Author's notes: The mystery man from last chapter revealed! And here's my usual habit of commenting to reviews every 4 chapters. Still no idea why I do it, though:

world of dragons Productions: I see Double D as the type to be prepared for a lot of things. Plus, I couldn't leave them with nothing. Then they would be truly screwed.

And, now that's over with, I continue the story! Told by the POV of the eldest Pikmin in the fic, Bud!

P.S. When not in a Pikmin's POV, words from Pikmin are in italics.

Night 1: Intruder Detected!

Bud's POV:

I sat in the Onion, waiting for night to cease. While I do not know why, but I feel as if I must do everything I can to help the strangers we met today.

Though, I also liked being in the Onion. It was nice, dry and warm. Unlike what it was outside right now. Every part was viewable except for the part that was obscured by a strange cylinder. But the Onion only got weirder. We did not know how, but the Onion seemed to sense our need to be at a safe altitude while close enough to help our new friends if needed.

"Hi Bud!" Someone called.

I looked over to see three Pikmin, named Smog, Spits, and the ever shy Fredrick. As far as I could tell they were the youngest Pikmin, except for Smog, so they were always asking advice.

"Hello!" I, for some reason, was the one everyone wanted to talk to. Limping over to their group, I joined their talk. "What's up?"

Spits spoke first. "What do you think of those people, dude?"

"I-I think that E-Ed guy was a-all right." Fredrick said, stuttering all the way.

"I don't like 'em." Smog said. "They order us around and for what? I don't see how we benefit from it."

"Ouch. That's harsh, dude." Spits sighed.

"I can see several reasons, Smog." I chuckled. "For one thing, if it weren't for Double D, I'd be dead, and you wouldn't exist right now. Plus they're doing it to get home, and with that fort, they'll leave us one. No more hiding in an Onion each night." I did not know why but we all somehow knew everything we needed about basic survival. However, basic was the key word. "Plus, Double D asked politely and proved to be a capable leader."

"Whatever." Smog smirked.

My first impressions of Smog: He was a little guy who was about to learn a harsh lesson over the next few days.

Spits kept the conversation going. "Well, dude, I think they're nice and that we live in a stable state of symb, syb, uh…slib…"

"Symbiosis?" I suggested.

"Yeah, that, dude!"

I chuckled and limped back to the spot by the window, one of the three that the Onion's stilt-like legs stick out of, that I enjoyed so much. But, as I looked out towards the fort, I noticed something odd. A figure, similar to our new friends, was sneaking its way toward the partially finished fort.

"Who's that?" Was it one of Double D's friends?

"What's going on Bud?" Someone said.

"Wha?" I jumped. So many people had come up behind me today! This particular one was a Pikmin who had dubbed himself as Mr. Old Man Pik, which was strange because he was the second oldest here (next to yours truly), twirling a stick he claimed to be the "perfect cane".

"What's up Pik?"

"Us." He joked. That was just him, I suppose, always making something into one joke or another. "Now seriously, what were you staring at?"

"I think we may have a possible threat." I said. I lost track of the figure when Old Man Pik came behind me. I suppose it would have to wait till tomorrow morning. Since the Eds, except Ed, couldn't understand us, I'd have to warn them somehow then.

"A threat?" He questioned. "Now that is something, ain't it?"

I limped over to the sole thing obscuring my view of the other side of the Onion, the odd cylinder. I placed my hand on it as someone would a friend or pet. "We need to land the Onion."

"Land the Onion?" Old Man Pik gasped. "Even I don't joke like that! That can wait till morning!"

"Sorry in advance then." I said. The Onion, as if reacting to my words slowly started descending towards the fort.

Fredrick's POV:

"What's going on?!" I screamed. The Onion was descending towards the ground, but it was still night time.

"WE"RE ALL GONNA DIE!!" A Pikmin, not much older than myself, screamed. Great, like that makes me feel better…

"Everyone, hold on tight!" Bud hollered.

"Hold on? To what, dude?!" Spits questioned, while leaping up, trying to grab one of the Onion's legs.

We all were sent upward a few inches when the Onion landed. I, being one the smallest, was even sent flying into one of the other Pikmin.

"Get off!" Smog yelled, pushing me away and into Old Man Pik.

"S-sorry Smog." I cried.

"Whatever." Smog grunted. "Why have we landed?"

Bud jumped up grabbing one of the Onion's legs. "I'm going to check something. Just wait here." He slid down the leg.

"Wait for me, dude!" Spits yelled, following suit.

"This is suicide!" Smog called after. "Looks like I have to take of you all around here." Then he also slid down.

"W-wait!" I said, running after them. I didn't want Bud to be hurt by Smog or something out there.

Smog's POV:

Of all the things I've seen in my life, which was only half a day, this was the absolute dumbest thing I've seen Bud do!

I tracked through the plants as fast as I could, trying to keep him in sight.

"Slow down, you idiot!" I shouted.

Bud stopped and turned around to face me quickly. "What are you doing here Smog?"

"Trying to stop you from killing yourself." I answered. We looked back, noticing more figures heading towards us.

I picked up a rock and aimed at the figures. "Back off, I'm armed!"

"Chill dude." Spits said, appearing from the plant life. "Just me and the other dudes." He pointed back towards Fredrick and Old Man Pik.

"About time you stopped." Fredrick panted.

"So Bud, are we going to find this intruder?" Old Man Pik said.

"I say you're all insane." I sighed. "I'll find this intruder." I walked away from them, prepared to capture this intruder.

Bud started chuckling the moment I turned away. "What's so funny?"

Bud pointed towards the direction the fort was. "The guy I saw was heading towards the fort."

"That's the way to that B-Bulborb nest Ed found." Fredrick said.

"Whatever!" I yelled, following them.

Neutral POV:

The mysterious figure watched as a small group of Red human like creatures walked towards a poorly built fort.

"I bet that those dorks are behind all this." he said, wiping sweat from his head.

Using his great athletic abilities, he jumped from plant to plant, slid down moist rocks, and swung atop a boulder overlooking the group.

"Time for some answers!" He shouted, jumping off the rock.

"Up there!" The smallest one squeaked. One of the five swung at the figure with a stick, While the tallest, and presumably the oldest, pulled aside the smaller one.

"Go get the Eds." It whispered. The smaller one nodded and ran for the fort.

Old Man Pik and the mysterious person held their weapons like swords, prepared to attack.

"Take this!" He shouted, swinging his weapon downward.

He was stopped however, when Smog and Spits grabbed his legs and arms.

"Lemme go, you freaks!" The kid shouted. In his moment of distraction, Old Man Pik swung his cane and connected with the person's head.

A few seconds after Eddy, Ed, and Double D came through the brush and ran towards the group of Pikmin.

"Come on guys!" Ed said. "Fredrick said that they found an intruder who attacked them!"

Eddy growled in frustration. "What were they even doing outside the Onion?! Ain't it supposed to be in the air?!"

"Well let's see this 'intruder.'" Double D suggested. "We can di-" He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who the attacker was.

The person's buzz cut underneath a red baseball cap. The green, if somewhat torn, shirt. The wrench with dried mud and blood on it. It was all unmistakable. There attacker was none other than-

"Kevin." The Eds said in unison.

Double D felt his pulse, and pressed against his stomach.

"He's okay. He just needs food, water, a good night's sleep, and possibly a restraining order."

He blew on his whistle, directing the Pikmin to carry Kevin to the fort. They had already spotted the Onion flying there.

Author's Notes: I go by tradition, and tradition dictates that I give the Pikmin element themed names. Post you questions and comments please. I am more than happy to answer them!