Fanfiction or anything! ... Okay, so I don't own Pikmin, but you guys already knew that, and I bet 99% percent of you aren't even reading this disclaimer...

Note from Author: This is what happens when you do nothing but homework for hours on end while listening to music: You come up with a random idea for a story. No, this does not mean I'm going to stop updating "The Universe of Pikmin" anymore, this is just a side story that I'll update whenever I feel like it (which will probably be very rarely).