CHAPTER 5- THE FIRST CASUALTIES

Voice- Your 25 minutes are over. Please either proceed onto the next room or exit on your right.

The three wanted to leave and just become Level 1 Soldiers so that's what they did. They opened the door on the right and went through it. They found themselves on an elevator that brought them downstairs.

"Elevator in an Onion! WOW!"

They arrived at floor 2 and were greeted by a red Pikmin screaming at them at the top of their lungs. The Pikmin had a '7' written on a badge on his chest. It was probably a sign that it was a Level 7 Soldier.

"LEVEL ONE SOLDIERS FOLLOW ME IMMEDIATELY! GHAA! AAAH! MWUAHAHAHA!"

"OK..."

They were in a room with about 100 other reds who were now following the Level 7 Soldier. He walked in another room with everyone following him and stopped in the center of it. The room was huge and empty except for a door with a label. It said, 'EXIT'.

"YOU ARE ALL LEVEL 1 SOLDIERS! YOU ARE ASSIGNED TO GO TO PIKSICO AND FIGHT FOR THE YELLOW PIKMIN! YOU ARE GONNA FIGHT UNTIL YOU WIN OR LOSE! BUT I WANT YOU TO WIN! NO HOLDING BACK! RISK YOUR LIFE LIKE I DID MANY TIMES BEFORE! NOW GET OUT THERE AND GET ON THOSE FUCKING UNMARKED FUCKERS!"

"Those what, sir...?"

"THOSE FUCKING UNMARKED SPECTRALIDS! GET ON THOSE THINGS AND THEY WILL BRING YOU TO OUR BASE AT PIKSICO! GET OUT THERE, WIMPS! AND FIGHT! FIGHT! NIGHT! KNIGHT! GHAAA! MWUAHAHAHA!"

The Level 7 Soldier's face turned dark red. He looked hella dumb and was now pointing at the door with the label on it and he was showing his big, mean, black teeth. Everyone in the room except for that fag got out through the door.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Outside were about a million Golden Unmarked Spectralids that were neatly arranged in lines. Many reds were already on them.

"I have never seen anything like this ever before..."

Bob, Joe, and Brian walked up to three Unmarked Spectralids and got on them.

An hour later...

Finally, every Level 1 Soldier was on every Unmarked Spectralid and everyone was ready to go. Joe even fell asleep after farting a couple of times. OK, that was random.

"READY TO GO!"

A red Pikmin wearing a rainbow-colored hat (he was probably a Level Fruit Soldier) took out a whistle and whistled. Dude, what else do you want to do with a whistle other than whistle? So shut up. The whistle was really loud and it woke up everyone. Joe woke up.

"What? We're still here? THOSE BITCHES! COME ON, YOU IDIOTS!"

Everyone heard him and turned to face him. Joe didn't mind.

"YEAH, YOU HEARD ME! YOU PEOPLE WHO ARRANGED THIS MEETING ARE IDIOTS! I MEAN, WE ALL KNOW THE CAR EXPLODED ON THE ROOF OF YOUR MOM'S TOILET PAPER!"

"Um, Joe? This is not your dream, this is the real life."

"... Oh. SORRY EVERYONE, I THOUGHT WE WERE STANDING ON YOU GUYS' MOM'S TOILET'S-"

"That's enough, brother."

"OK."

Everyone resumed doing what they were doing when suddenly all of the Spectralids started flapping their wings.

"YOU'RE ABOUT TO GO! THE SPECTRALIDS WILL TAKE YOU TO YOUR DESTINATION WITHOUT YOU EVEN NEEDING TO DO ANYTHING! THE SKYES ARE FULL OF DARK CLOUDS SO YOU -SHOULD- NOT SEE ANY ENEMIES! GO GO GO!"

The Golden Unmarked Spectralids (GUS) started hovering and then started flying West. They were going at about 100 mph and were about 1000 feet from the ground. Everything appeared like ants down there.

"Come on, can't these things go a bit quicker?"

Joe was mad. The Level Fruit Soldier woke him up, he embarrassed himself in front of thousands of Pikmin, and now these GUS were flying as slow as slugs. Wait, slugs don't fly. Whatever.

Everything was going good. No signs of enemies, and there was not much wind so nobody was cold. Some reds even fell asleep. Everything was going fine... fine...

... Until they heard a loud 'BAM'. Everyone woke up and looked at the direction the sound came from. On the ground was a big base and a big machine that was shooting at them. Another 'BAM' and this time the machine shot a large missile. The reds started screaming and panicking. They didn't know what to do. Some hit their GUS and told them to fly away. The missile drew nearer and hit a GUS. About a dozed GUS got hit by the blast. Those reds fell, screaming. It was about 1000 feet in the air so there was no way they could survive. Another missile. Now almost everyone was hitting their rides and telling them to fly away.

"FUCK YOU BITCH MOVE AWAY! MOVE AWAY, I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

Another missile. The GUS just noticed that a machine from down there was shooting at them so this time they all dodged the missile, but some GUS moved too wildly trying to dodge the missile that some reds fell off, towards death. Finally they went through dark clouds and the machine was gone. Everyone calmed down.

"Joe, Bob, you guys still there?"

"Yes..."

"HELL YES!"

"Why did you think they shot at us?"

"Dude, think. Those were our enemies. Probably the FOG that knew that we were gonna fly away today. How many deaths...?"

"That was scary..."

"I know..."

Everyone was calmer now and some fell asleep again. Luckily, for the next 2 hours of flight, they did not meet any enemies or stuff that might create a problem.

They finally arrived. The GUS started descending and got out of the clouds. Below them was a large base and lots of buildings. There was a red Onion and a yellow Onion. The GUS lowered and lowered until they went in the area of the base and everyone got out.

"RED LEVEL ONE SOLDIERS FOLLOW ME!"

A yellow Pikmin wearing a rainbow hat AND shoes raised his hand, signaling everyone to follow him.

"Why is every big Pikmin in this world so fruity?"

"I know!"

All the reds followed the yellow into a long, flat building. Inside was the largest room ever. The whole building was just one room. It looked like... a gym. The yellow spoke out.

"You and 99,000 other red Pikmin will fight with us yellows and defeat the FOG! If we do not defeat the FOG, they will take over our land! You will be training in this building for 10 hours every day,"

Everyone started speaking out at once.

"SILENCE, FAGS!"

Silence.

"Until we will call you and assign you a mission. You will have to work hard every day. We do not want you to out there as thin as a toothpick and as weak as that guy over there!"

He pointed to a random, small, weak, nerdy-looking Pikmin that was picking his nose.

"UNDERSTAND? START TRAINING NOW, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO! TWENTY LAPS AROUND THE GYM, NOW!"

"That sure is a good start. What next?"

Find out in the next chapter. :P KirbyXtreme is here to remind you to REVIEW THIS FANFIC!