A/N: Thanks for the support. Although I have no Idea how many people are actually reading, as the reviews and views are such a different amount, come on people, don't be afraid, and review! I take suggestions into account! Now that I got that out of the way. . .

Bdun, don't challenge me on biology terms. I am a master of biological knowledge. Muahahahahaaha! You WILL fear my bio prowess! Mua Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha. . . cough. . . ha, herf. . . herg. . . GASP Wow. I just noticed if you put an asterisk before and after a word without a space in Microsoft Word it bolds it as an AutoCorrect. Anyway. . . Actually, as for the Whiskerpillar, I was thinking it was a harmless but. . . one would never expect it. . . Hah! Wait. . . now YOU know. . . . I will have to throw in some surprises. And yes, I was thinking non bulbmin-esque things too. Hmm. . . . I overdid the evil laugh earlier, but I learned a feature, wow, nifty! Oh no. Did I just say nifty? No! Hmm. . . From now on I will also be only updating every time a few reviews go on, or if I feel like it. Anyway. . .

Pikmin in Hyrule, from your profile you are EXACTLY like my friend Maggie, only you seem less random. . . do I know you from somewhere though, I have heard somebody who sounds just like your speaking style before. . . nah. . . wait. . . are you me from an alternate dimension where cheese is flying through the air and my house is actually a Tardis from Dr. who? Or are you my friend from an alternate dimension that smells like a bat's wings that can not be anti-green in platypuses at the free zoo and carnival where people like to jump to conclusions bit sometimes fall off? Helium is fun? Why did I just say that? Pigmy is a very funny word. . . Waiaum! I am on a crazy rampage!

Okaaaaaaaaaaaay. . . back to the story...

"Where are we going, anyway?" Pach asked after a while of walking with Olimar.

"To emergence cave, the underground cave area where I first encountered purple Pikmin, the ones who have higher muscle mass and therefore weight and strength, and violet candypop buds, which turned other Pikmin into said purples through a complex process that I have not yet figured out. I am wondering how it is after the surface's change in temperature. I have to see changes, plus I wish to get some purple Pikmin, if the buds are back, I know they take a long time to grow back in Emergence Cave, because after I got twenty or so purples, the beautiful buds were not there anymore." Replied Olimar nonchalantly, as if the mouthful he had just said was but a tiny tidbit of knowledge.

Pach nodded. "I have some knowledge on the candypop you may find useful, Doctor."

Olimar barely heard her. They were almost at Emergence Cave's area, having gotten to the gargantuan bars which had previously been the sides of a root gate which Louie had destroyed. Funny thing was Olimar had destroyed a gate in the same place last time he was here. Right through those pillars was where Louie saw the different Puffstool, which Olimar had now dubbed Puffstool Sporeling, because it was much smaller.

Olimar stood there for some time, just watching the grass, the trees, everything, listening to the wind, waiting for some sign of the Sporeling, or maybe he was waiting to make sure he was safe.

"Hello? Pach to Dr. Olimar, come in Dr. Olimar!"

His train of thought was broken by Pach. The silence was unbearable to her, so she had to make the comment. She had been waiting for a response to her offer to share information with the researcher, but now also curious why they were waiting there.

Olimar blinked, and sort of looked at her, not as he had ever looked at a Pikmin since the first one he ever saw. He then realized she had been on the planet all her life, she must know more about the wildlife, and even about other Pikmin types. He should try to get on her good side for another reason, too, unlike other Pikmin, she seemed to not have to blindly follow orders Olimar gave. She could think, she could say no, she could talk his language. . . All this raced through his head as he wondered how to say this question he HAD to ask, in a polite way. He decided that maybe he would approach the topic gingerly. Get to know her first.

"What information do you have on candypop flowers?" he finally asked, figuring that accepting her help would be a great way to develop a relationship. That and he was a researcher, and needed all the data he could get.

"Well, you call them candypop flowers, but my race call them Ah-Lau-oh-ough, in our language meaning 'Life Flyers'. They start out as a single bulb underground and slowly develop a flower. We send Pikmin who volunteer into it and it closes, releasing seeds of a different color. Now, the strange thing is, the Pikmin that come out are not the same Pikmin who went in, they are completely new Pikmin, and the ones we send in come out of the bulb when the Surfacing occurs, but as different colors. The flowers only let five Pikmin in each time, then they go underground to the bulb and gather more nutrients, surfacing later. Once twenty total have gone into the flowers, they do not resurface as Ah-Lau-oh-ough, but will wait one season to do the Surfacing. That is, with the exception of the multicolored 'Luh-Augh-Eau', which never do the surfacing, but take in one Pikmin at a time and send out five to ten of the color the spots were when the Pikmin went in. The Pikmin that go into that one are never seen again." The pink Pikmin said this, starting out slowly for Olimar to understand without having to repeat it again, but realizing he had the camera and microphone on, she sped up, knowing he could review it later.

The red astronaut listened and nodded as she went through this speech. When she had finished, he noticed she seemed bothered at the end, but not wanting to bring it up, said something else instead.

"What is this, um. . . Surfacing. . . thing you mentioned?" he asked, hoping to bring her mind off of whatever it was bothering her.

"Well, after twenty Pikmin have been released, the bulb rises from the ground and has the flower on top, used as a propeller, but much smaller. This bulb is what you would call the Onion, its roots becoming the stilts and the Pikmin who were taken by it that last season come out, but are now the same color as the ones who came out as seeds from it. They remember all their life, even as the other color before they were thrown in. The thing is though, they usually have trouble remembering how much time passed while they were in the Onion. They sometimes die as they come out, having not done the Light Absorption in so long, having not enough energy." She looked sad at this point, but then continued.

"If they do not die they become that pod's Elders. When the 'Onions' as you call them fully mature the leaf on top turns white and can be used to lift the pod into the air, if they ride an upwind they can even make it into the atmosphere. The ones that went with you took the upwind of your metal home to fly farther with you. Pikmin born from an pod have a special connection with it, usully going mad with grief if their pod is destroyed. When a pod is destroyed, though, it usually leaves behind a bulb that gets buried and becomes a new one in time. Sometimes, though, a bulb. . . isn't what is left behind. . . and that species of Pikmin is extinct, as mine now is. I am the last one. . . " She finished sullenly.

Olimar was speechless, he wanted to comfort her, but he had no clue how. Noticing that the day was almost over, he suddenly did something completely crazy. He picked her up and started to walk to the ship with her in his arms.

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