Pikmin Fan Fiction, Entertaining Epic.

Chapter One: The Beginning.
The pileated snagret squawked at it's regular alarm time. Dawn was breaking in the east of the autumn plains. Many crimson leaves fluttered down to earth as the gnarled branches of dying trees shedded their load. The harsh, brown soil was decorated by a river of crisp leaves. The wollywogs began to creep out from the depths of their tunnels. The adulescent cannon beetle rose from the earth and snorted heavily due to the lack of air. His eyes twitched and watered from the sharp sunlight. The air was frosty and rather unsuitable. Many sheargrubs burst from the earth in search of leftover carcasses of bulborbs left overnight by shearwigs and burrow nits. The males of the pack tried to impress the females by having competitions of strength. They engeaged each other with their mighty horns embedded into their craniums. Many females were won by this but several squirmed away in disgust. They seemed to like the whiskerpillars that were humbly eating berries up ahead.

They approached but were ignored by the whiskerpillars insatiable hunger. They were halted from their snack by a swooping snitchbug that grabbed the berries from the plants one by one and sped of to it's regular spot. It hovered above the adulescent cannon beetle who was practising target training. The snitchbug enjoyed watching him train while eating a mix-up of berries. The whiskerpillars however, were called down by several grunts of female sheargrubs. At that moment, there were a pack of males closing in. They noticed the newly grown berries and happily climbed back up to eat them. There were several grunts coming from the grubs as the whiskerpillars ate. A pair of fiery bliwhogs were patrolling their territory, as usual.

The gatling groink was perplexed by the strange mound plugging a drain. He tried several times to shoot it but ended up launching backwards into the grubs. A riot ensued as many grubs hammered the tough skin of the groink. He took no notice of this and happily trudged off making it's familiar plodding noice. It sat against a claking burrow nit shell. It got up and was overjoyed at the sight of it's friend. It began to lick the ashes out of the groink's guns and a conversation ensued. The wollywogs submerged their awkward bodies under the pond near the chatting groink. They huddled together to keep warm and cleaned each other respectively. They plodded about and splashed at the fiery blowhog a few times. He became enraged and foolishly attempted to burn them underwater. An embarrassing plume of smoke blinded it's vision as the wollywogs cackled. It stormed off in a bad temper.

There were several creeping crysanthemums soaking up the morning dew. They looked at each other and communicated through their roots. The orange bulborbs were snoozing peacefully in the breeze. A lone wogpole splashed about the group of wollywogs wanting food. One set off to a berry tree and knocked one off. He carried it back with his stubby arms. He placed it on the ground and crushed it under his weight. He grouped up the mushy berry juice and fed it to the wogpole who showed gratitude by jumping out of the water.

The evening sky drew in, creating a line of topaz over the relaxed sky. Many sheargrub males were debating loudly while the females cowered in their presence. The whiskerpillars were plump and heavy from their continuos eating. They plummeted down to the ground and crawled back into a pile of dead figworts. The blowhogs were resting in the nearby pool. Their stubby legs ached from patrolling and they were beckoned to the cool spring. The wollywogs lay peacefully in evening sun as their lumpy backs brushed off of several wilting fiddleheads. The wogpole buried itself into the sandy soil to slumber. The blowhogs entered the cloudy water for refuge. The sky was growing darker by the minute. The gatling groink and his companion became delghted at the sight of darkness and walked about in the crushed crimson leaves without a care.

The males dragged their partners into the soil and left the rest out in the open. The swooping snitchbug was scouting the lands for more berries as the adulescent cannon beetle slinked back into the depths of the earth. The feelers of the snitchbug became heavy and he plummeted down to the loamy soil. His cranium could feel several drops of moisture. He knew that it was going to be a tropical storm. Many puffy blowhogs and unmarked spectralids fled from the plains as the darkening clouds crept over the black, starless sky.

Later that night, the grim clouds consumed the vulnerable sky and torrential rain ensued. All of the creatures took refuge in the crater that the groink had made in the earth near the shallow pond. Many escaping creatures were worried about the rainfall. A lone female sheargrub was hiding under a leaf while her friends burrowed into the marsh. The pond overflowed and rushed through the land. The groink was startled and leapt into action. It began to headbutt the plug.

Many creatures were drowning in the height. But with all of his might, he was unable to move it. He glanced around and gazed deeply into the eyes of a drowning sheargrub. It's eyes were flooded by tears. The groink heaved and kept that image in his head. His cannon activated and he summoned enough strength to blow the plug off. He slumped in exhaustion and was dragged into the pit. He woke up several hours later and was welcomed by thousands of joyous cheers from many animals. He stood up and the lone sheargrub embraced him in happiness.


Chapter Two: The Newcomers
A dreadful overcast haunted the skies over the apprehensive plain. The wild was in ruin. The berry plants that bloomed so robustly were now darkened and shrivelled. A pile of rotten figworts lay in the centre of dying vegetation. Many whiskerpillar surrounded their beloved berry plants and wept. Their only food supply was ravaged by the storm and now they have no other option but to feed on something else. Their aching stomaches tightened every second. Their food starved thoughts blurred their already cloudy minds. A mass of male sheargrubs swarmed a bunch of festering female sheargrub carcasses. They were filled with anguish as they roared at the sight of their females. Their greiving attracted the whiskerpillars who hastily leapt into the pile of dead grubs. They wolfed down every single morsel and lay back in satisfaction. Their relaxation didn't last long as one of the males headbutted two of the whiskerpillars. They slid along the marshy turf and sank slowly into the earth.

A riot was nigh. The hostility of the grubs startled the pillars and made them leap into the nearby pond. They floated on the blackened pond as the males hastily engaged them. In the midst of the dramatic battle, a lone dwarf bulbear stumbled out from a deep hole surrounded by several wilted clovers. All went quiet as it trudged through the immense debris. The whiskerpillars fled in shock. A bulbear this far south is a bad omen. Several burst from the earth and trailed behind the advancing bulbear. They crept out to the pile of rotten fiddleheads that once had a bunch of tranquil wollywogs hidden from the hideous storm and consumed them before dragging a grim looking wogpole. It was immobile and had it's belly facing the sun. Many creatures worried for the safety of the wollywogs.

The bulbears fixed a threatening grimace before burrowing back into the unknown. The swooping snitchbug was seriously injured by a falling tree and is still pinned under it's immense weight. Several bulborbs attempted to heave it off it's right antennae but failed. Many shearwigs were trying to devour the tree but were becoming fatigued from constant consumption. The gatling groink was lying in a bed of fresh emerald evergreen leaves. His companion was repairing the several injuries on his fins and visor. They were peacefully engaging in a friendly conversation on past events.

Although they were unaware of the true horrors outside, they presumed that it would be catastrophic. Many small creatures were offering gifts to cherish his bravery. He had several leaves and nuts brought from creeping crysanthemums in northern area and had countless spicy berries. The log was tranquil and very pleseant. A few retreating whiskerpillars crawled inside. They were battered and utterly exhausted from travelling. As the groink expected, the berry plants were obliterated. He generously offered them berries. Teir eyes glistened with cobalt tears as they devoured the fresh berries.

They rewarded the groink by aiding in his full repair. Orange bulborbs were furious after being blown from their territory in their sleep. They stormed about in bitter rage as the evening sun sank into the sky. The crysanthemums were overjoyed by the marshy swamp that surrounded them and drew every bit of moisture from the soil. Their magnificent margaret's glistened in the topaz sunlight.

The adulescent cannon beetle was shocked to find that he had woken up in the evening. He knew that something was horribly wrong. A pile of emerald feathers cocooned a dead pileated snagret. His beautiful home was covered in swampy marsh. He fired several rocks from his funnel like mouth and erupted in a fantastic show of fiery tempered bucks. Amongst the dying figworts lay three exhausted wollywogs, panting as the sky grew ever darker.

The sky was devoured by an inky veil of haunting night sky. The grim heavens were flooded by rivers of glistening stars overshadowed by velveted rays of silver moonlight. The swooping snitchbug was now panting heavily as it's eyes struggled to keep open. The final strips of bark were being devoured by several shearwigs. As the last strip vanished into the stomaches of the ravenous shearwigs, the snitchbug launched into the air before softly landing in a bunch of evergreen trees. Several male sheargrubs were taking refuge under fallen leaves while a lone mamuta repaired the wilting berry plants that made the whiskerpillars and other creatures so optimistic. As the moon rose from the veil of darkened trees, several tremours erupted from beneath their feet.

The mamuta took no notice and continued his repairs. In the restoration log, the gatling groink lay in the dim glow of mellow honeywisps that gave him several nectar drinks. He lay back, looking deeply into the silver moon that shone in the sky. His companion rummaged about in search for delicious nuts. Several minutes passed before the burrow nit came up and with a carapace full of encased delecacies. They feasted and engaged in a conversation. The log rang with pleseant laughter. An overwhelming earthquake of dramatic proportions shook the wilds and all went still.

A massive smouldering opening erupted from the depths of the earth. A titanic silhouette burst from the smoke and roared. It shook it's gigantic head and threw gallons of dripping saliva everywhere. It's deafening roars bellowed through the plains of an apprehensive wild. The mamuta faced it's direction and trudged the the tonnes of marsh that protruded it's path. It shook it's might arms about to threaten the beast. Two glowing garnet eyes pierced through the smog and fixed themselves on the mamuta. A massive quake shook the earth as it launched through the sky.

The mamuta was unaware of what had just happened. It crept forward and was crushed by an almighty emperor bulblax hide. The mamuta was reduced to gravel as the enormous bulblax charged at the berry plants. It glared at the whiskerpillars who stood, frozen, on the stiff stalk. It strained to focus on the image and hastily ignored it. The gatling groink charged out from the log and was shocked to find an enormous monstrosity glaring back at him. It charged into the visor of the groink and set it into a pile of maple leaves. It returned the favour by launching several concussive blasts into the bulblax's tender face. It trudged backward and overbalanced into the pond. It's huge body emerged from the depths and struck the groink with several choppy waves.

The groink plodded into the pond and opened fire on the bulblax's miniscule feet. It tipped forwards and crashed with a thunderous impact. The groink approached it, thinking the worst. When an enormous tounge launched it skyward. It smashed into the ground, forming a crater on impact. It's visor was completely destroyed. He brushed off several pieces of broken glass from his battered face. He applied a bark strip across his face. He charged at the beast like a snow plough and hammered into it's tough skin.

The bulblax hammered the groink with it's carapace, sending it into a group of explosive bomb rocks. It struggled to move but was paralyzed by the impact. The cloaking burrow nit burrowed from beneath the earth and dragged him out of harms way. The bulblax gazed at the peculiar rocks and devoured one. It erupted inside the bulblax's titanic jaws and caused it to crash to the earth, billowing smoke from it's huge nostrils. The groink witnessed this and got up. He ran over and fired several shots into the tender face of the confused bulblax. It roared in pain and stood upright. The cloaking brrow nit hurled nuts at it's towering hide. As it charged at him with it's jaws dripping with saliva, he hid behind a bomb rock and giggled. It took the bait and screamed in anguish.

Many animals ran over to help the attacking groink. Soon, the enormous face of the emperor bulblax was covered in countless creatures. Now, it was furious and bleeding by the gallon. It screamed in a vain attempt to escape the attackers but perished under the immense weight. Countless cheers flooded the ever peaceful wilds as the sun rose in the East. Millions of ravenous creatures wept in happiness at the titanic feast that lay on the harsh turf.

The groink was embraced by countless whiskerpillars and sheargrubs. Yet, in his mind, he still worried about the safety of the missing wollywogs. Only after the morning sun illuminates the sky, will he know for sure.


Chapter Three: The Mystery Day
Grim spells of weather were upon the wilds causing downpour and swift breezes. Many creatures lay back in the sprinkling rain and gazed up at the navy clouds that crept over the sapphire skies. Whiskerpillars lay their rubbery heads upon crushed twigs and crimson bark that lay among huge majestic tree stumps. The brittle trees nearby rocked gently in the calming breeze that swept through the still plains. Relaxing whiskerpillars hid themselves within soaked emerald leaves that drooped like a slick blade. Drips of crystal water trickled down the veins and into the calmed whiskerpillars hairy mouthes.

From the depths of a massive tree stump rose a dark maturing cannon beetle. It's immense nostrils picked up the enticing scent of wet bark. It strained it's tiny eyes on the rusted billboard covered in saturated bark and maroon leaves. Through the debris, the word " Yield " was visible. Vigorously stretching it's hardened limbs, it crept down a maroon upheaval and lay it's aching body upon the soft bark. It glanced over to a cobalt mechanism that was rusted and discolouring due to exposure. Straining it's stiff limbs, it sucked in crisp leaves and bark to sustain it's dietary conditions. It feasted on the litter and wood before grunting in satisfaction.
A group of sheargrubs trudged through the rough terrain, sipping from puddles on the way.

Their females beckoned the males over by flicking small leaves in their direction. Many collided into each other's rubbery skin and snarled at their offender. They impacted each other with their violet horns and ravaged the weaker males. The females crept off in disgust and slid over to the resting whiskerpillars. They selected their favourites and moved around the disturbed bark that encased the whiskerpillars. After, failing to get their attention their ivory bodies became flushed with a garnet colour. Before the pill bugs could roar at the whiskerpillars, the male sprinkled water in their direction to beckon them back.

At the spring, the gatling groink's pours rejoiced at the cold droplets raining down upon them. He drank the fresh water and dipped his sharp fins into the refreshing waters. He slouched onto the seaside bank by himself. He reflected on his past and thought deeply while the navy clouds swallowed the black sky. He worried about the wollywogs who have been missing for two disasterous days.

Far in the distance near a massive cavern, were multiple mellow lights illuminating the surrounding stump. The tiny creatures drank from nearby flowers and buzzed about in the gentle breeze.

The evening sun sank gracefully into the empty skies. The silver clouds swept into the crimson streaks and vanished into oblivion. The honeywisps sailed the deepening amber heavens. Myriads of assorted unmarked spectralids shook their wafer wings and glided into to the abyss. Golden streaks of intensified colourations glazed the honey coated sky.

Several sheargrubs burried their violet and ivory carapaces within the crushed maroon bark. The inviting scent of dampened wood could be picked up for miles. A multitude of olive beetles unearthed their sleek bodies from the quagmire below. Their sharpened wings rotated violently as their snouts inhaled the frigid air that circumvented through every orifice in the humble plain. Their garnet eyeballs glinted in the dim light as they grunted in anticipation. Their beady eyes fixed their entrancing glare onto several spicy berries that lay on the bank of a shallow pond. The calming breeze swept the icy lake and drew it's cobalt waves onto the dehydrated soil. Gambling on their lives, they crept up to the berries trying not to disturb the delicate soil supporting them. A splash of sapphire water struck the hide of the smallest shearwig causing it to tumble down the steep upheaval and launched the spicy delecacies into the fresh pond. Many shearwigs froze in disgust and sharply twisted their grimacing expressions into far more menacing glares. The runt was engaged with several impacts from furious shearwigs. It sank into the depths of the cobalt pond.

In the darkening depths of the northern tree stumps lay three dying wollywogs covered by wilting figworts. They're tiny eyes flickered from the numbing bitterness of the frigid landscape. They inhaled heavily and expelled gusts of frozen breath. They were blinded by sharpening lights that drifted around their awkward bodies and illuminated their emerald hues. They swarmed their bodies and hauled them out of the inky darkness.

The heavy berry trees shook their lime stalks in the wind as they hunched under the burden of spicy berries and ravenous whiskerpillars. The maturing cannon beetle trudged through the dead night, crushing brittle maroon leavves under it's collosal black limbs. It stopped briefly at the nearby spring to sip from the lush waters and lay back in the silver crescent moon that hung low like a blade. It gazed at the ravenous whiskerpillars happily devouring the delectable berries. Underneath the cannon beetle's immense carapace lay a slumbering snitchbug. It was resting in the boiling hide of the beetle that made inside like a sauna. The cannon beetle happily ejected the snitchbug and stared at it's repaired antennae. They gave respective looks and departed. The snitchbug flew over and grabbed some berries and devoured them hastily. Many nearby shearwigs spotted a lone gatling groink lying back in the sapphire waters. Many creatures, were still utterly ravenous and worried for their lives.

The gatling groink lay back in the emptiness of the bitter night, resting his aching limbs into the fresh waters. His belly yearned for sustenance. As the night dragged by, several starving creatures sat at the fresh waters desperately eating vegetation to collect enough food to last them. Out of the inky skies fell many lights that glowed in a sharpening unison. Three wollywogs hurtled down to earth as the mellow bees flew off. The creatures rejoiced at the sight of the wollywogs. As the sun rose in the east, the sky rained nectar as the bees humbly vanished into the azure skies. The wollywogs were overcome by happy creatures and hugged them in happiness. Many creatures sipped the oceans of fresh nectar. The wollywogs rejoiced at the sight of their new lake of golden nectar.


Chapter Four: Horde of Bugs
The day began with sharp squeels of overhead birds gliding across the cobalt sky. Burried beneath the crushed bark near an ominous crevise lay a matured cannon beetle. It burst from the soily depths with collosal waves of crisp leaves and broken twigs raining down upon the maroon earth. The beady blue eyes of the cannon beetle twitched aggressively. It struggled to aim it's huge mouth at it's weakened eye. It blow vigorously in attempt to blow the dirt. A massive stone shot out at breakneck speed at hurtled into a pile of leaves. It was welcomed by vicious grunts from antennae beetles that were cleansing their intricate legs in their mouthes. They snarled but backed off when the towering cannon beetle reared up and bucked aggressively with it's eyes burning like candles in November. Shocked at this, the tension stirred within the antennae beetles' stomaches. With a plume of smoke and dirt hurtling through the air, they were gone.

The beetle puzzled and glared at it's reflection in the crystal puddle nearby. It massive tank like body was plated in ebony armour plates that constructed an inpenetrable body. It's mind filled with euphoria as it shook it's newly matured ligaments into the air. It grunted in delight and stomped off with pleasure. It's several thundering impacts shook the earth and disturbed a nearby burrow submerged in shallow water. Several shreiks bellowed from the depths of the emerald crevise as an enraged hermit crawmad burst from the hole with green leaves fluttering from behind him. It engaged the beetle and impacted against the hide of it's ebony armour. With a howl of anguish, the crawmad limped back to repair it's broken teeth. The cannon beetle however, remained ignorant to the attack.

It plodded down to a patch of salty sea water and drank without a care. Several nearby whiskerpillars burst from the amber depths. One was unconcious from an impact with of the cannon beetle's mighty legs. They squirmed over to a berry plant and feasted upon the delectable fruits.

As the sun sank into the threatening sky, the cannon beetle lay back into a large tree stump. The gatling groink and his companion approached it and sat upon the dry land. The trio gazed into the sinking sun as it's hung in the topaz sky. However, many rustles of leaves could be heard in the distance as many haunting white eyes burst out of the darkness.

Deep within the inky darkness, several titanuim legs crept from the abyss and punctured the loamy soil with startling force. The appendages were followed by demonic eyes that illuminated the nearby leaves. The leaves drooped and plummeted downward as the piercing glint from an octave of hideous glares. Approaching a humble pair of ravenous whiskerpillars, they crept slowly around the vulnerable base of the berry plants. The two whiskerpillars devoured the succulent delecacies and expelled the unwanted seeds out from their hairy mouthes. They lay happily on the drooping stalk as a pair of narrow appendages raised up to their height. One of whiskerpillars gazed over to a pair of grim legs approaching. Before he could draw breath they constricted him and snapped him down into their mouthes.

They camouflaged their sleek bodies within myriads of majestic foliage and crept into the larger area. They crushed maroon bark under their piercing feet. Gazng to the left, their hungry eyes fixed their grim gaze upon the slumbering cannon beetle. The trio of grimacing dweevils crept through the bushes and leapt at the slumbering cannon beetle's hide. Their craniums were smashed by the collision and their rash attempts woke the mature cannon beetle. It roared in fury and grunted aggressively as it bucked and hammered it's ebony legs into the hard bark. It sent twigs flying into the air, piercing several dweevils legs and torso with sharpened wood. A tremour shook the ground as several caustic dweevils burst from the lake nearby. They hurled water into it's enormous mouth and attempted to clog it's lungs. They cackled as the cannon beetle fell back onto it's side. Their comedy was rudely interupted by a massive projectile of volatile mud, crushing their weak bones under the sheer weight.

The earth shook as many anode dweevils erupted from the earth followed by freak waves of topaz lightning striking their thin bodies and supercharging them. They swiped their legs around, fiercly but their engaging attacks proved to be futile as they broke into pieces from several massive rocks. The wind howled as several dweevil legs blew in the fierce gale. The silence was shattered as a titanic spider burst from the depths of the earth with an extraordinary plume of smoke. The beady long legs stumbled to stay upright before violently pounding the ground with several concussive impacts from it's gigantic legs.

The plain was crawling with grimacing insects that were overshadowed by the enormous monstrosity that was the beady long legs. Thousands of volatile dweevils latched their bony legs onto the spine of the cannon beetle. The cannon beetle rushed forward into the crowd of glaring dweevils and withdrew. A gargantuan explosion tore through the crowd of insects and left several pink ghosts drifting from their contorted bodies. The cannon beetle however, was unharmed and snorted happily.

One major threat still remained, an enormous amber spider. It hammered the ground and sent mud onto the cannon beetle's face. It shook about before getting smashed in the face by a large leg. The cannon beetle slid back and sent mud hurling everywhere. In an attempt to stop the beast, the beetle launched several boulders at it's legs but kept missing. The beady long legs had it's enormous leg over him. He panicked and tried to hit the other legs with rocks but missed every time.

The cannon beetle withdrew it's head and limbs and raised it's huge spine into the air. The huge leg of the beady long legs collided with the impenetrable spine of the cannon beetle causing it to smash into the tough soil. The cannon beetle's enormous mouth erupted with massive boulders that struck the tender underside of the long legs. It's several legs exploded in an amazing unison as the body disintegrated into oblivion. From the crusty debris of the spider, lay a lone glinting implement that resembled a key.

Many small creatures approached the smouldering debris and puzzled at the sight of the perplexing implement.


Chapter Five: The Visitor
In the distance, a plume of silver smoke wisped through the cobalt skies. The atmosphere rifted and fluctuated at a bullet like craft rocketed upward into the endless blue.

The smouldering wreckage of the topaz monstrosity lay billowing stifling blankets of smoke. Grunting, the cannon beetle bucked triumphantly and snorted from it's ebony mouth. A plume of steam burst from it's hide as it realeased it's titanic wings into the air and expelled streams of trickling water. It slumped down onto the ground and relaxed it's aching hide after the constant impacts from beasts. It wings collided with it's hide as it lay, slumbering upon the wreckage.

Several, wollywogs refreshed their emerald bodies and cleaned their rubbery skin until their emerald hues glistened in the sharp light. The baking sun barraged the water, causing it to bubble and highten in temperature. Angered blowhogs grunted for their territory and smacked each other's hides with their club like snouts. Their hooved feet dug into the maroon soil and tore the emerald grass and uprooted the plantlife.

The garnet ring of the injured fiery blowhog lit up and raged a hateful red hue. The tough skin of the watery blowhog was scorched by continuos streams of intense fury. The amber fire blast that roared from the smoking mouth of the enraged fiery bloehog set fire to the nearby land and singing the tender hooves of the watery blowhog. It shook it's snout as it's flame diminished into burning ash that drifted in the lax winds.

The crystal hide of the sapphire watery blowhog smoked and flamed as ash littered it's nearby ground. It collasped and impacted the scorched soil.In a final attempt to save it's well being, it released an eruption of crystal water directly at the fiery blowhog. It smacked against it's face causing it to blink and buck angrily. It did nothing but irritate the blowhog and with an explosive roar, it crushed the injured watery blowhog with it's body weight.

The commotion had awoken a nearby creeping crysanthemum. The ground was shaken by an eruption as a titanic emerald beast burst from the soil. It's dark eyes glared upon the blowhog and glinted as the pink bulb dripped saliva. The blowhog backed off as the obese body of the crysanthemum dragged across the scorched ground. It's lime tentacles snapped at the hide of the blowhog. The bottom of the watery mass lay small root like appendages that allowed the vegetation beast to move. It made contact with a licking flame causing the beast to smash into the ground. It shook around hammering the maroon soil as it's body rolled about causing upheavals to form underneath.

Theblowhog leapt onto the tender stomach of the plant beast and hammered it's tough skin. The whole body of the crysanthemum heightened and thinned as it got up. It shot out it's enormous body, launching the blowhog skyward and landing on it's face. It whimpered and llimped off.

The bitter wind pierced through the rustling crisp leaves causing them to drift downward and consume the land with majestic blanket of blade like leaves. The rubbery heads of whiskerpillars wrapped themselves around spicy delectables and they feasted heartily. Nearby, a bumbling snitchbug was maturing from it's pre-evolution. It clasped it's fight like appendages. It palms were sweaty from exhaustion. It wheezed from the poisonous fumes that erupted earler.

The claws gripped the stalk of the smooth berry plant. It drew it's fine fingers through the scaly texture of the plants and tugged berries from the plants causing whiskerpillars to drop down.

Two orange bulborbs were hunting in the bushes for sustenance in which to best their insatiable hunger. They devoured several vulnerable shells of unaware burrow nits and unmarked spectrralids, fluttering in the sharp breeze. Their echoing roars caused several flying creatures to erupt like fire crackers from the nearby trees.

The obvious plodding of the courageous gatling groink were very distinctive and echoed into the wilds. It tough scaled skin hammered of of the hard soil and brushed off the sharp bottom causing it to create a flat surfaced stand that helped it support movement. Through the orange skin, glared to piercing eyes that slanted into the southern compass points.

It's path was obscured by it's companion, the burrow nit. They respectively snorted from their snouts and sat in the calm hills. Down below, lingered a stifling muggy temperature that stifled them but in the heights of the upheavals lingered soothing coolness that relaxed their tired bodies. They lay back in the bushes and cackled as they saw the baby antennae beetles futilely attempting to take flight.

Done below, like maracas, scuttled the pestering hindrances otherwise known as anode beetles. Their illuminated hides sparked and rattled causing a clicking noise that was harsh and sharp.

Camouflaged by the leaves lay a small bipedal creature. It's face was distorted from a glistening oval covering helmet that connected onto a cream suit. It's blue eyes looked up as the plume of smoke vanished. It was Louie, the subordinate leader of the pikmin creatures. He sat in the bushes crying, as he held his helmet in his cobalt, hands. He slowly got up and gazed at the nearby stream and trudged towards it. He gazed at the crystal blue water through his steamed helmet. Leaping over it, he pounded into the marshy soil.

As the day dragged and sun sank into the darkening sky, Louie lay back, into the sands and gazed into the sky.


Louie's eyes dimly glinted in the silver moonlight through his steamed space helmet. The condensation blanketed the helmet from breathing heavily to hold back agonizing tears. His mind swirled and twisted from confusion and clouded from his constant crying. He slumped into the bud of a beautiful ivory plant and sank into the cushion like petals. His body pushed the veins of the petals down and memorised the shape of his awkward body.

Around him slept several exhausted burrow nits fresh from a fight with an enormous Orange bulborb. A whimpering fiery blowhog squealed as it limped through the nearby waters.

The waters were inhabited by grimacing wollywogs. Their eyes sharpened and highlighted as their bodies erupted from the waters. The blowhog stumbled into the waters, narrowly missing a painful death. The pool looked upon the drooping white petals that carried the burden of a greiving spaceman.

Louie slept for several grim hours of the endless night. The stillness was broken when his leg twitched and shook. He got up in an almost trance like state and trudged into the black void that haunted the wilds.

The scuttling anode beetle rattled their oval carapaces around to attract females. They let loose several bolts of electricity from their hides and seeped out from the many open orifices in it's hollowed body. Their humble rattling was interupted by a bipedal creature trodding on their legs. It's yellow body moved onward with it's arms raised as if it were beckoned to somewhere.

Sleeping Orange Bulborbs grunted as they saw the creature slowly plodding onward towards them. They were intimidated by it and cowered into the corners, granting access to the forward landscape. It's eyes flickered and blinked as it tumbled into the smouldering hole that protruded his path of mystery. Louie woke up hours later and found himself miles down in a pit of dweevils.

The walls were tattered and rotten with decay. He lifted his small body up and gazed deeply into the depressing location that he had stumbled into. He was hastily surrounded by dweevils. Their eyes enlarged and their fangs dripped saliva as their legs shuffled in the salty ground. The dweevils collided into each other as Louie darted to the left and rushed up through the complex of winding traps.

As he plumeted through the damp caverns below, the smell of mustiness filled his nostrils and a scent of foul odourous pungency drifted about him. The scent was unbearable and made him choke on the mere smell. Smashing into the darkened soil, his body was imprinted onto the rustic sands.

He gripped the iron indents in the floor and projected his body upward and onto his aching feet. The rusted rim of his space helmet glistened in the poor light that shone from a small crevise in the wall. A fountain of pressured water erupted from the crumbled hole causing the earth to rock.

His sapphire eyes glared upon the glistening objects that lay untouched in the deepening sands. He trudged down the slope and impacted the glass object as he tumbled down the steep darkness.

Dust flew everywhere as he saw the glistening treasure. It was black and putrid from the inky dust that had settled upon it. As his hand rubbed the foul powder from the object, the ground exploded as a titanic leg erupted from the depths.

On Louie's steamed space helmet glinted an octave of garnet eyes glaring at him.

Chapter Six: The new season

Grim clouds engulfed the darkened skies as fine droplets of icy rain showered upon the plains and impacted into the soil in an explosion of frozen flakes. The condensation swallowed the smaller crisp leaves broken from their perch upon the dying branches that reached outward like hungry claws as rainwater ran down the fine indents like saliva from a ravenous mouth. Rustling leaves scraped their serated sides upon each other's fine surfaces.

Protected from the precipitation, lay a trio of ravenous whiskerpillars. Their whiskers drooped from the weight of a bead of crystal water from the drizzle. Upon their rubbery skins, mud was hardening on their aching sides. Their eyes twitching as the canopies above revealed dim beams of light. Upon their smiling cheeks, stained a large amount of garnet juices that dripped from their dimpled cheeks. Their bodies were disturbed by an upheaval forming in their stomaches from devouring numerous berries.

Through their tears, lay a pack of scuttling anode beetles. Their wings were carrying the burden of filthy rainwater dripping from the dampened hollow tree stump that they lay in. A simple iridiscent glowcap glistened it's luminous veins to create primitive lighting in which to help the beetles to see. Their musical vibraphonic carapaces, shook as the inner core of the beetles sparked and reacted causing water to burst into the air.

A forboding lake heightening startled a nearby puffstool. It's flowery eyes widened as the pupil's enlarged from the delightful drizzle colliding with it's festering cap. To it's delight, the nearby fungi were ripening and livening therefore causing it's stomach to signal a feast of micro organismic fungus. The scales on the cap flicked outward and opened like a pinecone and it's coniferous growths shone like coins. Reaching into the mossy rocks, it short tounge like appendage scooped up and uprooted the delectable fungus from the harsh damp rocks. It lay in the marsh, satisfied by it's findings.

Harsh friction conflicted the puffstool's shriveling body as it sat into the mud. The marsh was engulfed by a breif wave. The puffstool expelled flatulent gases from it's festering cap as the wave rushed over it's feet. The crystal waves were lovely and cool. With this, the puffstools legs punctured the moist earth as it lay back in leisure while the fresh waves ran over it's root like legs.

Looking to it's right, it noticed a bunch of naturally growing glowcaps waving gently. Using it's cap, it collided with the fungus and knocked it onto it's pulsating lap where it feasted on the goodness and nutriental fibres within. Once releasing violet gases from it's flatulent cap, it laid it's tough skin upon the smooth moss in hope for it eventually to cause a mold growth to soothe it's aching back.

Several conifers blew over it's resting body and attached creating a type of growing blanket. Over time the puffstool awakened and feasted upon it's seeds that grew upon it's chest and body. Releasing it's rooted feet it bounced upward and trudged nearer the shoreline into a sandy marsh, ideal for planting.

Artistic shearwigs trimmed nearby bushes and hhappily enjoyed their meal of leafy sustenance. In the background rippled several ponds from the fine precipitation. Their grimacing expressions relaxed into smiling faces and dimples appeared on their emerald hued faces.

An unruly crysanthemum plodded through it's uncomfortable rooting area due to the compilation of hardened soil causing painful lips to appear over the loamy soil. It's ravenous bulb dripped foaming saliva as it paced around in the same mannerism. It's eyes twisted and contorted as it's flowery petals tightened and wilted as it's body tired out.

In the flooding ponds were several water dumple packs grunting and snorting as their grimacing faces twisted and distorted. They leapt out of the water in unison as their grunted of their mate. Several dumples trailed over to the impressive females and tried to appeal them with grunting and continuos leaping causing rippled water to erupt onto land.

Nearby wollywogs grunted as the wollywogs congested the shallow waters. Their emerald hues brightened and sharpened as their pupils dilated into furious anger and furious rages burst into their angered minds. They leapt in unison out of the congested waters and grunted hatefully in order to scare off the dumple packs. Their attempts triumphed as they slinked further away.

The marron soil was littered with red bulborbs that had just migrated south. Their bodies needed low pressured weather in which to keep it glistening and shiny. Their pulsating spots glowed upon their garnet hides as they inhaled the fresh winds and lay in the drizzling plains.

The gatling groink sat back upon a dampened stump egearly awaiting it's companion to return from it's trip to retreive sustenance. The cannon billowed smoke as it erupted several shots into the nearby figworts. The rim was blackened from ebony powders that scattered near the barrels of it's scaly body. The fin twisted as it was impacted by the freezing rain.

It cleaned it's barrel with it's elongated appendages and lay back into the marsh and gazed at the conifer that lay near him. Buried into the bark, it lay there festering from the rain drops breaking it's tender shell. Using it's bladed feet, it scooped the vegetation into it's cannon like mouth before releasing pleasing steam from it's valves.

In the distance stomped an enormous ebony beast. The matured cannon beetle hammered it's huge legs upon the tough soil as the rain impacted it's boiling hide causing steam to billow from the indents of the sharpened wing like thorax. It's anger caused it to buck furiously making a sea of broken twigs to erupt into the air and pierce nearby leaves.

The resting snitchbugs were upset by the pounding rain. The precipitation hung on their leaves causing them to descend. Their tender bodies impacted the soft marsh and dragged them into the endless leaves. Many were killed by twigs piercing their heads while others sat back in the sharp foliage.

A brigade of fiery blowhogs trudged into the central area where they grunted at the females in expectation. Their ivory hides bucked and instantly shook as their passion erupted through their fiery emotions. The females were oblivious and kept burning nearby foliage causing ash to fly into their eyes.

The males trudged off in a disgraced manner and crept into the oblivion. Burrow nits were disturbed as the pack trod on the leafy ground. They hastily emerged before retracting due to fright from the pack. Many skitter leaves emerged from the leaves and ran as the blowhogs stomped upon their tender backs.

In the majestic feilds lay a lone mamuta exhausted from collecting nectar from nearby honeywisps. It's stone arms ached furiously after it's painstaking effort to spread delectable nectar upon it's majestic pellet posies that robustly bloomed over an adrift lily pad.

In the wilderness lay several bulborb larvaes. They emerged from the arth in search of sustenance. Their topaz bodies made them an obvious target to colourful predators. As they crept into a feild of sheargrubs, they sank into the earth as male sheargrubs ensnared them.

The earth shook as an eruption of mud and bark exploded to the east. A golden peak pierced the ground causing twigs to fly into the air. An ivory feathered head followed with amber eyes and a vicious glare fixed upon them. The serpent neck rose from the earth and exploded in a sapphire colour unison.

The watchful eyes of an emperor bulblax protruded the northern access from smaller creatures. It's beady red eyes glared hatefully from above the deep marshland surrounding it. It's back was growing fiddleheads and figworts as the shoots around it bloomed upward.

Small insects flew around the festering doodlebug. It lay in a pile of nettled bushes scratching it's decaying torso upon the poisonous leaves. Upon the contact, it released flatulent pungencies from it's decaying hide causing the nearby plantforms to droop and wilt.

It's eyes fixed themselves upon the durable plant that swayed it's pollen upon the nearby ground. The plant exploded upon contact as it's majestic garnet leaves bloomed robustly upward into the air. Upon the entering of a grain of volatile pollen it snatched it up into the bowels of the plant causing it to expel a rounded object.

The doodlebugs eyes twitched as a ruby sprout emerged from the darkening soil. The growth was followed up by a majestic emerald hued leave that shook without the guidance of wind.

The darkened clouds crept over the grim sky creating a horrible deepening black aura. The unmarked spectralids' wings glistened against the blackened background causing streams of golden glitter to trail behind them.

In the north, the ravenous burrowing snagret yearned for sustenance as saliva dripped from it's sharpened beak. The topaz hue lit the mouth with lively tones creating a harsh and bright primary coloured yellow. It's scaly neck was covered in filthy maroon mud splattered from it's emergence. It's eyes widened and dilated as it witnessed a nearby delecacy, a vulnerable puffstool festering in it's mossy embankment. The earth erupted as the beast tunneled into oblivion.

The puffstool was alarmed and stood upright, tugging it's dampened roots from the loamy and disturbed earth. The pleseant shoreline still brushed against his feet and made himexpel several satisfactory pungencies from it's festering cap. Taking a careful step forward, the earth exploded as mud and twigs burst into the air and rained upon the puffstools tender body.

The glinting eyes of the snagret glared hatefully into the flowery eyes of the disorientated puffstool creating deep amnesia between the two. Their stared back at each other but the piercing black pupils of the snagret burned into it's watering eyes. With a blood curdling scream, the earth erupted as it dared towards the puffstool. It's feet were aching from having to uproot them so harshly and he found difficulty moving. The shallow water rippled as he dashed through and towards the shoreline.

The puffstool was halted by a vicious cranial impact as a sharpened beak smashed into the back of it's neck. The mushroom creature tripped over and tumbled recklessly into the deepening waters. It was aching from the fall as the snagret drew in and hammered it's powerful beak into it's tender abdomen. It kneeled into the waters as a rippling wave rushed through it's roots causing it's volatile gases to erupt from it's festering cap.

The snagret roared as the stench hit it's nostrils and backed into the sand before falling upon the soft ground as it's lungs were infested by the putrid odour. Panting, the mushroom picked itself up and wept as it's body bled. Purple blood trickled down it's battered body as it lay back upon the growing fungus.

Through it's bitter tears, it choked own it's blocking throat. It eyes flickered as the painful darted across several parts of it's attacked abdomen. The petals of it's watery eyes dropped and fluttered downwards.

Several anode beetles huddled close and exchanged static electricity in which to find an appropriate mate for the wintry weather. They shells clattered against their hollow wings causing their distinctive maraca sound.

The gatling groink lay upon the damp stump, overlooking the huddled beetles and grunted heavily as if it were hungry. Eventually, the earth shook as the burrow nit tunneled upward with more sustenance. Their eyes widened at the sight of the mouthwatering berries as they feasted like pigs upon the spicy fruits.

Nearby wollywogs huddled together to keep warm in the bitter frost as they cleaned their bodies respectively. Several watery blowhogs rolled underwater and bubbled to communicate with each other. The juveniles played with the newborn wollywog.

New berry plants sprung up in many areas around the pond and inhabited many rubbery whiskerpillars yearning sustenance. They feasted happily as the bumbling snitchbug gribbed the fine hairs of the plant and drank the juices from the bitter berries.

The night dragged on as the bitter cold drew ever closer.

Sorry that I didn't see this earlier! It's very good! Do you want me to put it on my freeweb?

I'm not too bothered. You can do what you like with it.

It's really good, I'm serious. You should enter one like that for NaNoRiMo.