CHAPTER 7- THE CALL
Bob, Brian and Joe were woken up by a phone call. Joe was right next to the phone and was instantly woken up. He grabbed the phone and literally smashed it against the floor. He went back to sleep.
Later, someone knocked on the door and opened it. A Level 3 Hungry Soldier stepped in and woke the three up.
"Wake up. Training today again, in five minutes, with the Level 12 Fruit Soldier #322."
"Is that the same fag from yesterday?"
"Yes. Oh, and by the way, you're gonna have to pay for that phone."
"Don't worry about the phone, your mom will take care of it."
"YOU HURT MY FEELINGS!"
The Level 3 Hungry Soldier started crying and went out the door, screaming.
"Weird..."
The three stood up and walked out the door and out the building. They went in the training building and got it while everyone else was already jogging. The Yellow fag noticed them walking in late and started taking large steps towards them.
"Now he's gonna get mad at us and make us do like, 1000 push-ups."
The Yellow fag got to them and started doing what he was best at.
"YOU ARE LATE! GET DOWN AND GIMME 100 PUSHUPS!"
"OK man, how about you put a dot after the second zero and we'll do that many push-ups and then get with the rest of the group. That OK, fruit?"
"YOU DO THAT!"
And after the three did 10 push-ups, they started jogging with the rest of the group. Everyone was chatting in low voices.
"Hey, what lap is this?"
"I think it's the 10th, i dunno, ask the others."
"It's the 12th."
"No, the 7th."
"Oh god..."
Then, suddenly, a loud warning siren went off. The Yellow fag instantly whistled and told everybody to run to him. Everybody did that, and the Yellow fag started screaming again.
"OK, THAT SIREN MEANS THAT WE NEED MORE SOLDIERS AT OUR CURRENT WAR! YOU WILL BE TAKEN TO PIKSICO AND WILL FIGHT AGAINST THE FOG! YOU READY?"
"YEAH!"
"Noo..."
The Yellow fag went out of the building and everybody followed him. He lead them to another large building and opened the door. It was another one of those 1-room buildings. There were more Pikmin sitting on chairs, and they seemed pretty important, as they all had badges on their chests. The Yellow fag sat down and signaled everybody else to sit on the floor. Then the Yellow started talking to the others. Some overheard the conversation.
"So these are the 1000 Level 1s?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great. Send them to Piksico now."
"Which weapons should they carry, sir?"
"Get them a Flame-thrower, a Homing-Flame, and a Fire Arrow and Bow each. Get them on a Puffy Blowhog this instant."
"Yes, sir."
The Yellow fag bowed down in front of the Pikmin he was talking to and then got out of the building with everybody following him. He walked over to a large plateau full of flying creatures on it. There were Pikmin of all sorts of colors. Blues, Reds, Yellows, Light Blues, Golds, and more. They were on Unmarked Spectralids, Blowhogs, Jellyfloats, and many more creatures. The Yellow fag directed them near a Puffy Blowhog and told them to climb on it. They did that and sat down in between the spikes that ran across the back of the creature. It was pretty uncomfortable.
"READY?"
"YEAH! BUT CHECK ONE MORE TIME, JUST TO MAKE SURE!"
The Yellow fag was talking to a Blue Pikmin far away.
"THERE'S 10,000 REDS! 2,000 ARE LEVEL 1S, 5,000 LEVEL 2S AND 3,000 LEVEL 3S!"
"SAME WITH YELLOWS!"
"AND BLUES!"
"5,000 LEVEL 3 LIGHT BLUES!"
"10,000 LEVEL 4 GOLDS!"
"OK, EVERYTHING IS PERFECT! GET READY EVERYBODY!"
Almost nobody heard that and all the flying creatures lifted up and hovered in the air. A few seconds later, the creatures started flying away.
While flying through the clouds, Brian noticed that there were the weapons next to everybody. He grabbed the Fire Arrow and the Bow.
"Nice! This thing is cool!"
"I wonder how it works, though. It's not like a regular bow. Bah, who cares..."
LATER
There were no problems this time and everybody landed and got out of the creature's back. They grabbed their weapons and followed the Yellow fag. The Yellow fag was following another leader, which was a Red. Every single Pikmin (45,000) was now going into a short but flat building. And guess what? You guessed it, another 1-room building. EVERYBODY sat down on the ground, while the leaders were on chairs. There was a microphone in front of each chair. Then one of the leaders spoke into it.
"Everybody listen."
Silence.
"Good. You will soon start walking, with your weapons, near the point in which a battle is going on now. There you will fight against the FOG to defend our last fortress. It is penetrable, and we will need to do anything to prevent that. If this fortress is taken, there will be no more forces here in Piksico, and the land will be conquered by our enemies. If they do that, they will go for Alaska, where the Red Pikmin's main base is now. We'll give you a break now while we get organized and get the needed material for you all. You guys just have to sit down and hold on to the weapons you're holding. Let's go through the weapon check."
"LEVEL 1 REDS! YOU SHOULD HAVE A FLAMING ARROW AND BOW, A FLAME-THROWER, AND A HOMING-FLAME! IF YOU DON'T, RAISE YOUR HAND NOW!"
Nobody raised their hand.
"LEVEL 2 REDS! SAME THING!"
"LEVEL 3 REDS! SAME, ALONG WITH THE PLASMA MINE!"
"Reds, please stand up and walk out of this building. You will meet the leader that will guide you through the walk to the fortress."
The reds stood up. Everybody was now talking to each other and they all got out of the building to meet their new leader.
"OH NO!"
The one that was gonna lead the Pikmin for the walk was... The Yellow fag.
"EVERYBODY READY? GIMME 10.0 PUSH-UPS NOW!"
"Oh my god, he really did put that dot after the first zero..."
And everyone did 10 push-ups. They were soon gonna go for the walk... but it was not gonna be just a normal walk.
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