"Oh... my..."

he finds himself in a human's house... with one still around

Forty days. It had been forty days since Olimar crash landed on PNF-404, which was far longer than he wanted it to be, but he managed the best he could. Which was pretty well, actually, since he was nearing being able to fully fix the S.S. Dolphin and head back to Hocotate.

The final parts were in a large, looming structure that he couldn't identify. Upon entering, it was nothing like the wilds he knew prior. Soft and slightly coarse flooring, large stilted surfaces, and what seemed to be seats fit for goliaths met his gaze. It was confounding, yet oddly familiar. He couldn't place why, nor did he have the time to. He had a mission to set out on.

He pattered along the carpet, leading his flock of Pikmin to a potential site where he can set up base. Olimar felt a jolt of adrenaline when he heard one of his precious Pikmin squeak in alarm, and stopped in his tracks to look behind him.

There, casting a large shadow over him and his group of equally startled Pikmin, was the largest creature he had seen on this planet. Olimar had seen some big beasts, but this was a whole different story.

"Oh... my..." Olimar breathed, ever so slightly fogging up his helmet before snapping back to the reality that was his Pikmin running around in total disarray. He blew into his whistle to calm them back to normal, and turned to run from this terrifying sight, the antenna on his helmet bobbing with every quickened step.

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parts of definition inspired by pepper mint

coughs. my writing sucks for this one . whatevr. um... might not post . mightt. idk