Hello! DJFist is here! Lichylichy has begged me to do this one too, because I don't do afternoons or weekends. Lichylichy is grounded. Cause he's an idiot. Anyway, I have this notebook in front of me that he told me to type onto this chapter. Also, Smiles Away! has been taken down by 'The Man' as Granddaddy used to say. Bless his soul. Sorry. Anyway, I'm probably boring you. Here's the chapter.


(Ruby's POV)

Oli fainted. The pikmin appeared to be losing their color. My own black spacesuit was turning a pale grey. My hair turning a sick pink. I was seeing double. I felt ill. And all of those mushroom pikmin weren't helping. No. N-No. I... can't... hold... on...


(Dante's POV)

Ruby fainted, falling next to Olimar. The confused pikmin poked at them a few times, before they decided that the best plan of action would be to carry them back to their Onions. The other pikmin followed close behind, many walking into the holes in the stage that were becoming more and more frequent. But apparently, the mushroom pikmin didn't like that, and charged at the much smaller group of pikmin. They didn't get very far. A great hole opened between the groups, and they frowned. They turned back to the Puffion, appearing to listen. By then, however, the pikmin have carried the two back to base and gently layed them on the ground. But... my attention was taken from a loud bunch of screaming.

"Ice? In July?" I turn. A small group of the dimension's inhabitants were crowded around the tree, which had ice quickly growing on it, from the top, down. The ground started frosting over, and if I wasn't mistaken, there were small flakes of snow forming in the air.

"What does it all mean?" Phineas said, hand to his nonexistent chin. Malady was now telling a poor Buford how she had got a rash on her arm. Malaise had fallen asleep on the cold ground, where Baljeet and Doofenshmirtz were trying their best to revive her. Well, I guess things are returning to normal. I pull a hankercheif from my pocket and dab at the sweat that had formed on my head.

"It means that poor Malaise should be put to bed." I smile widely. Though, they knew something was up.

"Malaise? Doesn't that mean-" Phineas started.

"A feeling of general discomfort, usually preceding an illness." Ferb stated, as if reading it straight from a dictionary.

"Yeah, she usually precedes Malady." I reply, turning back to the machine. Wait. Did I just... I did! I made a joke!

"Misery, Malady, and Malaise?" Phineas asked.

"Family tradition. You should hear 'em all. Migrane, Misfortune, Morose, Mildew, Misbegotten, Mopey, Mayhem. They've had to repeat names a few times, but they've done it." Misery replied, intent on pulling Malaise into the house.

"Yup! You see, the Kin, Misery's family, is made up completely of banshees." I reply. Malady's eyes narrow dangerously. She walks over to me, intent on... well, let's not get into the bloody details. Good thing Dr. Valentiner was there.

"Come on lass. There is no need for violence." The mad doctor said, getting in between the two. Socrates croaked loudly.

"Out of the way, fang-face!" Malady snarled. The cast on her arm rippled. Not here. Not now. There was already a whole lot of stuff we had to clear up.

"Can we talk about this?" I ask. Malady's glare could have melted a cast-iron skillet. My head became light and my vision blurry. I sneezed loudly.

"Someone isn't- Eeep!" Telematus was cut short, as well as a peice of earth was sent skyward. This wasn't going to be too good.


(Random Mushroom Pikmin POV)

I banged my mushroom against the wall, once more. I followed the rules, all of the rules that the Great Mushroom layed down. I toiled endlessly, all to please him. He appreciated all that I did. I was sure of it. That was when the horrid creature jumped over the gap with ease, landing on one leg. The Great Mushroom commanded us to stop and attack the new enemy. I obediently turn and charge the enemy. He dodged most of our grabs and wild swings. But I alone managed to grab on. I alone wacked him with all I had in my mushroom. I was evidently causing him great pain, as his eyes screwed up, but he refused to attack me. Then he was a coward! I reach into the helmet and pull at the odd purple strands growing there. I try biting him, before realizing that I had no mouth. He dares grasp me gently and place me on the ground! I will show him!

"You won't get any closer to the Great Mushroom!" I snarl. Purple eyes meet my own. He runs in the water, where the great blue cap once laid. He had the audacity to hold me above water!

"The Puffion is nothing more than a false god." He replied. The nerve!

"How dare you! How dare you insult the Great Mushroom like that!"

"Great Mushroom? Ahahahahahaha!" He cackled. "What has that no good leech ever done for you?"

"L-Leech!" I reply. "The Great Mushroom has been our guiding light! We've been his for as long as we can remember! He gave us life! Why should we deny him?"

"You tell me he's so great." The horrid creature said, setting me down across from him. He slumped to the ground, clutching his leg. Aha! Weakness. "Then leave him. See what happens."

"Why would I ever leave him?" I ask, truly confused.

"Look what he's done to you." He said sadly. I glance down at my perfect purple skin. I rub my mushroom. The thing that the Great Mushroom had given me. I look in the water, and see the pure white eyes. Pure as the fallen snow. Pure as the morning light. Pure. Beautiful. I glance up at the creature, whose eyes were closed. My chance was now. His eyes though. His purple eyes... I couldn't help it. I look back into the water. It was different. My eyes weren't beautiful. They were dead. Soulless. Devoid of emotion. My skin was the color of bruises. My mushroom irritated my stalk. What would happen if I left. The Great Mushroom... no, the Puffion. The Puffion would understand. I mean, he created me. So... so...

"Take me back." I whisper. He places his hand on the ground, and I climb up it and onto his shoulder. "..." We were quiet for a bit, while the creature walked me back to land. I choke. I could hear the Puffion's orders.

Swim across the water. Don't let even death stop you. Swim across the water. Don't let even death stop you.

"You still think he's so great?" The creature asked. I shake my head, my stalk lowering down in front of me. I was surprised that we changed directions.

"Wh-Where are we going?" I ask nervously. But I knew he was probably going to drown me, or throw me in one of those horrid pink snappy creatures. I sobbed loudly. I sobbed for several minutes. Wait. I wasn't moving anymore. I look up from my tear drenched face. The creature had approached the Puffion, which I could barely hear his melodious chant.

Kill the human. Kill the human. Kill the human.

"Sorry, but I don't plan on dying today." Then the creature- human. The human jumped against the wall, pushed off, and a flash of silver, and there was a long scream from the puffion, and the huge cap fell to the ground, revealing a bright pink flower. The bruise color faded down, leaving a white like the pure snow. I felt my own mushroom fall. I check my reflection again. My mushroom was gone, replaced by a pink bud. My once soulless eyes were a crimson red. I blinked a few times. Was... this the real me? I tug at my bud nervously. Does this mean... that I have to do whatever the human asks of me? Probably. I heard splashing as he called the surviving white pikmin back on land and he set them to work on the strange peices that fell out. He sent the rest inside the onion. He nodded in satisfaction, before sloshing back to me. He held out a hand. I looked him in the eye.

"...I'm your slave now. Aren't I?" I say weakly. My eyes downcast. To my surprise, he puts a hand under my chin and lifts my head so that I looked him in the face.

"I won't force you to do anything. My name is Smiles. What's yours?" I think real hard. And shrug. He chuckled lightly, before gently scooping me up and hobbling unevenly back to base. Before long, though, I felt myself falling. I land hard on my bottom. On dry land. I get up and dust myself off. I turn to see what the matter was. Smiles was curled up, in obvious pain.


(Olimar's POV)

I opened my eyes. The sky was blue, once again. Everything was bright. I pulled myself up. I felt a whole lot better. I heard rhythmic chanting. I turn to see a bunch of small pikmin, with great red eyes, toting my Omega Stabilizer and my Positron Generator back to base. They loaded it up, and five ran back up the box. I quickly woke Ruby up.

"Morning, Oli." She said groggily.

"The strangest thing just happened. The ship parts that were inside the Puffion just got carried back by a group of white pikmin." Ruby opens her mouth, probably to say something else, but closes it when she sees a group of the five flowers, with a bud trailing not far behind, carrying Smiles into base, who was groaning, a thick layer of sweat accumulating on his brow. I direct them to the ship, and command the pikmin to stay outside of the ship. However, the bud white climbed in after us. I commanded it to go outside, but it shook its head and sat down on the floor. I lean over to pick it up, but it whacked me with its bud, which rather hurt. Like someone whacked me with a brick. I shoo the three creatures out of the room, but the pikmin remained planted (figuratively), and would not budge.

"I'm going to fill this place with unbreathable air." I tell it. It nods, showing that it understood. "Then go!" It shook its head. "Why?" It pointed to Smiles, then to itself, and then pointed to its bud. "I don't understand." The pikmin jumps on the bedside table, and sat down. Alright. I fill the room with pure Hocotatium and set to work on Smiles wounds. All of his wounds had reopened, and blood was pouring thickly down his legs. I quickly stitched him back up and gave him the last of the transfusion bags that the Dolphin carried. The white pikmin refused to move, though it started turning a bright green and was coughing up purple clouds. I quickly put him back in a space suit, and then fill the place with oxygen. The pikmin fainted on the table, and Cli-Cli barged into hte room, chittering concernedly. I head to the Pilot's Area. Time to go to the atmosphere.


Day 8,

The Puffion has been vanquished. We have 23 parts, leaving only 7 remaining. Smiles, admittedly, had probably saved ur butts, but has greviously injured himself in the process. Curiously, a white pikmin refuses to leave Smiles side, even when I filled the room with Hocotatium, a gas deadly to all creatures on this planet. It will live, but this behavior is quite odd for any creature on this planet. This planet is quite beautiful, so different from the dwindling habitats on Hocotate. I suddenly hate the prospect of leaving. Perhaps... perhaps...


Dear Diary,

Wow. Talk about a close call, huh? Well, Smiles is back in the infirmatory. He really pushed himself. Strangely, a pikmin refuses to leave him alone. Did he help it? Soon we leave here! I'll miss everyone, though. This will be one of my many wonderful memories.

Love,

Ruby Gloom.


Day 8

Red Pikmin: 131

Purple Pikmin: 71

White Pikmin: 219

Yellow Pikmin: 158

Blue Pikmin: 273

Ship Parts: 23/30