Disclaimer: I do not own pikmin. Or breadbugs. Or the English language. Or anything else you may or may not see in here.
I wake up in my nest. Around me the ground is laid with all kinds of food- doughnuts, cookies, anode beetles, and even other breadbugs. I shudder at the thought of my brothers eventually giving in to hunger and eating everything they see. They stare at me like they would a doughnut and are waiting for me to get killed so they could eat me. Except the giant breadbug and a few others, that is. The giant breadbug may be a giant, but he is a gentle one. His name is Goliath. Most of the other non-cannibal breadbugs usually fail staying that way through life, as they usually end up going hungry. The breadbugs are friends while scavenging. However, when we choose who eats what, the only thing that protects us from eating each other is the blubber that protects us from most attacks. Goliath, being the biggest, is one of the few who can make peace, and is the only one who actually tries to keep peace.
As I finally start to move, one of my brothers, Jake, comes up. "Going elsewhere, eh brother dear?" I'm confused over what he actually means. "What, I just woke up. How would I go elsewhere if I didn't go anywhere yet?" He simply chuckles and says, "Magic." Immediately he changes the topic. "So are you going to take a sojourn to the shower room? You are awfully sordid." Before I can mention that he used both "sojourn" and "sordid" completely wrong, he walks away while his friends complimenting how smart he was.
I finally start to climb out of the hole as I saw the destruction of the kitchen. Generally this cave is safe from attacks due to the bulbears that moved into here, but everywhere there were dead anode beetles and breadbugs. All the evidence there had been taken away. Suddenly, I saw Jake dead. No matter how much he annoys me with his air of false superiority, I feel a few tears starting to push their way out. I went over to his body to bury it. Suddenly the corpse jumps up. "Hah, told you guys he would fall for it. He's too stupid to understand. Right, brother dear? Wait, you don't understand, let me dumb it down. You equal stupid." All I do is sadly walk away, the tears still pushing out not because of sadness for others, but of self-pity. In the corner of my eye, I notice them still making fun of me. Jake sees tears flowing down my face, but all he does is look at me and sneer.
As I walk out, I see Goliath walk by. "Hey, Dave." He calls out to me as he notices my wet, shiny face. "What's gotcha so upset?" I know Goliath probably already knew, as this was a daily occurrence, but I tell him anyway. "Jake was being…" No words are coming to me, but Goliath didn't need one. He simply replies, "I'll talk to Jake for ya." He stumbles his way across the kitchen. Thank goodness Goliath cares about me so much; without him, Jake would have free reign to make fun of me.
The rest of the day goes on like usual, scavenge, scavenge, and scavenge some more. Most people complain about having to scavenge all day, but I don't mind. Sure it's hard work, but it beats out my other option to occupy my time- being made fun of by Jake every hour of this day. As I head back home from my daily work, I see Jake. "I'm sorry I made fun of you today," he apologizes. Yes, you are totally sorry. Like I haven't seen this act daily I sarcastically think. "I know you don't think I'm telling the truth," he continues. You got that right. "But I really am sorry."
"Yes, just like every other day of my life."
He snickers back at me. "I really am. Why, don't you trust me?" I stare at him, as he already knows the answer. "Whatever have a nice night."
I wake up early the next morning to screams of agony and death. As I get up to check what the matter is, Goliath wakes up next to me. He stares at me, tells me to go back to bed, and goes up to investigate. I decide to listen to Goliath and sleep, hoping he will be all right.
(Goliath's POV)
Dave wakes up next to me, wanting to go outside. I simply tell him I would go outside to take a look and to go to back to bed, which seems to work. As he falls asleep, I continue to hear the agony outside as a battered Jake goes up to me. "Goliath, please be careful. They are back." I look at him and say, "If I got them out once, I will get them out again." As I climb up the stairs, I am regretting about what I just said. In front of me there are one hundred little flowers. Some of them are yellow, a few are purple, a few are pink, but most of them are red. All of them look under control of a blood-thirsty captain who will stop at nothing for a spare bottle cap, or a doughnut. Or even the little eraser I accidently swallowed a few weeks ago. If they were to only ask, we would gladly give it to them. Instead, they march into caves and turn into a machine of massacre.
Knowing they won't be able to hurt me, I start to bring a dead breadbug for a burial. Then all I see are three obese purple flowers latch on to it. As they bring the breadbug to the ship, all goes black. My soul happily leaves my body, flying into the clouds.
AN: Welcome to my first Fan fiction ever! I hope you enjoyed it, and I would appreciate if you were to review this. I am not quite "good" at writing them yet, so if there are any major issues (e.g. Jake being too cliché or the storyline being garbage) then please mention them. Also, I will not be able to update on a regular schedule, as I have school. Okay then, see you later!