'zzz...'

'...hm...?'

'Huh...? Where am I...?'

'What's this... grayish room?'

'The floor's really squishy... Wait.'

Joel realized where he was. 'No.' It wasn't a dream. The squishy floor, the barely see-through walls, the... weird creatures sleeping on the floor? 'Huh? This must be that fruit I fell asleep in... So when did these things get here?' There were around ten to fifteen plant-like creatures lying down on the floor of the fruit, which also seemed to be a bit larger to accommodate the extra creatures. Half of the creatures was yellow with big ears, and the other half was red with long, pointy noses. All of the creatures had long stems coming out of their heads, one each, and the stems of some had leaves, but the others had buds. Joel stared at the creatures for a moment, then looked up to the leaf-tipped stem on his head.

'Are these... the same kind of creature as I am?'

Joel walked up to one of the red creatures, one with a bud on the stem. He leaned over it, slightly raising a hand.

"Uh, hi?"

"AH!" Joel yelped and turned around. In front of him stood one of the yellow creatures, specifically one with a bud on its stem. Its head was tilted slightly to its right. "What are you doing here?" it asked. Joel was speechless. The creature stood there for a moment. "What, can't you talk? Or maybe you just don't know English..." it continued, putting a hand to its 'chin' and leaning forwards slightly. '...Y'know, how do I talk in this form anyway?' Joel thought. "M...Mmm," he said hesitantly. The yellow creature blinked. "Is that all you can say? 'Mmm'?" it asked. Joel stood silently.

Joel heard a yawn come from the red creature behind him.

"Yawn... Ah, what's going on?"

Joel turned around and saw the red creature stand up from the floor. It looked at him for a second. "...Why's a Rock Pikmin here?" it asked. 'A "Rock Pikmin"?' Joel thought. He continued to stand silently, staring uncomfortably at the red creature. "Mn... W... R...Rock... Pikmin?" he said, stammering and raising his left hand over his 'mouth'. "What?" he continued. The yellow creature hummed slightly. "So at least you know the word 'what'," it said. Joel looked back to the yellow creature. "Uh-...Ee...Y-Yeah," he said hesitantly. "Seriously, why's it here?" the red creature asked.

"It knows 'Yeah', too!" the yellow creature said, ignoring the red one. It paused for a moment after saying that, eyes widening slightly. "Hold up," it said. "If this Pikmin knows English, it must have been a person like us! After all, the only thing that anyone else knows is that we disappeared after I got dared to stay in a cave overnight. Maybe this guy is- or rather was,- part of a search team or something?" Joel and the red creature gasped slightly. 'Did this thing just say "a person like us" and "we disappeared after I got dared to stay in a cave overnight"!? Could they be Johnny and Dave!?' Joel thought. "That makes perfect sense, Johnny!" the red creature said. Joel stared at the yellow creature, at Johnny. "J-Johnny!?" he nearly screamed out. Johnny sighed slightly. "Yup," he said, looking at Joel.

Joel turned towards the red creature and gestured towards it. "And... Dabe-, uh, Dave?" he said. "Mm-hm," the red creature, Dave said. "And who're you?" he continued. "Wait, let me guess!" Johnny cried out. "I think I have an idea! I guess that this guy went into the gray flower, since his rocky body seems pretty dark-colored, and he probably approached it because it was his favorite color... And he froze up for a second when I surprised him... And he's probably either part of some sort of search team or someone close to one of us... Favorite color's gray and he freezes up when surprised... Hmm... It's definitely my brother, Joel." Joel looked at Johnny blankly. 'Is that seriously so notable about me?! Liking the color gray and stiffening up when I'm surprised!?' he thought.

"Your brother Joel, huh?" Dave said, walking up to Joel. "...Yeah," said Joel. "Y'know, Joel," said Dave, "I've seen you a few times at Johnny's house and heard about you, but I've never actually met you... I've always wondered why you wore all black, though. Aside from the fact your hair was more of a pompadour than emo bangs, you looked just like you hopped out of 2006!" Joel stepped back a step. "I didn't come here to be judged for my fashion choices," he said. "Yeah, back off a bit, Dave!" said Johnny. "Joel doesn't look emo!"

'Yeah! You tell him, Johnny!' Joel thought.

"He just looks like someone who washed his clothes in a tar pit!"

'NO DON'T TELL HIM THAT!"

"Bwahahahaha!" Dave laughed loudly like a madman and fell to his knees, clutching his stomach like it was going out of style. "JOHNNY!" Joel yelled. Johnny started to laugh and, through his laughter, managed to sputter out "S-Sorry, Joel! I just couldn't resist it! Haha!"

Joel sighed angrily and turned away from Johnny, looking to the various creatures laying on the floor. It looked like some of them were starting to wake up, clearly awakened by Joel's shouting and Dave's laughing. Joel glanced back to Johnny. "What are these things?" he asked. "Oh, they're Pikmin, from the Pikmin games," said Johnny. 'Hold up, games?' Joel thought silently. "The red ones are Red Pikmin, the yellow ones are Yellow Pikmin, and, as you know, you're a Rock Pikmin."

Dave got up from the floor, starting to calm down with his laughing. "Ahah... Ah, you're teaching Joel about the kinds of Pikmin now?" he asked. "Yeah, Dave," replied Johnny, who then seemed to remember something. "...I just realized you've never gotten a chance to tell me about the other kinds of Pikmin besides Reds and Yellows."

"I haven't?" Dave asked, thinking. "...Oh yeah, I was starting to tell you about Blue Pikmin when that Sheargrub attacked me," he continued. "Well, tell me! Or rather, tell us," said Johnny.

"OK, well, Rock Pikmin are, of course, rocky. They're unable to be squashed and can only attack enemies by running into them, or at least that's the only way they can attack in Pikmin 3. I'm not sure when it's about actually being in this universe," Dave explained. "And speaking of Pikmin 3, there are also Winged Pikmin, which are small and pink. They're fragiler than other Pikmin types, but they're also more mobile. Mobiler? Anyway, they can fly high up to get to faraway places."

"And what about Blue Pikmin?" asked Johnny.

"Well, Blue Pikmin are able to breath underwater using gills. Or... is it a mouth? It was never really made clear... And I think it said in Pikmin 3 that they have gills on their cheeks, but maybe that means the inside of their cheek, like the side of the mouth? Well, that isn't really important anyway. Also, Blue Pikmin can swim, of course."

"Hey, wait, I don't really know about Red or Yellow Pikmin yet!" said Joel. "Ah, well, Red Pikmin are fireproof and Yellow Pikmin are shock-resistant," Dave explained.

"Are there any more types of Pikmin? There were seven flowers in that cave and all," Johnny asked.

"Oh yeah, there are Purple Pikmin, which are stronger and slower than other types, and White Pikmin, which are small and able to see underground treasure."

"Hm," Joel hummed in intrigue. "Johnny, didn't you say these things are from video games? How does that wor-"

"Hi!"

"AH!" Joel yelped and turned around again. Behind him was another Yellow Pikmin. It looked like Johnny, but it seemed a bit more... childish, more innocent.

"...Hi?" Joel said hesitantly.

The Yellow Pikmin pointed to itself. "I'm Amito," it said.

"Oh, hi, Amito," said Johnny. "...Huh...?" Joel uttered.

Johnny looked over to Joel. "It's Amito. It's just a normal Yellow Pikmin, not someone who used to be a human," he explained. "Uh, OK," said Joel.

Joel looked at Amito. "...Hi, Amito," he said hesitantly. He pointed at himself. "I'm Joel."

"Joel..." said Amito. It pointed to him. "Yer Joel."

"...Yeah," said Joel, "I'm Joel."

"Oh, cool," interjected Johnny. "Now you two know each other, kinda!" Joel turned to Johnny. "Yeah, I guess so." He looked around the room he was in. Many of the Pikmin that had been sleeping were getting up, some seeming to face each other and talk... about something. The room wasn't bright, but it was less dim than it was yesterday. The sun's light shone through the slightly transparent plant walls. Joel turned back to face Johnny.

"Just what is this thing we're in?" he asked. "This is the Onion," Johnny answered. "...This thing is called an Onion? Doesn't seem very oniony to me," said Joel. "Yeah, it's called an Onion. It's basically like a mobile home for Pikmin," replied Johnny. "And also, if an Onion is close to another Onion when they fly up for the night, the Onions will merge together. That's why we're here in one Onion instead of being in three individual Yellow, Red, and Rock Onions," he continued.

"Oh..." said Joel. "...so where are we now? Where has this Onion landed?"

Johnny shrugged. "Not sure," he said. "Probably somewhere near where we took off. Let's see." He walked over to one of the holes in the Onion's walls and crawled into it, and Joel followed. They crawled down, and soon found themselves blinded by the sunlight for a moment. As their eyes adjusted, they took a look around at their surroundings.

It was a large, grassy expanse, broken up by some sparse trees standing tall from the ground. The sky was a deep blue, transitioning to orange near the horizon where the rising sun sneakily shone from. In the west, a cave's mouth could be seen, looking quite small from the distance. Closer to the landing spot were a few odd flowers, around ten, each of which stood on tall stems and almost reached the Onion's bulb. Each of the flowers had an odd, thick pellet in the middle, each of which was colored either red, gray, and a few were even colored yellow. The pellets all had some white number on them, with the smaller pellets having '1' on them and larger ones having '5' on them.

"Looks like my guess was right," Johnny said as he stepped onto the ground. "This seems pretty close to where the Red and Yellow Onions took off." Joel followed Johnny outside onto the ground.

"What are these... flower things?" Joel asked. "Oh, these are Pellet Posies. They're called that because of the pellets in their flowers, of course," Johnny explained. "If you take one of the pellets and put it under the Onion, it will suck up the pellet and create Pikmin in the color of the pellet, I think."

"Oh, that reminds me of something," Joel interrupted. "I found the Rock Onion after instinctively carrying some bug's dead body to it, but I didn't get the chance to actually put the bug in there. It still made a sprout, though."

"Hm," Johnny hummed in intrigue. "That's interesting. A similar thing happened with me and the Yellow Onion! When I found it, it automatically made a single Yellow sprout."

"Huh," said Joel, looking over to a gray Pellet Posy. He felt oddly drawn to it, as though it were calling out to him. He instinctively took a step toward it, and another, and another, and he walked right up to it. He grabbed the long, green stem that the pellet flower stood upon, and started to climb up it.

Joel fell over onto his back after barely getting off the ground. "Agh!" he grunted. He stood back up and looked towards the Pellet Posy's pellet.

"You need some help with that?" asked Johnny. Joel turned to him and sighed, "Sure."

Johnny walked up to the gray Pellet Posy and firmly grasped onto it, and he climbed up the stem to the flower, and headbutted the flower from behind. "Yah!" he shouted as he smacked the flower with his face. After a few firm hits, the pellet fell from the flower, ripping the stem slightly and taking Johnny down with it. "Ugh!" Johnny fell ungracefully to the ground on his back, limbs spread out like he was doing jumping jacks. He sat up, rubbing his head slightly. "Ow..." he groaned.

Joel chuckled slightly. "Are you OK?" he asked, almost worried. "Ah, yeah, I'm fine..." replied Johnny, who then stood up and started to pick up the pellet. "Let's carry this," he said as he tilted it up.

Joel attempted to nod, but just ended up doing some sort of bow. "Alright." He walked up to the pellet and lifted up the other half, and walked with Johnny under the Onion. The pellet began to glow a light blue and floated up out of Joel and Johnny's hands, and it flew straight into the Onion's bottom hole, like a reversed video of a bullet being shot from a gun.

The Onion's bulb squeezed up as it shot out two gray sprouts that gently floated down to the ground and sunk into it like quicksand.

"Woah," said Joel in wonder.

Joel started to walk over to a sprout and reached a hand to it.

"Wait!"

Joel turned to Johnny. "Huh? Why?" he asked. "That Pikmin only has a leaf on its stem right now," Johnny responded. "So?" asked Joel. "So, that means it needs to stay in the ground for a bit. If you pluck it right away, it'll be weak and only have a leaf, like most of the Pikmin here. If you give it some time before plucking it, it'll have a bud on its stem like Dave and me, and Dave said that if it stays in the ground for a long while, it'll grow a flower!" Johnny explained.

"Oh," said Joel. He glanced to the sprout for a moment. "What do we do while we wait?" he asked.

Johnny shrugged, and said "I dunno."

"Hey guys!"

Johnny and Joel looked up and saw Dave's head popping out from the Onion. "Ah," uttered Johnny, "Hi, Dave."

Dave climbed down the Onion's leg. "Whatcha doing?" he asked. "Oh, nothing much," Johnny replied, "we just made a couple of Rock Pikmin, but that's it."

Dave glanced over to the Pikmin sprouts. "I see," he said flatly.

It was silent for a few seconds.

"This is a bit boring," said Johnny. "Let's do something."

"It's not very boring to me," Joel interjected, "This all is pretty new and exciting, honestly."

"Well, Johnny and I are a bit bored, so let's go do something!" exclaimed Dave.

"Like what?" asked Johnny.

Dave blinked. He looked up in thought, rubbing a 'hand' against his 'chin'. "Hmm..." His gaze seemed to lock onto Johnny's stem, specifically the bud on top.

"Let's try to get flowers on our stems. There must be some nectar around here," said Dave. "Huh?" Johnny and Joel uttered.

"Right, I haven't told either of you about this. Some kinds of grass in the Pikmin games let out sweet nectar when plucked, and if a Pikmin drinks the nectar, it will grow a flower," Dave explained.

"Oh, OK," said Johnny. "Sounds interesting," said Joel.

Dave turned away from the Onion and looked at the grass, whose tall veil of green was occasionally interrupted by a rainbow of Pellet Posies. He walked up to a razor-thin blade of grass and grabbed it firmly in his hands, then he ripped it out of the ground. Some clear, watery liquid dribbled out of the blade from where it was torn. "Aw, there's no nectar in this one," Dave said disappointedly. "Let's pluck another one," he continued.

Johnny walked next to Dave and looked around at the grass. A short, crowded cluster of grass close together caught his eye, and he walked to it. He gripped some strands of grass and pulled hard, and it tore effortlessly, with a thick, yellow liquid leaking from what little grass was still attached to the ground.

"Dave! I think I got it!" Johnny shouted excitedly. "Oh, really!?" Dave ran over to Johnny and looked at the yellow nectar. "Nice, you did!"

"Yeah! So, how do I drink it?" asked Johnny. "I don't know for sure, in the games it looked like the Pikmin just sorta leans in and absorbs the nectar," Dave replied.

Johnny gazed into the nectar. It was a round blob as tantalizingly yellow as gold, and it was so shiny that Johnny could clearly see his reflection in it. It was a bit weird seeing his reflection as a Yellow Pikmin, and for a second he felt he could sympathize with dogs who think their reflection is another, different dog. He reached out his right hand and dipped it into the nectar, and he felt it flow into his pores. The blob of nectar shrunk slightly, and a sweet, relaxing feeling rushed over Johnny's body and into his stem, and he felt his bud gently open up and become a flower, followed by a rush of energy. He shivered slightly, removing his hand from the nectar. "Woah... That felt good."

"Ooh," Dave uttered. "Now I'll try." He leaned down and dipped his nose into the nectar, poking it like a fork poking jello. Johnny saw Dave shiver slightly as the nectar flowed into his face and the bud on his stem unfurled into a white, five-petaled flower. Dave slowly stood back up and stood silently, looking up at his own stem. "Wow," he said softly.

Joel walked over to the two boys. "Cool," he said, slightly awestruck. Joel reached out his hands and dipped them into the yellow nectar, letting it get absorbed into the planty pores. His stem stood straight up, extending vertically like a TV antenna, and the leaf quickly folded up and in a split second seemed to quickly melt into a flower.

Joel took his hands out of the nectar, seeming to cringe slightly as he squinted his eyes.

"That felt so weird," he uttered.

"Really? I think it was alright," said Johnny.

"Nah, I think I can understand what Joel's talking about. That rocky body's pretty inflexible, so that would probably lead to some uncomfortability," replied Dave.

"Yeah, I think that's the problem. I feel like this weird new Pikmin body is just... stifling," said Joel.

"Huh," Johnny uttered. He then glanced over to the Onion, seeming to notice something. "Huh?"

Joel and Dave turned to also look at the Onion, and noticed a Yellow Pikmin coming out of the Onion, followed by another Pikmin, and another Pikmin, and another Pikmin.

There were four Pikmin, two red and two yellow, coming out from the Onion. "What're they doing?" asked Dave. "Maybe they're wondering what we're doing?" muttered Joel.

One of the Yellow Pikmin looked at Johnny, Dave, and Joel and waved its hand. "Hi!" it said.

"Hold up, that's Amito!" Johnny exclaimed. "Hi!" he said to the group, waving his hand.

"Hi!" Amito repeated, walking over to Johnny with the other three following.

Amito stopped in its tracks as it noticed the small blob of nectar on the ground, still shining a tantalizing yellow. Amito ran to the nectar and immediately fell face-first into it, splashing nectar everywhere around it. "Woah!" Johnny yelled, shielding his face from a wave of the yellow liquid.

What nectar still was under Amito quickly flowed into its pores, and Amito's leaf quickly became a flower as it stood up and twirled excitedly.

The other three Pikmin that were following Amito all made a disappointed sound in unison, sounding like an "Aww...!"

Amito turned to the group and shrugged slightly, making a somewhat apologetic hum.

"Wow, greedy Amito!" Johnny scolded half-seriously. Amito turned to Johnny and made the same sorry sound again, before it caught its own attention with its stem. "Hm?" it hummed in interest, looking at the bottom of its flower.

Johnny sighed slightly and pointed to the tip of Amito's stem. "You grew a flower," he said. "Flower."

"Fower?" Amito repeated.

"Flower," Johnny corrected.

"Flower," Amito said curiously.

"Oh, now we know the word 'flower'! What an accomplishment!" Joel interrupted. Johnny turned to him. "Why so impatient? This actually went pretty fast, at least compared to other times I taught Amito words," he said irritatedly. "I'm just making conversation~," Joel replied sarcastically.

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey there! Sorry that this ending was so abrupt again. I couldn't really think of anything more to add, and I'm also a lazy piece of crap... Anyways, how about Christmas? I'm really excited for it, especially since it's finally December. I just feel like it's a bit inappropriate to get super excited for Christmas before it's even December, which is what my family's been doing. We even already have a Christmas tree up! It's artificial, so at least it will last to Christmas. Also, you might already know that this fanfic takes inspiration from other ones such as the perpetually unfinished True Colours or the equally unfinished Life as a Pikmin, and you may also notice that they're both long-abandoned, and that's partly why I'm making this, since I really like the idea of being flung into another world and trying to get back home and am disappointed that there aren't many good fanfics like that. Please review this, and thank you for reading!)