"So where is Ruby going?" Doof asks. There are confused murmers. "Does anybody even know what happened?" There were many head shakes. "Hey! Lichylichy! We're a little confused! Who was that girl that talked with Smiles about brain washing? Why did he change Puffstool into an Onion? Why was Ruby captured?"
'I'm not telling.' The four guest stars charge at the author. The author types quickly, causing three burrowing snagrets to appear between the author and the co-stars.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Ruby Gloom, Pikmin, or Phineas and Ferb. They are just awesome! Anyway, anything that sounds unfamiliar, is probably mine. Also, all of the distances are to scale as if Olimar was human sized.
"Alright! It's noon, so we better step it up... though we do have two ship parts today... I still want to get another one! Maybe we could even get two!" Smiles thought aloud, as the two walked back to the onion, guaring the pikmin in case Puffion were to try to attack them while they were working. They passed by the bridge where Ruby was working, only to find her pikmin working. Confused, he called the pikmin to his side with a shrill blast of one of the harmonica's high notes. Said pikmin barely dodged a bomb-rock as it went flying over the pikmin and blowing up harmlessly on the bridge. This might be a little harder than initially thought...
"I'm going to take the purples and go kill some Rocky Blowhogs. You keep watching the pikmin." Olimar nodded, taking the reds that almost got blown up minutes ago, and began walking them back to base. Smiles took the remainder of the purple pikmin with him. Now that he knew what he was dealing with, he wasn't going to lose easily. And easily, he didn't.
The blowhogs fell one by one. However, Smiles forgot one thing. And he didn't forget it for long, cause something long and grey shot out of the water, wrapped around three purples, and then disappeared with the purples, back underwater. It wasn't a very big pool, just big enough for pikmin to drown. Of course, that was just enough. Three purple ghosts floated from the surface... nearly fifteen yards away! Smiles thus chose to distant himself from the lake.
However, he wasn't looking where he was going, and was quite surprised when he heard one of his pikmin give a squeal. He turned quickly, seeing that the pikmin was in the jaws of a shearwig. With deadly speed and accuracy, there were three purples landing straight on the creatures weak skull, killing the bug before it could kill his pikmin. The pikmin let out a sigh of relief, before pulling itself from the horrid creature's jaws. Smiles, seeing an army of the burrowing creatures erupt from the ground, couldn't help but smirk.
(Ruby's POV)
To my great surprise and relief, the fat bug set me down on the ground. It then sat down on the ground across from me, staring intently at me. After a quick glance around, I realized that I was situated in the middle of a ring, three small landing spaces for the onions. All around me there were great pools of water. My attention returned to the bug, which was obviously worn out. It's eyes were closed, and it was sleeping soundly.
Why did it bring me here? It obviously trusted me, if it was going to sleep in front of me. I made up my mind. I grabbed the bug, and with a little (actually, it was alot) bit of effort, I managed to drag it to a small hallway-like cut in the rock. I could see the red petals of some sort of flower above me. I was sure this would protect it from most of the bigger creatures. At least, until Olimar and Smiles come and pick us up. My eyelids become heavy, and I find myself falling to sleep next to the creature. I dreamed of Skull Boy and the rest of the gang. Since when have I thought of us as a gang? Maybe a group... ZZZzzzzZZZZZzzzzz.
(Olimar's POV)
I start plucking. I had two more ship parts, which was good. I also managed to gain many more pikmin, also good. Also, I discovered that there were rocks near base that might just give nectar. Now that I had some more pikmin, almost all of which were flowerized. I checked where Smiles was using the Whimsical Radar. There he was.
I set off on a slow jog, the pikmin not far behind. The area near the pool was clear of Rocky Blowhogs, which I was greatful of. I enter the cave, and see a pile of sheargrubs, as well as shearwigs. Yup. Smiles was here. I heard a loud croak, and the sound of pikmin screams. The thing was sort of like a wollywog. It had the pale skin, the glowing red eyes, sort of the same shape, and it had four legs.
Besides this, the creature was nothing like a wollywog. It had a long, whip-like tail coiled behind it, and a large mouth, a grey tongue hung limply from its mouth, twitching slightly on the ground. Its fingers ended in claws, and it let off a horrid hiss, followed by a loud croak. Its tongue was held down by a whole bunch of purple pikmin, Smiles trying to unstick his foot from the tongue. Baffled, I turn to its back and start trying to throw pikmin at it. However, the tail swished through the air, smacking the pikmin down. The wollywog turns, flinching slightly cause of the pikmin on its tongue, and manages to jump high in the air, and with a quick bout of whistling, I managed to move them away as the horrid creature landed where I was standing not a minute ago.
The creature, having just landed, jumped again, intent on me. However, its tongue wouldn't have any of it, and the wollywog was pulled back in pain, falling hard on its back. It squelched, and hissed. Seeing an opening, I spammed at the bottom of its head region. The creature paused, stunned. The pikmin then made quick work of him. Smiles pulled harder, trying his best to pull himself off of the adhesive tongue. Then, the creature's spirit floated up, and the tongue actually dried up and broke into dust. Despite this being odd, I believe Smiles telling me about an insectoid like creautre that likes to pick up and blow-up bomb rocks, so a tongue turning to dust is not very surprising... by comparison.
"Is that... natural?" I ask.
"Wollywogs don't usually have tongues. If that was a wollywog, I'd hate seeing the Emporer." Smiles glanced over to the small, but deep pool of water that was behind the odd wollywog. "Wogblax. That seems like a proper name for this guy." Smiles said, kicking the corpse. He then checked the pool, looking for something.
"What's the matter?" I ask, worried something else might appear from the depths.
"This is where you fight Puffstool." He replied.
"Really? I thought you said he was easy. It'd be a little hard to fight him underwater."
"That's just it. This water is not supposed to be here. Perhaps..." Without another word, in one quick motion he had dismissed his pikmin, and had dived into the water. There was a minute of nothing but nature, but then there was the sound like when a drain is unplugged, just at a much larger scale. The water was pulled out, giong in a circular motion in the center, along with two other odd shaped wollywogs.
They bonked heads, the sound of skulls cracking was heard, like thunder. The last of the water was stained a brilliant red, but then that too was pulled into the ground. With a gasp of disbelief and joy, Smiles ran forward, tapping a circular object in the ground. A flower popped out and started spinning, the no longer dormant Onion turning a bright yellow. The Onion wrenched itself from the ground, releasing a single seed, spiralling to the ground, planting itself in the ground. The seed sprouted, and Smiles happily reached for it. A voice filled the air.
"Well well well. The boss was right." A girl that was dressed as a secretary appeared with a pulse in the air. "Well, this puts a wrench in Akuma's schedule. I'll have to pencil you in for a three o'clock brain washing." The purple-skinned, petite girl said, adjusting her glasses.
(Isabella's POV)
"Who's that?" Adyson asked snidely. The boy, I think he said his name was Daniel, his eye peice fell down over one eye. He gasped, and recited the article he was reading.
"Nastasia. One of four of Count Bleck's most trusted henchmen. She was considered the second deadliest, only after Dimentio. She has the power of brain washing. However, for whatever reason, it fails to work on Dimentio, who is the self-proclaimed 'master of dimensions.' " There was a bunch of murmers from the small crowd of kids.
(Smiles POV)
"Wh-who are you?" I ask.
"Names are not in my schedule. Now stay still. Otherwise your brains will explode." The secretary says, though I'm hardly listening. Just got to grab the purple pikmin behind me. Then something new happens. A bearded man, with a rather odd set of arms, fell down next to her. I mean from the ceiling. Like a waterwraith. Now THAT was a scary thought. Waterwraith in human form.
"What's takin' so long, Nastasia?" He asked in a thick scottish accent. What was scariest about him was his eyes glowed unnaturally red. Another ripple and there is another purple-blue skinned person is standing on the other side of Nastasia.
"O'Chunks! You don't tell the enemy our names!" The new man yelled at the bearded one.
"But Dimentio, ya just said me name." This O'Chunks fella said, confused.
"Grah! Just chunk them!" A new person said, falling from the ceiling. This girl was green-skinned and had the same blood red pupils as all of them had, except Nastasia and Dimentio. I prepare myself for the ensuing battle.
"Prepare ta be chunked!" The bearded man, getting in an odd stance, which I assumed meant he wanted to fight. Alright.
"Bring it O'Chunky." I say, holding a purple pikmin in my hand, ready for the man.
"Chunky! You're gonna git it now lad." He yelled.
'Oh no! We're out of time!' The four fall on their faces.
"What?" They yell-asked.
"Wow, bad place for that. You totally left me hanging at that scene."
'That's sort of the point.'
Wogblax
Amphibicarcaus Sus Glossa
Amphituber family
This creature is one of the many varieties of genetically mutated creatures produced by Akuma. What was once a cave-dwelling wollywog, is now a hideous abomination. Unlike other amphitubers, this creature has been genetically engineered with the Common Bulblax, giving it a mouth. The ceature seemed to have been given a long tongue and a slightly shorter whip-like tail, so attacking from the back is no option. This creature feeds like the Emporer Bulblax, sending the tongue out to grab prey instead of lunging like other creatures. This amphituber has retained its ability to jump, but can't do it as far. Approach with extreme caution.
[Louie's notes]
This beast's tail is best prepared boiled with Glowcap caps and chopped bulborb. Makes a hearty stew.
[Smiles notes]
This creature has violent tendencies, and usually chooses to attack through usage of its tongue from a place where it can't usually be caught. This beast is usually sleeping, such is tendencies of any grub-dog. These creatures, despite their rough force with prey and others of their species, they are wonderful parents, somtimes going days without food, an idea that not many other creatures on this planet would do.
