PikminFanon:Pikmin Story Archive

The pikmin story is a fanon story serial that is ongoing. New chapters are released every Saturday when possible. The story serial's original concept was created by Peach Bulborb and is currently being written by that same user. PikminFanatic23 and Wraith are also responsible for helping the idea come to fruition.

= The Captain's Return =

This was the first story serial written, and is supposed to take place after the events of Pikmin 2. It is unknown how (or if) this story ties in with Pikmin 3.

Entry One
''Once, there was a planet, indistinguishable from other planets. However, this planet was very special, as one unfortunate space captain found out. Creatures called "Pikmin" inhabited the planet, little creatures that had a massive amount of might. The captain managed to escape the planet, and later returned to collect treasure to save his company. This was accomplished as well.''

''All of that was long ago. Olimar is a fading memory among the Pikmin, and almost none believe he will return...''

''Run! ''

That is all on this young Pikmin's mind.

''Run! Before they catch you!''

The pack of Dwarf Bulbears draw near, with their massive Spotty Bulbear leader in the very front. Its eyes are fixed on this Pikmin, hardly blinking, just fixed on the target. It barks a few words of leaderly encouragement to the young Bulbears that are falling head-over-heels trying to catch this Pikmin. Normally, this Pikmin would only be chased leisurely, but "The Intelligence" desires this Pikmin for a special reason. The Pikmin is of the Blue Tribe, and runs into a pool of water, hoping to outsmart the Grub-dogs that are following him so closely; Bulbears are notorious for their poor swimming ability. As he wades into the water, he holds up an object to avoid it getting wet. This object is exactly why he is being followed so closely. The Spotty Bulbear's eyes bulge as it spots that critical object. It knew all along that the Pikmin was carrying this object, but having it so close and yet out of reach is exasperating. The Pikmin gets safely to the other side, and this stream of water stretches for meters before there is even a stick across to wade on. The Pikmin is safe, and quickly runs toward the Onion stationed on the other side of the stream. The leader of the band of Blue Pikmin, a flowered veteran that long ago went on the quest to rescue a dear friend of the captain's, takes the object and studies it carefully. He picks it up and begins turning the dial, hearing a good bit of radio static. Maybe, just maybe, he thinks, I can call Olimar back!

Entry Two
A young man, Hocotatian by birth, lounges at his desk in his office. A sign is partially obscured, but from what can be seen, it says "easure hunter". A case on the wall displays a full set of space gear, including laser pistol, radio, badge, utility belt, and a portable scanner. The Hocotatian suddenly jumps as the radio starts sputtering to life. The man normally has it off, but by fate left it on at just the right time. The man can't hear any words, but he does hear one thing. The thing he "hears" is that the radio signal is a 587 Spaceraid radio. That kind only comes installed in ships. Realizing that this must be an SOS signal, he quickly grabs his gear, gives an excuse to the front desk for his absence, and runs out the door into his space ship.

The Blue Pikmin fiddles around with the radio, not hearing anything but static on the other end. He looks up, and realizes that it is getting too dark to be out and about. He gives the order to enter into the Onion, but stops two pikmin and tells them to strap the radio onto the onion. They do so, and the onion lifts off shortly after.

As the young man quickly pulls out the hyperjump boost, he sees himself viewing a planet that seems like something he has heard about. He spots a blue pikmin onion in orbit, and in a flash the realization hits him. He remembers that there is a lot of treasure on the planet besides just the ship so he joins the onion in orbit and sets the ship's autopilot to land the next day.

Entry Three
The sun is slowly rising on the horizon, reveling a Hocotatian spaceship and a Blue Pikmin Onion. The young man quickly tumbles out the spaceship, barely remembering to put his spacesuit on in time. Likewise, the Blue Pikmin cascade out of the onion, eager to get a look at Olimar. They begin chattering when see him. "It's Olimar!" "Olimar has returned!" "Didn't I bet you a pellet that he'd come soon?" "It's him! It's really him!" "That's not Olimar," the leader pikmin growls.

The pikmin all freeze, and look questioningly at their leader and at the man before them. Sensing their unease, the young man begins to approach them.

"Let me explain," he says, "My name is Saggitarius. I am a son of Olimar, one who has come to your planet before. I came to this planet to save a crashed ship. Can you help me find it?" The leader pikmin shakes his head and points to the radio that is strapped to their onion. "So they're gone?"

The leader quickly shakes his head, and through some motions manages to communicate that such a crash never occured. Saggitarius suddenly remembers an invention his father had given to him. It supposedly would communicate the sounds the pikmin made into words, and vice versa. He begins searching through his ship until he finds it, and then straps it onto his helmet. Sensing what he wants, the leader pikmin squeaks out some syllables, which through the headpiece sounds like, "testing" When Saggitarius communicates that it works, the leader pikmin continues, "We need your help, son of Olimar. Our land has become overrun with beasts, all commanded by The Intelligence. We need you to help us defeat it." Saggitarius asks, "What's in it for me?"

"Nothing except knowing you saved us."

Silence reigns for a few moments, but then the pikmin asks, "What would Olimar do?"

Now announcing contest! What is "The Intelligence"? '''Write a sample article about it, and put on User talk: Peach Bulborb under the section "pikmin story". If you win the contest, your idea will officially be The Intelligence. In addition, your article will be the base for the official page on The Intelligence. Below are some guidelines:''' '''*Must be at least a medium quality article. For example, saying that it is a big water dumple is not nearly as good as listing powers, looks, and history of the dumple (if you wanted to make The Intelligence a dumple, go ahead. This was merely for example)''' '''*Pictures are encouraged, but not necessary. A high qualiy article with no picture is better than a low quality article with a picture, so don't give up if you can't present a picture''' *Sign with your signature at the end

''*All entries must be received by March 30. The winner will be decided March 31, so get your article in before that time'' '''*No bad or innapropriate language. Your article does not need such content. If bad or innapropriate language is found, it will be removed. If there is too much bad or innapropriate language, (over three instances) your article will be disqualified''' *Don't put down or edit other people's work 

*I haven't decided what The Intelligence will be, so this is totally up to you!

Entry Four
''A dark aura sits brooding in a cave. A Spotty Bulbear enters, looking pale.''

Have you retrieved the ultrasonic communicator? A voice rasps, seeming to come from all over the cave.

Confusion shows on the Spotty Bulbear's face.

The radio... The voice inpatiently explains.

The Spotty Bulbear speaks slowly, hoping he doesn't say anything that would arouse anger, "It was taken by Blue Pikmin..."

''Pikmin! Did I not tell you to eradicate them all? Did I not tell you that amphibuous inability should not stop you from retrieving it? Did I not say that you'' HAD BETTER NOT FAIL ME!!!"

The Bulbear quails before the verbal onslaught, appearing very, very scared.

''A second chance is in order for you. I need you to eradicate that pikmin squad and retrieve the radio. Fail me, and you will not continue the life I have graciously allowed to continue.''

Saggitarius and a group of Blue Pikmin are looking at a crudely drawn map on a leaf.

"This is where Red Pikmin activity has been spotted, and over here has perfect conditions for Yellow Pikmin," The leader pikmin explains, pointing to various marks.

"What about White and Purple Pikmin?" Saggitarius asks.

The blue pikmin pauses for a moment, and then announces gravely, "They are in the clutches of The Intelligence. To attempt to collect them would be folly."

Saggitarius stands up and says, "Right. Let's get the pikmin that we can."

The blue pikmin barks out orders, and the other blue pikmin load onto the onion for takeoff.

Entry Five
''Yellow Pikmin are harvesting pellets and dragging them to an onion. A woosh is heard, and a blue onion and a spaceship land nearby.'' Saggitarius hops out of the spaceship, and immediately switches on his communicator headset. He looks over at the pikmin streaming out of the onion, and immediately calls them out. The Blue Pikmin leader begins explaining to the yellow pikmin what their intent is, but Saggitarius's mind wanders. It is no surprise, then, that he nearly jumped with shock when the yellow pikmin responded in a somewhat higher pitched voice than the Blue Pikmin. He fiddled with the radio, and susceeded in making it work properly. However, when the Blue Pikmin thanked them and immediately helped them harvest pellets, his voice sounded extraordinarily deep. He asked the Blue Pikmin about it, to which the veteran only shrugged. "They just have lighter voices. To much time too high in the air..." The Blue Pikmin responded, "Don't tell them. They dislike insults." Saggitarius gazed at the yellow pikmin, wondering what was the cause of their voices. He couldn't shake the feeling that the yellow pikmin had breathed in helium and had yet to fully recover. He gave a few orders to the yellow and blue pikmin, and immediately sets about using his whistle and throwing arm to assist them with the harvesting. Suddenly, a roar filled the air, followed by some high pitched squeals. Saggitarius ducks, and suddenly hears an explosion behind him. He turns around to find the yellow pikmin onion smashed to bits. Saggitarius's nerve dropped. All the shouting around him, the crashing of brush, and the shout from the blue pikmin: "Groinks!" failed to capture his attention. Then the moment was over. Saggitarius blinked, rallied the pikmin behind him, and charged at the groink. He suddenly reared in when another groink emerged, along with a triumphantly grinning Bulbear. The Bulbear roared, and a moment later Saggitarius jumped when a voice came through his headset, deep compared with the pikmin, "I have finally found you! Little Blue Pikmin, surrender and return the" a babble followed, due to the translator not knowing the words, ", anyway, return that, uh, thing." Saggitarius looked around for something to use to attack, and suddenly smiled when he noticed the berries above. Seizing the opportunity, he threw a yellow pikmin directly at the berry cluster, which burst upon contact. Showers rained down, and suddenly the bulbear and groinks stiffened before becoming solid stone. Suddenly, the rock and enemies burst, leaving nothing but shards in its place. "That was unexpected," The leader pikmin said.

Entry Six
A Red Bulborb is sleeping among some tall grass.

Saggitarius crouched low. The Blue Pikmin behind him were fearless in battle, but a Red Bulborb was a very real and very dangerous enemy.

"Ready?" He asked.

The Blue Pikmin leader nodded in response.

Seizing the leader by the stalk, Saggitarius threw him directly at the creatures backside. Many more followed in quick succession.

The Red Bulborb awoke to a start and found that his backside was stinging from repeated swats. Shaking them off, he turned around to see his attackers. A horde of delicious Blue Pikmin!

The Red Bulborb was intending to flee after getting a good look, but voracious appetites are hard to control. Seizing the moment, he caught five in his mouth and gulped them down. He took another bite, intending to take it and then flee. However, those two pikmin were delicious, and he could escape after taking just one more bite... He missed completely. Better to make up for it by taking two mouthfuls. The first only got one, and the second failed completely. Suddenly, he uttered a loud cry and collapsed, dead.

Saggitarius was shaken by the losses, but still ordered them to carry away the body. The leader noticed his discomfort and inquired as to what the matter was.

"The losses."

"Such is the way of life on this planet. We are food for them but they can make more of us. "

"Yes, but my father would not have lost so many in battle."

"You commanded admirably. Short of throwing yourself on the beast, there wasn't much more you could do. Besides, the eating this Bulborb did gave it extra nutrients from us, will make more pikmin. Effectively, pikmin are reincarnated in this manner."

Saggitarius turned and walked away, pulling out his micro-journal while he did so. He quickly punched in his passcode and wrote:

Day 7 of my expedition.

''We are making progress toward the cave where The Intelligence is said to reside. The land has become noticeably more infested with enemies that normal. Just today we took out a Red Bulborb and three Water Dumples. The Blue Pikmin leader believes that we are proceding unnoticed, but I doubt that The Intelligence will not see us coming before we get there.''

''An aura sits in a cave. Suddenly, a Breadbug comes charging in, carrying something.''

What have you found? A deep voice questions.

The Breadbug lets out a bark and shows what he has towed back: a dead Gatling Groink.

Who is responsible for this outrage? The voice shouts, indeed sounding outraged.

The Breadbug doesn't say anything.

''Your specie's muteness is something I will need to remedy. How long has this beast been dead?''

The Breadbug hops up and down, making a loud STOMP three times.

''3 hours? Not much longer, then.''

After a few uncomfortable minutes, the voice dismisses the Breadbug. After another 7 minutes, the Groink suddenly stands up.

Report, the voice booms.

"Pikmin. They beat us through bitter essence. They were assisted by a large pikmin. The ones with him were-"

Large Pikmin?

"Excedingly large. Larger than a Purple, I'd guess."

''Summon The Ancient One. Tell him he has a troublesome group of pikmin to erradicate.''

"Yes, my lord," the Groink left, no doubt left in his mind that The Intelligence wanted the pikmin erradicated for good...

Entry Seven
Sagittarius and a group of Pikmin are training in a field, using Pellet Posies to practice techniques.

Here they are.

These are the ones he sent me to get.

''They don't appear too powerful. Then again, they defeated a Spotty Bulbear and some Gatling Groinks.''

''They should make a scrumptious meal before they die. Yes, very tasty...''

"I really can't imagine that Pellet Posie being a Creeping Chrysanthemum," Sagittarius complained.

The Blue Pikmin leader replied, "Fine, then. We can just continue on our way, and you will be completely unprepared when we reach the Purple Fields."

"The Purple Fields?" Sagittarius had to wait for a few seconds, and he wished (not for the first time) that his translater mechanism where a bit faster.

Suddenly, a high pitched voice kicked in, "Don't be fooled when you get there. It's filled to the brim with Candypop's and Chrysanthemums!"

Sagittarius was a little surprised at the eagerness in the Yellow Pikmin's voice, but his curiousity was aroused, "What kind of Candypop Buds?"

The Yellow Pikmin started to speak, but the Blue Pikmin cut in, "Purple ones. The Intelligence places them there as a way of mocking us. We could probably beat the Creeping Chrysanthemums if we had Purple Pikmin, but we cannot get any Purple Pikmin since that would require beating the Chrysanthemums..."

Suddenly, a huge rumble shook the ground, knocking over the Pikmin. Sagittarius barely managed to keep his footing, but was suddenly lifted up on a huge rock.

The Pikmin below began running about in panic and gathering each other. Sagittarius wondered what was the matter, when suddenly another rumble sounded, and a tongue shot out of the rock!

Sagittarius was thrown off by a wild buck, and found himself face to face with... an Emperor Bulblax.

The Bulblax rumbled, and a moment later, a deep voice came through Sagittarius's headset, "Greetings."

Suddenly, the Emperor stopped, and sniffed, seeming unsure. Suddenly, it howled in a rage, "YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT SLEW ME!"

Sagittarius was scared, and he nervously stammered, "Wh-what did I ever do?"

"You slew me and you took it! You flew away with my prized possession!"

"Wh-wh-when did I ever do that? Who am I t-to you?"

"You killed me and you took the safe, CAPTAIN OLIMAR!"

To be continued...

Entry Eight
Saggitarius was in shock.

Just a few moment ago, he was about to die due to a lunatic Bulblax that thought he was someone else. And not just anyone else, but his own father, Captain Olimar!

The leader of the Blue Pikmin given the command to attack, and a few pikmin distracted the Emperor Bulblax just long enough for Saggitarius to slip away from it. Now he was desperately trying to think of a better strategy while he watched the battle see-saw back and forth.

"CAPTAIN OLIMAR! YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE ME!" A deep voice rumbled. A moment later, a wet, licking sound came from the Emperor Bulblax's direction, and several Pikmin cried out.

Saggitarius immediately ducked behind a rock, but shaking indicated the Emperor Bulblax was coming his way.

Saggitarius drew a small device, a laser pistol. It would be as effective as the dozen or so pikmin that tried pounding on the Bulblax's shell, but a lucky shot might do some damage.

Saggitarius prepared to step out and take the shot. He took a breath, and suddenly noticed something. His rock was perfectly rounded, and small powder flowed in veins through it. He remembered an old story his father, Captain Olimar, had told many a time. Olimar had found a few strange rocks, and was investigating them when a Yellow Pikmin ran over and picked one up! Olimar thought that if the rocks were thrown hard enough, it would break down some tough walls. He was shocked to discover the rocks were explosive!

Saggitarius immediately dashed out from behind the rock.

"Come and get me, you obnoxious, oxygen-breathing, foul-smelling, lower life-form grub!"

The Emperor Bulblax's reply was a cry of rage so loud, the nearby Yellow Pikmin cried out and covered their ears. It charged forward at a speed that caused it to bowl over the Pikmin in front of it.

Saggitarius immediately began running, and after a few moment glanced behind and fired some wild shots.

Only they weren't all wild.

One of the shots struck the rock, which glowed a moment before a massive KABOOM filled the air. Dirt and smoke billowed out, and mingled with it was the sound of Pikmin coughing and one immistakeable rumble: the sound of the Bulblax collapsing.

Saggitarius breathed a sigh of relief. The losses were heavy, but the enemy was defeated and the discovery of bomb-rocks would help his cause.

Entry Nine
Saggitarius was happy. He had conquered many challenges, and his Pikmin force had grown from a few Blue Pikmin to a massiver army composed of Blue Pikmin, Red Pikmin, Yellow Pikmin, a dozen White Pikmin, and a large amount of Purple Pikmin.

Only one thought darkened his day. And that was the fact that he was very, very close to the Citadel. The Citadel was the supposed home of a shadowy figure called The Intelligence. The Intelligence had enslaved the entire planet, and from his Citadel he ruled with an iron grip and a ruthless army of beasts.

Saggitarius suddenly heard his radio crackle to life. He was just pulling it out when the thought struck him: no one knew he was on this planet, and no one with 15 supramiles would have a radio. He pulled it out all the faster and answered it.

"Would I like the date of my dreams? No... Well, I haven't leant that much thought... Yes I am single... No, I do not want the supscription or the mobile app. Good bye!"

Saggitarius hung up, wondering how in the world he was contacted by a dating service from likely over 30 supramiles away, and why now of all times.

"Lord Intelligence, the machine is nearing completion," a Fiery Dweevil said to a seemingly empty room.

How near? a grating voice called from seemingly everywhere in the room.

The Fiery Dweevil replied, "Just a slick paint job, some cool turbo exhaust, and a couple tesla coils to go."

''Leave out the paint and exhaust. Modify the tesla coils to launch electricity.''

The Fiery Dweevil quickly left with these new orders, wondering how someone with such rotten tastes got to power. He then thought of that Creeping Chrysanthemum who disobeyed it, and wished he hadn't. He just couldn't get the image of that Chrysanthemum frozen alive forever out of his head.

He came into a room where dozens of Dweevils were hard at work. He took out a bullhorn and called out orders, "You there, stop the paint job. You two, those are unnecessary. We just need the tesla coils, but modify them to shoot instead of go up and down."

Most of the dweevils stared at him, wondering why he had suddenly lost his fashion sense. He quickly added, "Boss's orders!"

That made everyone quickly agree. You never knew when The Intelligence was listening.

The Intelligence sat brooding in its cave after the dweevil left. It dwelled on the usefulness and the uselessness of dweevils, and found that the usefulness narrowly outweighed the uselessness. When the machine was done, many of the useful attributes would cease. And thus the dweevils will cease, when the time comes. It thought.

A small wisp of purple drifted in, and immediately The Intelligence moved to it and absorbed it. It gave him very useful information. Apparently, the son of Olimar had continued to approach his castle. They showed no signs of stopping and had even defeated The Ancient One.

That will make things a bit more interesting when you arrive, won't it? The Intelligence thought. Most interesting...

To Be Continued!