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<div style="font-size: 1.3em;">'''''[[PikminFanon:Pikmin Story Archive#Mysterious World|Mysterious World]]'''''</div><hr>
<div style="font-size: 1.1em;">'''Preview of Chapter 5'''</div><hr>
"It's a Tree Snagret!" Ruby yelled. The Tree Snagret just stood there, looking at the fearful Pikmin, who were cowering under it. This wasn't like any other Snagret they had seen. It was twice the size of a Pileated Snagret, its scales were brown and the feathers on its head were green.


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]].  
"Nobody...move..." Ruby whispered. The other Pikmin didn't need to be told that: they were too frightened to move. In just one moment, they had lost all their willpower, all their determination, and now they were reduced to just sitting ducks. Red Pikmin weren't fearful of anything, except for Snagrets, and seeing this titanic Snagret made them very scared. They just gaped at the Snagret, which was still watching them. It almost seemed like the Snagret was testing them.


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.
"...I'm going to try something," Ruby said. "I'm going to try to talk to the Snagret."


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.
"Wait, what?" the other Pikmin said, astounded. Ruby started making high-pitched squeaking noises towards the Snagret, and the freakish bird-snake chimera stared intensely at her. The Snagret responded in a series of rather low chirps; any creature could tell it was upset.


"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!"
Ruby nervously translated its chirps, a look of fear washing over her face: "She says that we bothered her and that she's going to feed us to her chicks!"


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.
At this, all the other Pikmin became horrified. "Oh no! Can't you tell it to let us live?" Flare pleaded.


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"I can't! She's really mad, and she won't negotiate!" Ruby warned. "Attacking is useless! She's too powerful! We gotta get out of here!"


"Lord Intelligence, the machine is nearing completion," a [[Fiery Dweevil]] said to a seemingly empty room.
"...What?" Ignis said, bewildered. "I thought you said if we work together we can take down anything! Come on, let's attack!" He got up and rushed at the Snagret's foot, refusing to give up.


''How near?'' a grating voice called from seemingly everywhere in the room.
"No, Ignis, DON'T!" Ruby cried.


The Fiery Dweevil replied, "Just a slick paint job, some cool turbo exhaust, and a couple tesla coils to go."
''Continue reading [[PikminFanon:Pikmin Story Archive#Preview of Chapter 5|here]]...''<hr>
''What do you think of the Story Serial? Please tell us [[Forum:What Is Your Opinion On The Story Serial?|here]].''


''Leave out the paint and exhaust. Modify the tesla coils to launch electricity.''
'' To see past episodes of this serial, go to [[PikminFanon:Pikmin Story Archive]].''
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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.
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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."
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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.
 
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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 [[Emperor Bulblax|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!'''
 
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'' To see past episodes of this serial, go to [[PikminFanon:Pikmin Story Archive]] ''
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Latest revision as of 03:12, 19 November 2022

Pikmin Story Serial

Preview of Chapter 5

"It's a Tree Snagret!" Ruby yelled. The Tree Snagret just stood there, looking at the fearful Pikmin, who were cowering under it. This wasn't like any other Snagret they had seen. It was twice the size of a Pileated Snagret, its scales were brown and the feathers on its head were green.

"Nobody...move..." Ruby whispered. The other Pikmin didn't need to be told that: they were too frightened to move. In just one moment, they had lost all their willpower, all their determination, and now they were reduced to just sitting ducks. Red Pikmin weren't fearful of anything, except for Snagrets, and seeing this titanic Snagret made them very scared. They just gaped at the Snagret, which was still watching them. It almost seemed like the Snagret was testing them.

"...I'm going to try something," Ruby said. "I'm going to try to talk to the Snagret."

"Wait, what?" the other Pikmin said, astounded. Ruby started making high-pitched squeaking noises towards the Snagret, and the freakish bird-snake chimera stared intensely at her. The Snagret responded in a series of rather low chirps; any creature could tell it was upset.

Ruby nervously translated its chirps, a look of fear washing over her face: "She says that we bothered her and that she's going to feed us to her chicks!"

At this, all the other Pikmin became horrified. "Oh no! Can't you tell it to let us live?" Flare pleaded.

"I can't! She's really mad, and she won't negotiate!" Ruby warned. "Attacking is useless! She's too powerful! We gotta get out of here!"

"...What?" Ignis said, bewildered. "I thought you said if we work together we can take down anything! Come on, let's attack!" He got up and rushed at the Snagret's foot, refusing to give up.

"No, Ignis, DON'T!" Ruby cried.

Continue reading here...

What do you think of the Story Serial? Please tell us here.

To see past episodes of this serial, go to PikminFanon:Pikmin Story Archive.


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