From the Inside of an Onion
Summary: I am their protector. If not for me, they would surely become extinct in a matter of days. Yet, they seem not to care. So why should I continue to shelter them?
(And I don't own Pikmin. But this story is mine.)
They have returned from yet another day of scavenging. My senses tell me they come closer through the vibrations in the ground. They hold something below me- a bulborb, perhaps. It's hard to tell, really. Many of the creatures seem the same until I am able to take them in and analyze them.
I take in another pellet and release my seeds- only three this time, but there is sure to be more. There always is. It can be tiring, giving life to these small plant-like forms. But without me, they would have no life. I produce them, using the nutrients that they bring me in the form of their defeated enemies. At the end of the day I allow them shelter and warmth by carrying them into space inside of me and out of harm's way. Without me, they would surely die.
But what is the point? They seem not to care, not to recognize the safety I provide them. Their actions are so mechanical- kill enemies, bring them back to gain more allies, defeat more enemies…the process seems never-ending. Until dark. When the light recedes they return and seek the shelter they have become so accustomed to. Sometimes, a few do not make it back in time. They then become the sustenance for the very creatures they defeat during the day.
Darkness has begun to fall. They return in a cluster, carrying with them the last of the day's spoils. As I release the final seeds they climb up my leg-stalks to the safety they are so used to. The last one has entered- it is time to go.
As I rise into the outer limits of the planet the creatures appear, snapping at the empty air. There is no one left behind, nothing for the beasts to prey on. They can only watch and leap vainly into the air after my rising form.
The ones I shelter begin to fall asleep, to enter into a state of hibernation until the next landing. As they enter into this state, I think of what they would do without me, and realize just how much they truly rely on me. And then I come to a conclusion.
It's not so bad being an Onion.
Yaaaaaaayyyyy. :3
I wanted to write something in a not-so-loved category, and here we are. It's not that bad.
Reading it through a couple times makes me realize how much the Onion is to the Pikmin as a mother's womb is to her child.
It's beautiful, really.
(Hush, it's late. But I do hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :3)