Pikmin OG

[Masamune]

Well, I don't know how much interest there is for such a thing, but here goes:

This will take place between Pikmin 1 and 2. For the purposes of the OG, pikmin can communicate with each other in their own language.

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Wulfmin watched as the strange Onion lifted off, leaving him and all his comrades behind. Onion wasn’t the right word, but Wulfmin had been exposed to many things these past months, none of which had names in the language of his people. Something called an Olimar had appeared, and immediately assumed the role of alpha pikmin. It was so strong that none of the other pikmin even considered challenging it.

Under the Olimar’s rule, the pikmin population grew to vast numbers, and its intelligence gave them the ability to fight off their predators. It was amazing the things they could accomplish under his guidance. Even an emperor bulbax could be killed with the Olimar leading them.

Wulfmin himself was a red pikmin, proud of his large white petals. He had been plucked from the ground as a leaf and left in his Onion as a reserve unit, only called to action in the battle against emperor bulbax. He never knew why the Olimar and the bulbax were fighting, but Wulfmin was loyal, and attacked as fiercely as the other pikmin.

After the long battle, Wulfmin was granted the honor of drinking sweet honey nectar as a reward for his service. Since that day, he was a vital part of the Olimar’s workforce, for the short time the Olimar remained.

The Olimar was gone, now. He had abandoned the pikmin as soon as his work on their planet was done. He climbed into the Onion he had arrived in, and vanished into the sky. The pikmin were again without an alpha to guide them. Wulfmin knew already that they were doomed to return to the old ways of being chased and eaten, their species only barely holding on to survival.

As the Onion disappeared behind a cloud, Wulfmin decided that he could not let this happen. If nectar could turn a leaf pikmin into a flower pikmin, tripling its strength, speed, and intelligence, then perhaps there was a type of nectar that could make a pikmin into an alpha pikmin like the Olimar.

He could almost sense that the families of bulbax and other predators nearby were also watching the Olimar fly away. In his mind, he heard their snarls and saw their gritted, hungry teeth.

Wulfmin decided that moment that he would gather up a few of his friends and find the nectar that would save the pikmin species.

[John Tagatchi]

Unfortunately for Wulfmin, many were unwilling. They reasoned that it would be much safer to simply hide in the Onions until the day foretold by the dandelion seeds as they flew across the sky in patterns that were definitely meant for interpretation and not some random movements of wind. On the day foretold, the Olimar would return, along with the Iglumi and the Shacho.

Actually, many didn't say this. Wulfmin merely assumed that they all did because the first one he told his plan to said it.

This one was named Prophmin. He was a yellow pikmin, but was very strange as far as pikmin go. His stalk had been accidently broken by the Olimar while being pulled out of the ground, as Prophmin had refused to be pulled. While it hadn't fallen off, it did hang down behind his head rather than stick straight up. Prophmin bore a leaf, as he also refused to leave the Onion when called.

A story went around about Prophmin, that he had been left behind on his first day--perhaps the Olimar did it intentionally, perhaps he didn't. They found Prophmin when they returned the next day. He had survived by taking a green leaf, folding it in two, and tearing out holes to put his head and arms through. He called it a robe, and claimed that it had saved his life by camoflauge. He never took it off after that.

Anyway, Prophmin refused to carry bomb-rocks and claimed that his ears were there for listening to the Great Mamuta and not for catching air and jumping higher than red and blue pikmin, and was probably a bad choice for first pikmin to talk to...

Wulfmin ignored Prophmin and asked someone else. The first, having overheard his previous conversation, repeated everything that Prophmin had said and ran for an Onion. The second claimed to have left something in an Onion, would be back shortly, and never came back out... The third lay on the ground and pretended to be dead.

It was unfortunate for the third one, because at that moment a dwarf bulborb charged into the Onion-ground and trampled it on its way to Wulfmin. Wulfmin let out a tiny wail and ran desperately away, trying to remember how the Olimar handled this situation. The faux bulborb lunged at him; Wulfmin dodged around behind it, causing it to lose its balance. Wulfmin leapt high and came down on the bulborb's back, squishing the life out of it. He bent low, bowing to himself.

There were a few scattered whistles from the Pikmin who had been watching. Most claimed that they could have done the same thing. Prophmin began to work on a new excuse that reasoned that Wulfmin was already an alpha pikmin, and they didn't need any special nectar.

A spotty bulborb burst into the clearing and scooped Wulfmin and the dwarf bulborb up in one gulp.

The mass of pikmin screamed. The spotty bulborb, however, was making strange clucking sounds and paying them no mind, as the dwarf bulborb's body had gotten caught in what passed for its throat. Wulfmin clinged desperately to the bulborb's lip, screaming for help.

Prophmin regained his wits at the sight of a dandelion seed lying on the ground. He picked up and shook it until the fuzzies came off, observed their movements, made some marks in the dirt, and then hefted a nearby stick over his head. He ran up to the bulborb and started hitting it.

The other pikmin were amazed at this. The yellows ran to get more sticks while the reds and blues simply charged the bulborb. One yellow made sure to shove his stick into the bulborb's mouth; Wulfmin grabbed it and was pulled free, then joined in the battle.

Before long, the spotty bulborb too was defeated.

Prophmin took Wulfmin aside. "You see? We do not need an alpha pikmin. We can survive."

Wulfmin simply pointed at the bulborb. Several pikmin had begun arguing with each other over who got to keep the body. "Without an alpha pikmin, this will never get settled. Besides, bulborbs are easy to defeat. If that had been a bulblax, we would all be gone."

Prophmin considered this. "I suppose I will go with you. I only do so because I want to laugh at you when you get eaten along the way."

"Thank you," Wulfmin said. He pointed to a group of pikmin who weren't fighting over the bulborb, but seemed content with victory and the idea of sharing the body and were consequently shouted out when they tried to say so. "Let's take them. It's best if we not fight with each other. And we shall need a strong group if we hope to succeed."

[Robotazy]

As Wulfmin walked over to the Pikmin, they actually seemed to be watching the other Pikmin fight over the Bulborb. Wulfmin seemed to be confused as to why any Pikmin would be enjoyed to watch thier brethren fight. "Excuse me, but would you come with me and Prophmin to search for the Alpha Pikmin Necter?" Said Wulmin nicely so as not to insult them. Suddenly, a Blue pikmin jumps (Surprisingly) from the group.

He was known as Olimin, he had been with the Olimar since he was plucked from the ground, and even followed his example, he wrote things on the leaves he passed as he followed the Olimar, causing him to be the slowest with his bud. " I understand your fears Wulfmin, and I understand that larger creatures will be out there, so I'll help you... but don't expect us to continue if you die" Said Olimin, obviously showing his intelligence "However, we don't know where this Necter is"

"The Mamuta obviously knows!" Screamed Prophmin, making even the quabbling Pikmin stare at him

"The Mamuta? why Mamuta?" Said Olimin like the Scientologist he is

"Are you dense Olimin? The Mamuta knows all!"

"But, the Mamuta just gives us flowers, it wouldn't know where the Necter is"

"YES, SHE WOULD!"

"Prophmin, Olimin, Stop your quabbling!" Said Wulfmin "I say we search for the Mamuta, it wouldn't hurt anyone to try!"

" I apologize, I had forgotten my Pikmin roots for a second" Said Olimin, brushing his Bud back

"TO THE MAMUTA!" Yelled Prophmin again. Everyone followed him

[Mushi]

While this search for the Alpha Pikmin nectar was taking shape, many of the other pikmin were still swarming to carcass of the Spotty Bulborb. A larger than average Red Pikmin seemed to grab hold of one of the bulborb's legs. He hefted the bulborb out of the circle of quarreling and almost got it back to the Red Onion, but was soon swarmed when the others realized that their object of argument was being carted away. They picked him up, carried him for a short distance, then threw him just like the Olimar used to do. He landed in the middle of the three Pikmin who were discussing the search, more like landed on them actually, and soon introduced himself to his landing pad.

"Thanks for breaking my fall! I don't think I could've landed right without you nice soft squirts! The name's Girthmin, nice to meet ya!"

"Get off me you dope!" Prophim didn't take kindly to being used as a cushion.

Girthmin relieved his landing pad of duty, then was introduced to the group.

"I'm Wulfmin, the strange yellow one is Prophmin, and the blue one is Olimin! We are going in search of the Alpha Pikmin Nectar. We could use all the help we can get, care to join us?"

Girthmin stared at Wulfmin blankly, then replied with more blank looks.

"Ummm... hello? Are you with us?" Wulfmin didn't know what to make of this behavior.

"Try whistling, that out to wake him from this trance." Olimin had used his knowledge of the Olimar well. Wulfmin tried to let out a loud command whistle, but not knowing exactly how, made strange raspberry noises. Olimin took a small leaf, rung it into a bugle shape, and made a lound commanding whistle come from it. Girthmin awoke immediately.