Day 3

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For the first time so far, I had not landed in a catastrophic crash that day. Instead, I decided to land in the same clearing created by my first crash back down in the Forest of Hope. I waited the whole night until dawn, kept awake by the experiences of yesterday. When I was certain the beasts had retired to their resting spots, I decided to return to the surface. As we descended, I looked to the horizon, which expanded so greatly. This world’s yellow sun sparkled like a gold jewel. Despite its blinding beauty, it brought me great dread. Every time it would set would be another day I would never have again for my search for the Dolphin’s parts.

The Dolphin landed upright in the clearing, the Onion following suit. It landed perfectly centered on a very elaborate pattern in the ground. Swirls and loops etched in the dirt formed something like a circle that encompassed the perimeter of the Onion.

I trotted up to the Onion and tugged, calling out all thirty-five of the pikmin. They lined nice and orderly before me, and we set to work. Immediately I sent them off and plucked the nearest patch of nectar-grass. Soon, they were all blossoming and ready to move.

We trekked out and near the lake, slaying any Pellet Posies on the way. I had the army take care of several dwarf bulborbs that blocked our way with the greatest calmness. After yesterday, they were nothing compared to the great spotty bulborbs. I called them such as their white polka-dots seemed to grow and then shrink as the behemoths snored away.

In record time, we made it to the crater made by the E.F.D. I continued past it with great haste. For a second, I thought I saw something red and glowing inside the charred pit, but I tried as hard as possible to avert my eyes.

Further into the woods, we came across another root-gate. I dispatched the troops to take care of it.

Minutes passed. They were taking longer than I would have preferred. If we had more, it would be over far sooner. An idea presented itself boldly. I whistled the workers away and split the group into two. I sent twenty to continue the dismantling and brought the remaining fifteen with me. We gathered up the posies and carcasses and hauled them back. The Onion gifted us with twenty-five more ruby workers. The forty returned with me to find the wall still being labored away at.

The pikmin had a curiously strong case of tunnel vision. Give him a task and he will deliver to the best of his ability. He will work away, under attack or not, until his task is complete. I certainly couldn’t ask for a better workman. However, they needed to be directed at all times. Without a job, it would seem they sit their idly, nearly oblivious to their surroundings. Most might cringe at the idea of such multi-tasking, but I, unlike my fellow male compatriots, thrived with multiple tasks to do. My meticulous and orderly lifestyle might seem to pay off in this scenario, despite any grievances given to me by coworkers/family-members.

The remaining pikmin joined in and the wall tumbled down swiftly. This new clearing was covered in a thick layer of moss. It was soft and spongy; I could feel myself bouncing with each step, as well as the light-footed pikmin.

Several tall pellet posies faced their petals to the sun, the light glinting off their shiny pellets; which, interestingly, were bright saffron. The pikmin did not pay them much attention, despite their affinity for the red ones.

Before we got any further, however, the most curious sensation entered my legs. A tiny, subtle vibration shook at my joints. The pikmin seemed to buzz, their eyes widening and their heads all looking down at the mossy floor. Before I could take another step, a fiery, piercing pain clamped down on my shin. With a holler, I reached grabbed at the pair of pincers that held my leg in a vice. Franticly, I shook and yanked away, trying to pry free. The pikmin quickly swarmed around me, and amazingly grabbed on to me and pulled me somewhat free. My attacker was pulled out from his trapdoor, and what a beastly thing it was!

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