Yellow Pikmin Story

This is my first story and it follows the story line of Pikmin 3 from a girl turned into a Yellow Pikmin. --YellowPikSherpawoman (talk) 12:43, 19 December 2016 (EST)

Chapter 1

Pow! Something huge slammed into the ground before me, completely immobilized. It had 3 large hooves and bore a red fruit on its back. "Attack! Attack!" I yelled, spamming the throw button. Me and my Pikmin army were fighting the Quaggled Mireclops. "We have to get that fruit! We have no juice left!"

The Mireclops shook the Pikmin off it, then proceeded to lash out its long, slimy tongue. Pikmin squealed with fear as they were caried inside its mouth. I groaned-not for the lives of my Pikmin, but because my forces were smaller.

Just then, the Mireclops roared, stretching for the sky, and fell lifeless back into the mud, a large cantaloupe and a middle-aged man released from its mouth.

"Yes! Now if we can get back that huge cantaloupe back to the ship in time." I ordered Pikmin to carry it when a large blue '10' appeared on the screen. "Hurry!" I prompted the creatures, forgetting to whistle the ones not carrying something.

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The Pikmin left the arena.

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They crossed the pail that functioned as a walkway.

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They reached the blue tile bridge.

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Upon getting to the other side of the bridge, an idling Dwarf Bulborb started snatching some carrier Pikmin and shredding them with its sharp fangs.

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I whistled a Pikmin and tossed it on the Bulborb's back, squashing it.

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They didn't make it. As the explorers lifted off, I watched what I estimated to be 80 Pikmin screaming and panicking below.

"Now I'll have to grow them from scratch. I don't have time for that! And I'm out of juice!" I said to myself, Brittany stating that there was no edible provisions.

The next morning I woke up with this odd feeling. The feeling I was small. The feeling I was but a small part of the world, ready to serve my master. I shook that thought. What master? And I'm not small.

Then I opened my eyes. A gloomy, morning sky stared back at me. It took me a moment to come to my senses and realize I shouldn't be looking at the sky, much less one with towering pine trees covered in snow. I should be in my room, staring at the cream-colored ceiling in a place that doesn't snow.

Thinking I had a bad headache and was seeing things, I put my hand on my head-- and felt a stem.