Hello again! This here is a new chapter that takes place a day before the pikmin go to Perplexing Pool. The Beady Long Legs undergoes a change of heart after he dies by the pikmin, so don't see it as OOC. It's fanfiction, how do we know what the Long Legs is REALLY like? Hmm?

Chapter 3: Fate of the Beady Long Legs

Another day comes…

Another boring day comes in the Perplexing Pool…

I woke up to the sound of Shearwigs fluttering about preying upon some Skitter Leafs. The Skitter Leafs were jumping about, trying to repel against the Shearwig's attacks, but it proved useless as the Shearwigs bit away their leafy bodies piece by piece. I could only do nothing but watch as the Skitter Leafs lives ended before my eyes (if I had them) since I had no business with them. However, I realized that the ground had become uneven in the middle of the feeding frenzy. That's when I jumped down and landed onto the ground in a menacing, yet flashy, entrance.

My arrival shocked all of the Shearwigs and Skitter Leafs around, but they shouldn't be surprised; they know this would happen if they do this around my turf! As my own form of punishment, I began stomping my feet around the ground, aiming for the lumps of dirt they had formed, as well as any bug that got in the way. The Skitter Leafs managed to run away thanks to their evolutionary speed, but no Shearwig escaped from my thunderous rage. I continued to pound away at the ground, as well as obliterating the Shearwig carcasses to smithereens, until it became as flat as a Dwarf Bulborb in the way of a Cannon Beetle's cannon-fire. Satisfied with the leveling of the floor, I decided to go and find some entertainment for myself as I passed some Bulbears which looked sad at the sight of the smashed up Shearwigs.

Ever since that flying metal object left to the skies, everything has gotten boring. The Yellow Pikmin were easily killed off by the bugs here and there and soon, only five were remaining. It was pathetic, really. The pikmin were just minding their own business, surviving and all, but those bugs really had it for them. They're just like me, in a way: we just want something done and no interferences. Many of the bugs here look down on me for that (no, I won't make a joke about the fact that I'm way taller then anyone) and I feel rejected, but because of my size, no one will even think about telling that to me in front of my face, not just because they don't know where it is.

I stopped to see a Wollywog caressing some bluish-white bubbles. They seemed pretty important. I was pretty curious as to what they are so I decided to ask.

"Hey," I yelled, "what is that?"

The Wollywog looked at me like it was none of my business or something, "you won't take 'em if I tell you?" it asked.

Before I could answer, there as a Dwarf Spotty Bulbear nibbling at my feet trying really hard to penetrate my thick hide. I looked at it with confusion when I realized it was just hungry. Not wanting to hurt the innocent thing, I shoved it away slowly and turned back to the Wollywog.

"Well, what would I want with them?" I asked.

"Why are you asking?" it replied.

"Just curious," I replied.

"Well, I consider these my life's work. These eggs are going to be a bundle when they hatch, but I feel a sense of accomplishment just by looking at it."

I watched as he, or maybe she, stared at the eggs, treasuring them as if they meant the world. If I were him, I guess I could feel the same sense of accomplishment for having done so much, but I can't, and maybe never will. I sighed to myself as I began to walk away, ignoring the Bulbears failing attempt to eat me and my legs, heading towards the Crawmad Lake when the Wollywog spoke to me again.

"'Ey, you, you're the only one who sympathizes those pathetic pikmin?" he asked me, pointing to the pikmin onion from view.

I looked at the pikmin and their onion as they looked back from their high posts, wondering if they were the subject of our conversation from the look on their faces.

"Pathetic?" I asked, looking back to the Wollywog, "I'd say more like potent."

"Those guys deserve nothing more than foreboding death!" it told me.

"Those guys have every right in doing what they want. It's the pride of their species."

"Beating us to death and harvesting our carcasses? They're worst than the demented Segmented Crawbster and loafy Giant Breadbug put together!"

"Survival of the fittest, that's all there is to it," I said as I walked on.

"Oh yeah? Well try saying the same thing when they come after you!" he said as I kept walking.

No way would that happen. The pikmin era is over. We are dominant now, not the pikmin. Sure, they killed of my sister back in the Lost Forest Navel, but there had to be a reason for it. I mean, maybe she started it. Maybe she threatened them in the first place. But what's done is done. My sister is dead and it's because of the pikmin. I have no grudge against them or feel revenge for it, she attacked them and she died for her foolishness. At least, that's what I heard. Many of the Wollywogs tell me that their relatives saw everything, that it was the pikmin who intruded and took her life. I highly doubted that. The pikmin just began their reign and took down the 8 Lords, but it's over, it's all over…

Night was already coming and I didn't wanna oversleep. After having finished my chat with the Hermit Crawmad at Crawmad Lake, I walked over to my territory to find nothing disturbed. I was a slow walker, so by the time I got there, it was probably 3:00 or something. Tired, I took a great leap to the sky, hung onto the tree branch, got cozy and drifted to sleep. I was hoping that maybe tomorrow, I could talk to that Wollywog again and discuss the pikmin rebellion and how it ended…

I guess I did oversleep. The sun was already in the middle of the sky and the air was very warm. I wondered why the sun's heat waves didn't wake me, since I dislike heat. Well, now I'm up. I hopped down to the floor to find more holes in the ground. I was a little annoyed knowing that those darn Shearwigs don't clean up after themselves; it would help if I didn't have to pound the ground momentously just to fix it! As I stomped the ground, I noticed that a little scuffle took place here. Tiny footprints were left and I know Shearwigs don't leave footprints. I looked to where the footprints lead and I saw something I thought I'd never see.

With my own eyes, I saw the Yellow Onion, as well as an unfamiliar Red one, as well as a weird metallic structure similar to the metal flying object that flew away months ago, except it looked a bit headless. There were numerous footprints here, possibly an army, that lead from here, to there, and to the…no.

"Surprising, isn't it?"

I looked down to see a Toady Bloyster looking at the Onions as well. He didn't seem so surprised; he looked more like invoked.

"These guys came out of nowhere, that's the least I can tell ya."

"What happened here?" I asked it, pointing to the mess of footprints.

"Oi, T'was a real mess. They were ambushed by the Shearwigs that lived here. The Shearwigs tried to eat them, but the pikmin retaliated by swarming. There was more pikmin than Shearwigs, by a landslide, so the Shearwigs didn't stand a chance."

I looked at the footprints in disbelief. The pikmin had begun to fight back, after all this time. Why, though, would the pikmin have turned violent?

"They didn't stop there though, no-siree. They went to take down the Bulbears, the Fiery Bulblax, the Snitchbugs, even the Wollywogs. After that, they recruited the yellows and became an army of Red and Yellows."

I stopped listening after Wollywog. The pikmin really have turned violent. I walked in a hastening pace to see that there was no Wollywog in sight, nor a Bulbear. I saw that the eggs were gone too. I shuddered in the tragedy that something like this had happened. I was angry yet I didn't know why. Maybe because of these merciless pikmin the innocent Wollywog suffered in their name. Nothing should suffer in their name. I felt that the pikmin rebellion has begun once again and I had to stop it. I couldn't let anymore blood be shed.

"Great Beady Long-Legs!" a voice from below called to me.

"My brothers and I thank you for saving us from the voracious Shearwigs that tried to eat us," said the Skitterleafs from yesterday.

One of the Skitterleafs had a bite mark on their wings, probably from the Shearwigs. I noticed that only two were present. Weren't there four?

"Hey," I said to them, "where's the other two?"

"…it was terrible Beady. My brothers were attacked by the pikmin and we tried to escape, but one of my brothers went into the water and drowned."

I looked to the waters to see the lone floating leaf, the remains of their brother.

All around me, there were sign of a pikmin attack. The pikmin have gone bad. They would take the lives of any creature who opposed them, and I could be next. After that, I asked the Skitterleafs where the pikmin went, and told me that they went down into the Citadel of Spiders. I couldn't let them poison the living of the innocent animals in the hole. I had to stop them.

I entered the hole and descended as far as I could. On my way, I saw no life at all, but signs of battle and struggling, as well as footprints, were everywhere. I didn't know if I wanted to see what happened here. The lives of the innocent were taken. The meaning of predation has changed. I can't bear this. This needs to stop right now!

I heard tiny chattering from the ground below. The pikmin must be down here…

It's so wide and awesome…

I don't like the center…

Is that a web?

I'm a white pikmin!

I swear I'm gonna punch him if he doesn't stop!

I'm a yellow pikmin!

Not you too?

It was hard for me to believe that the owners of those voices had any form of innocence at all. I mean, they didn't even sound threatening. But I saw their destruction, so they must be dangerous. Why would pikmin suddenly become threatening? I had no time to think, I had the element of surprise! I didn't bother using the hole; instead, I burrowed down to the next level. It was a pretty high fall; my conscious told me maybe I should've taken the hole as I fell. The ground was coming into view, so I aimed my feet for the ground and for a perfect landing.

As soon as I saw the pikmin though, I began to regret.

There was practically a hundred pikmin before me, some red, some white with red eyes, there was even more yellows than the last time I saw them. My entrance sorta surprised the pikmin before me, but I was surprised to see two very odd looking pikmin in front of them. My first mistake was looking down to count how many pikmin there were. The odd looking pikmin with a red stem thingy threw a red pikmin at my face! I bolted my body upwards to avoid the pikmin and it began to whack away at my feet, which did no damage to my skin complexion.

My second mistake was looking down to count the pikmin again. The odd pikmin guy whistled to the red calling it back. Quickly, I counted 40 reds, 10 whites, and 50 yellows. When I raised my body upwards, the odd pikmin threw a yellow pikmin at my face. I was too slow to dodge the pikmin and it flew pretty high. Either that odd pikmin has a good throwing arm, or the yellow pikmin used its freak-ears to fly. Anyway, the pikmin began pounding at my round body, striking my vital organs from the outside. If I could, I would beg for mercy, but the odd pikmin continued to throw yellows at my face, covering my mouth. I was barely able to breathe; my body was in so much pain. I could also feel them pounding at the glass object in my body which I had ingested a few months ago. The physics behind that I have yet to solve.

My third mistake was trying to run away from the swarm of pikmin. He, the odd pikmin, continued to throw pikmin at me as I walked, and I was a very slow walker. My entire body was covered with the yellow menaces, yet I continued to walk. After about eight steps, I decided to try shaking them off. The odd pikmin once again whistled; this time all the pikmin retreated just before I shook my body. I was relieved to have them off. I needed to take a breather.

That was my last mistake.

I leaned down so I could regain my energy, but the pikmin guy threw all of his pikmin onto me. All one hundred had gotten onto my body in such short time; they pounded away at my delicate form. I couldn't bear the pain any longer. These pikmin were trying to kill me! After such pity I had for them, they paid no mind to what they're killing at all. My body…my legs…I…can't…take it…

My body became no more. The joints on my legs creaked with bone cracks as my forms began to wither away into the winds. The glass object within me eventually fell through the crusty components that were my innards. My body, legs, and feet dissipated into the winds as all the water in my body evaporated. My mind was no more, my conscious was gone, I was trapped in a never ending abyss of hell.

For so long I had pitied the pikmin for their vain attempts at survival. For a long time they had been under us, doomed to feed off the scraps of life and whatnot. But it was time that they would rise, and in their rise many would fall. I had fallen, at their hands. They reign has started, they will be kings.

Murderous kings! Murderous animals! Mindless killers! Darkened by their mad leaders, they took me down for their own selfish purposes and I had no chance of counterattack! Revenge is meaningless now, but my newborn hate will never die down! Vengeance shall be brought upon them! There shall be no more guilt in the ones who die in their name.

To die in their name is dying with hate.

Next chapter is the fate of the Giant Breadbug…