Chapter 2: Snargrets den
19:00 – I followed the cave for about an hour until I came to a fork in the road. Since I had inferred vision, I could see that the left tunnel was empty, while a few feet into the right tunnel was an enormous, golden beak that was opening and closing and squawking angrily. It dawned on me. This was a snargret's burrow. These giant creatures were half bird and half snake. They usually popped out of the ground when they sensed movement overhead, and devoured whatever it was, usually a pikmin…
There was a loud banging sound coming from behind it, as if it were flailing. I chuckled to myself a bit. Can you imagine that? A snargret stuck in its own burrow! Ha-ha! I took the left road. About fifteen steps in, I smelled something familiar. Fresh air! Running at top speed, in high hopes, I certainly wasn't expecting what happened next.
A small twig broke under my weight. The cracking sounded much louder than it should have in the echoing cave. I stopped dead. Silence…a second passed…two seconds…three seconds. Finally, a tremendous crashing noise and the sound of rock breaking free, along with a rumbling and a loud squawking echoed across the previously silent cave. It had broken free and was chasing after the intruder in its home: me.
Even with my quick agility, I was no match for the blinding speed of that hideous snake-bird. Open beaked and speedily slithering its way toward me, there seemed no escape. Suddenly, there was a steep incline in the tunnel and I saw moonlight. My first mistake was stopping, but my second was forgetting about what chased me; thinking that it was over. The snargret burst out of the ground with such force, that I almost went flying strait into space. Spotting me, it opened its beak and struck at me, missing by about an inch. Seeing this opportunity, I grabbed the end of its beak and held on as I was swept upward. I was flung onto the snargret's face, my head being directly in line with its giant, yellow eye. Its pupil narrowed in disgust and it ruffled its blue and silver feathers. Staring it down wasn't going to help; I had to make it go away!
Pikmin usually fight with the stems on their heads, but this was an exception. I jammed my fist into its eyeball. Deep red blood sprayed all over me, making me look more like a red pikmin than a white one. The snargret wailed in pain and recoiled by flinging me into the air.
Landing on some sharp rocks, I painfully looked up to see the snargret diving back into the ground, never to be seen again. I glanced at my shoulder. Green-white blood oozed out o a gash down it. Lightning-bolt pain shot up arm. Barely able to crawl, I got a look at my surroundings.
I was lying at the edge of a small lake. Colossal flowers and branches surrounded this moonlit beauty of a lake. Many small, red eyes stared at me from the middle of it. Wollywogs I thought to myself. I was glad I was too far away for them to hop all over me.
Faint footsteps sounded to my left. I turned to see a shadowy outline of a small creature; the same one I saw earlier. It slowly walked toward where I lay. I cowered in fear. After all I've been through, apparently, this was how I will die.
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