"And so I said, oh really. And she said 'Yes really.' " Doof continued.
*Squeal.* Is he ever going to stop?
*Nrrrrk.* Probably not.
'I'm a little wrapped up at the moment. I don't own anything that I don't own.'
(Adyson POV)
I was there instantly. When I heard Smiles might have been killed, I nearly died inside. But he could be alive. He must be. Everyone was watching the screen. On it there was a spacemen plucking flowers from the ground, and the flowers followed him around. They then started pushing a cardboard box. It was a wierd game. Perhaps it was Smiles's game? Yeah, that was probably it. Turning my attention away from the game, I search the crowds for Phineas. Instead, I see Dr. Doofenshmirtz conversing with a little girl. That's it! Doofenshmirtz rigged the machine to shoot Smiles! That must be it! I charge, intent on taking him down.
"-by Telematus." The little girl was saying.
"I refuse to believe that a person could lift things with their- OOF!" He yelled, as my foot connected with his face. He was on the ground before he knew what hit him, and I had his lab coat balled in my hands.
"What- did- you- do." I say slowly.
"Oh sure. Whenever something goes wrong, everyone blames the evil scientist." Doof said angrily. I was wrenched off of the evil bastard, flailing and screaming.
"Ady! Ady! Calm down! What happened happened. Just let it go. He's probably alive." Isabella said, trying to keep me off of him, along with the rest of Troop 46321. No! I have to blame someone!
"Bring him back! Bring him back!" I sob, trying to keep tears from my eyes.
"Phineas is working on it right now." Gretchen said, pushing pulling my left arm back. I go limp. What else could I do?
"Well, I have good news, and bad news." Phineas said, coming up to us, wiping his hands with a rag. He gave a quick kiss on the lips to Isabella before continuing. "We know that Smiles, and another person were taken into the game, and are indeed alive. However, there is no way to even make contact with them at the moment, let alone pull them out. Ferb and I are doing are best-" He is stopped as I wrenched him into the air.
"You can go through space, time, and dimensions." I say slowly. "And you can't pull two people out of a videogame."
"It isn't that easy." A new voice called. Everyone froze. Suzy's phone vibrated, and everyone ducked, fearing a second wave of energy. The phone floated in the air, flipping open by itself, and out popped... people? They sort of looked The first to hit the ground was a girl, with a faded-blue-grey victorian dress. After her shot one of those scythes, like the ones they used for farming way back when, landing comically on top of her head, blunt side down.
"Ow." She said sadly. She gets up, brushing the grass from her dress, and then leaned over and picked up the scythe. The next out was a kid with a backpack that appeared to be stuffed to capacity came out, landing next to the girl. The third out had unnatural white hair, belly-flopping onto the ground.
"That's it. I'm drained." He said, his lids tightly closed. Clouds, came from the horizon, covered the sky in a matter of seconds of the strangers' arrival.
(Smiles' POV)
I was the Pikmin expert. But I never remembered this. I stared glumly at the sprout in the water. I knew that today would last until Olimar got his engine back, but I just don't get it. Purple. Much like my hair, maybe a few shades darker. A purple onion. And thus, a purple pikmin. Of course, that is impossible. There is no such thing as a purple onion. Yet, right before my eyes, there it was.
I pluck the pikmin. Grabbed it by its pink flower and pull its fat body to the shore. That wasn't an insult. This pikmin was 'stocky' as the Research Pod put it, the equivalent to ten regular pikmin. It could lift ten times that of a normal pikmin, and weighed ten times as much. However, they near-instantly drown, and they have slow carrying speeds, so you usually accompany purple pikmin with white pikmin. Purples are overpowered, so they are limited to five-pikmin candypop bud flowers, the only way to get purple pikmin... until now.
Once we got safetly back on land, I just stared at the pikmin. I won't be able to prograte the species today. The day that I could probably do the best in prograting the species. I started slamming my head against the wall. I do this for a full minute, until I heard pained squeals. I turn over to see the purple doing the same thing that I was doing just a second ago, yelping in pain after every time. I quickly grab its head to stop it. All pikmin are cute in their own way. Purples were baby-like cute. You know, they were baby-shaped. Sort of pudgy with those big eyes. Anyway, I guess all I could do at this point, was wait. The purple stared at me, curious.
"Hey. How are you doing?"
"Fine."
"..."
(Olimar's POV)
25 flower pikmin. After glancing thoroughly through the entire area, and after realizing that the stone wall couldn't be broken by red pikmin, I've decided that I found all of them. With a special whistle command, I commanded the pikmin walked over an picked up the engine and started walking to my downed craft.
The Dolphin immediately sucked it up, flipping right side up, and with the engine, it repaired some of the minor damages. I couldn't help it. I did a little dance right there. I chuckled as I watched the pikmin try to do the same, but ended up tripping over their own feet. It was getting late, as if time stood still until I got my engine. The pikmin ran back to their Onions. I took out my journal as the ship started up. I glane out of my canopy, and freeze in surprise. The Onion was lifting off with me. I take out my journal and make a few comments on the Onion. I think for a second as I pass over a forest. Write about it.
What had happened to the stowaways on my ship? I'll search for them as well. It appears that they weren't at the crash site, but I assume that they are still alive. I don't know who they are, but you never leave a person in need. I just hope they found a way to get off of the planet's surface, or a nice place to hide. I'll search for them tomorrow as well.
Phineas gasps in surprise. The other kids turned to him.
"That wasn't in the original game!" Phineas fists pumps. "They're alive, I just know it!" But the next thing took the cake.
I am Smiles Garcia-Shapiro. Olimar has a journal that he uses to communicate with the player, so I guess that I could at least try. If this actually reaches anybody, I am fine. I have managed to successfully life off from the planet's surface by hanging onto an Onion that I have found in the Forest Navel.
"He's got the Blue Onion!" Phineas yelled. He did another fist pump, very unlike him. "He probably has fifty pikmin!"The computer made a new page. The clicking continued.
Unlike what I originally hoped, instead of finding a Blue Onion in the pool, there was a Purple Onion. This makes no sense, but it is there. I couldn't exactly make more Pikmin, because it was in the middle of the pool. I barely was able to save the pikmin that I had with me by throwing it at one of the legs of the Onion, which worked pretty well. I hope I make it through the night. The suit works in the amosphere, but I am scared of what will happen after the Onion enters the atmosphere. So... if I don't make it. Adyson, besides Ferb and Isabella, you were one of the only people to actually treat me like I had feelings. I love you. With all my heart. The page is turned to a new one, and slowly a heart is formed. Two letters in the middle. S+A.
"Awww." A collective cry came from all of the girls. Everyone went back to talking, until once again the screen started scrolling.
Dear Diary,
I don't know what happened. All I remember is that lightning strike. The next thing I know, I am stuck in a forest, a bright forest. I know that I am no longer in Gloomsville. I hope I live through the night. It really is hard to write with only one hand. My right arm is currently pinned under a machine with a whirring radar, it is actually getting a little annoying. Well, my arm is getting tired, so that's all.
Love,
Ruby Gloom
"Ruby!" Misery yelled. She was about to run up to the machine when Telematus's hand appeared on her shoulder.
"With your luck, the machine would explode. We wouldn't want that, would we?"
"But... I have to do something."
"How do you think we feel? They took our powers with them." Telematus replied.
"Who are you, exactly?" Doofenshmirtz asked, stepping forward. Good question. Dante's eye piece, the only thing that still had power, dropped over his eye.
"Ah yes. Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Age 47. You are a mad- no wait. Evil scientist. Your nemesis is Perry the Platypus. You are currently divorced an have one daughter, and until quite recently the leader of L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N."
"Wow. H-How'd you know that? Wait. What do you mean I'm not the leader?" Doof asked, obviously upset.
"I'm Dante Poulsen. Age: 13. I guess you could call me a know-it-all." Dante replied, shaking his hand, ignoring the last question. He then turns to the machine. "Hmm... it appears that the machine was zapped by a large amount of our energy. Hmm... note: Never combine magic and machine." Phineas shakes Dante's hand, surprised when Dante said his name and age, with only an eyepiece to go off of. Telematus shook his hand next, while standing on three of his fingers on his right hand. Phineas then turned to Misery, hand extended.
I'm not going to shake your hand." Phineas withdrew his hand. Just as a bolt of lightning struck her on the head, causing her hair to frizz out and her to be caked in soot. "And, that's why."
"Someone isn't concentrating." Telematus said in a sing-song voice.
"Shut up Psyho-brain."
"Make me, Lightning-rod."
"Oh I will." Misery replied, pulling the scythe in front of her. Phineas ran forward and snatched the scythe from her hands before she knew what happened. It immediately sank into the ground, pinning Phineas's hands.
"Wha- What the? This thing weighs a ton!" The entire Fireside Girls squad gathered around, trying to lift the scythe from the ground. It didn't even budge. Misery shoved them aside, and hoisted the scythe out with one hand, swinging it onto her shoulder. "Y-Your not human." Phineas said, his face turning white.
"What was your first guess? The Million-Ton Scythe, or the eyes?" Telematus snickered.
"For once, would you two just shut up! I don't care if you're opposites! I want quiet!" Dante yelled, slamming a shoe on the ground, sending a slight shock wave through everyone.
And that ends this chapter. Stay tuned! ~Lichylichy.
