A/N: This was actually the first of my two fanfics that I ever wrote. The other, "We are all so very doomed" is in FFCC. This…is actually one I'm not too proud of…but here goes…
Disclaimer: I do not own Pikmin! There! You happy, game designers? …Of course your happy, your always high…
Chapter 1: Nightfall
18:00 – The last whistle of the day sounded ordering all of us pikmin to go to our "onions" as our leader, Olimar, called them. Purples and my fellow whites go to the vessel that Olimar came in, because we don't have "onions". I had tripped and fallen over a rock on our way back to base and fell behind. Still lying on the ground, I watched in horror as all four crafts lifted into the sky with a roar, leaving me behind with my impending doom at hand.
None of us have ever survived being left behind at nightfall. Ever since the first one was left, I have kept a tally…fourteen reds, eight yellows, ten blues, four purples and two…sigh…make that three whites have died by being forgotten over the course of forty two days. I don't want to die. I am really quite the coward, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Sometimes, I'd stumble or stop to catch my breath on purpose so I wouldn't have to fight monsters.
It's a strange feeling…knowing your going to die, and being a coward doesn't help. Shivering in the cold, I waited for something to happen. I heard a rustling in the bushes nearby…or maybe it was just the wind? Either way, I was terrified! Standing as still as possible, I saw a small, shadowy figure emerging from the brush, and small by our standards is pretty small, for are usually the smallest creatures around. As it stared at me I started to back away slowly, until…
A horrifying sound struck my ears; a loud, high pitched barking that came from behind me. I jumped about as high as a yellow pikmin (they are the best jumpers I know) in shock. Five. There were five of them. Five drooling, red-with-white-spots backed, stalk eyed, hungry creatures known as "dwarf bulborbs" were barking, ready to devour me. "Dwarf" isn't necessarily the word a pikmin would use, for they are twice our height and five times our weight. However, they appeared dwarfed by what was behind them. Two "red bulborbs" were behind them. They were identical, except for the fact that they were ten times bigger than the "dwarf" ones. Usually, when we come across one, they are fast asleep. Unfortunately for me, they are nocturnal, so they were all wide awake and drooling at the sight of a tasty morsel.
I screamed bloody murder as they advanced. Arms flailing, I ran in the opposite direction, into the bushes. I think I'll take my chances with the creature I saw earlier.
Just before I reached it though, my foot hit air. I went tumbling down a small hole and landed with a thud on the damp, earthen floor. When I looked around, I saw that I was in a fairly sizable tunnel. There were two passages; one that lead left, and one that lead right. Since a faint rumbling was coming from the right, I took left out of cowardness. I couldn't stay where I was, because it was now raining bulborb saliva due to the fact that all seven of them tried to come down the hole after me at once.
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