"Oww…"

Whe-where am I?

My eyes opened slowly but I quickly shut them when the light blinded me. I opened them again, only this time I put my hand in front of my eyes. From the looks of it, I was in some sort of forest. How did I even get here?

A thought occurred to me.

What happened, anyway? I don't remember coming into any forest. Actually, I don't remember much of anything!

Suddenly I noticed something about my hand. It was blue and I only had four fingers.

"W-what the…?"

I looked at my other hand and it was blue as well. I looked around, trying to find something to look at my reflection. I saw a small, rustling creek. It would have to do for now.

I rushed to it and looked into the water. My whole face was blue. My eyes were large and blue as well. My dark brown hair was silky and smooth. My head was also covered in a light blue cap, just a shade or two lighter than my skin. I was clothed in dark blue overalls and a white shirt.

Looking at my reflection, I also noticed my current size as well. I wasn't very tall at all.

Even with all of that, I looked like a complete mess. Scratches covered my body and my hair was a complete mess. I had dark blue bruises on my arms and one on my right cheek. My clothes and hat were coated in mud.

"Wh-what am I? Who am I?"

I just remembered that important fact. I don't know my own name.

"And what happened to me?"

Instantly, a scent hit my nose. I sniffed the air again. It smelled very…sweet. I followed my nose and walked to the source. It looked like it was coming from a berry bush. I looked closer to see multiple blue berries on the bush. And there were many other bushes around me.

I picked a berry from where I could reach it and held it in both of my hands. I sniffed its sweetness again and shrugged, thinking it wasn't poisonous, and bit into it.

My eyes widened. It was delicious! I finished the berry and grabbed another.

~10 minutes later~

"Hmm," I sighed contently, sitting against the bush while patting my stomach. "A full stomach sure does feel good."

I looked up at the sky and saw it was getting close to being sunset.

"I should find some shelter," I confirmed. "I should also pack some of these berries."

I found some leaves, twigs and vines and crafted them into a basket. How I was able to, I don't know.

I started climbing the bush to pick berries. Hopefully, I could pick some and find a place to stay before nightfall.

~No POV~

"GUTSY! C'mon, wait up!" Brainy yelled while he, Clumsy, Grouchy, Handy, and Vanity tried to catch up with the leader of the small band of Smurfs. Technically, Gutsy wasn't the leader, but he always took it upon himself to guide the Smurfs whenever he can. Even if it was anything as small as a Smurfberry gathering trip.

"C'mon, laddies!" Gutsy yelled with gusto to the other Smurfs as he climbed into one of the many Smurfberry bushes. Yes, he wasn't called Gutsy for nothing. "Hike up yer skirts and get smurfn'! We don't have all day!"

With that, Gutsy jumped from bush to bush, picking the plumpest and most delicious looking Smurfberries. It wasn't until he picked his fifth berry that he spotted a particular Smurfberry that looked especially delicious in another bush.

"Look et that beauty," Gutsy muttered to himself as he prepared to leap from his current bush to the other.

In that particular bush, however, the no-named Smurfette was still collecting her berries when she noticed a juicy looking berry. She 'hmm'ed in delight as she started climbing for the berry.

When she got up there, she went to pick the berry. But when she went to pull it to her, she felt resistance. She knew that berries stayed to their branches very well, but not this strongly. She felt weak (and thought it was because of her current injuries), but she should be able to pluck a berry off of a bush.

What's going on here? She thought as she tugged harder at the berry.

At the other end of the berry, Gutsy was struggling to pull the berry from its place.

What's this? No Smurfberry's gone and smurf itself this good before.

Gutsy grunted as he finally retrieved the Smurfberry. But not only the berry alone.

He was about to cry out in triumph, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a shocking sight. An injured-looking Smurfette holding on to the Smurfberry. Only this one had long, dark brown hair.

The Smurfette yelped at the sight of him which made him yelp back and let go of the Smurfberry. Which made him also drop her. She tumbled to the ground but was quick to recover and grabbed her basket of berries and made a dash for it.

Very curious and concerned at this hurt Smurfette, Gutsy shook out of his daze, jumped to the ground and ran after her.

"Yesh! This lassie's quick on'er feet!" Gutsy muttered to himself as he did his best to catch up to her.

Especially in 'er condition, Gutsy thought, impressed by her strength and endurance.

She tired going through bushes and under tree roots to shake Gutsy off, but being the Smurf that he is, he found ways around all of it as well as she did.

The Smurfette ran as fast as she could, trying to escape the mysterious blue creature. She didn't want her condition to get any worse than it already was. Also, he didn't look that threatening, but since as far as she was concerned, anything seems possible at the moment.

She gasped as she looked back to see that the blue-skinned and blue-kilted creature still pursued her. And he was catching up quickly.

She looked ahead and noticed a long, flexible branch. She smirked at the idea.

Perfect, she thought as she sped up and held onto the branch tightly and pulled it back.

Gutsy noticed that she sped up and escaped his vision.

"What the…? Where'd she go-" Gutsy's words were cut short as the branch was released and hit him clear on the forehead. Normally, it would only result in a cut, but it was pulled back very far and was very thick.

Gutsy stumbled backwards a bit with a dazed gleam in his eyes and a goofy, dizzy grin on his face.

"Sweet giblets," he slurred as he finally collapsed flat on his back.

The Smurfette smirked and took off further away with her collection of Smurfberries.

"Hey, Smurfs? Where's Gutsy?" Clumsy asked, feeling uneasy that their tough, outgoing friend was nowhere to be seen. He was currently struggling with a bucket of fresh water.

"Hey, it's Gutsy we're talking about. He's tough. We don't need to worry about him. He can take care of himself," Grouchy grumbled. He hid it very well, but Grouchy was as worried as any of the other Smurfs.

"SMURFS!" Came a shout from one of the other Smurfberry bushes. The other Smurfs turned to see Handy running to them with shock and worry plastered on his blue face.

"Smurfs! Come quick! It's Gutsy!"

Handy ran and lead the other Smurfs to where he found their friend. They gasped as the saw Gutsy, motionless and unconscious on the forest floor. They circled the Smurf, wondering how he got this way.

"W-what do we do?" Clumsy asked nervously.

"I know what to do," Grouchy smirked mischievously. The others looked at him curiously, but before anysmurf could ask, Grouchy pushed Clumsy. Clumsy stumbled and accidentally dropped the water in the bucket onto Gutsy.

Gutsy took in a sharp inhale of breath and coughed at the sudden wake-up call. He sat up with a start and immediately regretted it. A wave of pain shot through his skull and he groaned in response.

"Alright, that hurt," Gutsy grumbled while rubbing his temples. The other Smurfs looked at him with genuine concern.

"Sheesh, Gutsy! What happened to you?" Grouchy asked.

Gutsy only gave him a confused stare. Grouchy rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" Vanity cried as Grouchy snatched his mirror from him and showed Gutsy his reflection. Mostly of his face which had a bruise and a large scrape.

"Wow," Gutsy muttered, running a finger across the bruise and winced as he got to the wound. "This is…great!"

"Huh?" All the Smurfs said in complete shock.

"Well, lads. Ye can't live life without getting a few battle scars, can ye?" Gutsy chuckled while admiring the 'wounds' of his battle with the Smurfette.

"Battle scars? You mean someone did this to you? Who?" Handy asked worriedly.

"Dat's what's even more shockin', laddies! It was a Smurfette!" Gutsy as he exclaimed, coming to his feet. "I've gotta find that lassie!"

Everysmurf's jaw dropped at what their friend just said. The only Smurfettes they ever knew were the lovely Smurfette and adventurous smurfling, Sassette. Hearing that there was another Smurfette, one that may have not been created by Gargamel, would be a big shock to them.

Vanity grabbed his mirror from Gutsy's grip and looked at his reflection. He examined his features (then again, when doesn't he?) and smiled as he asked, "Not more beautiful than me, is she, Gutsy?"

"Actually, there's a one in a billionth chance that there'd be a mysterious Smurfette out here," Brainy stated matter-of-factly.

Everyone turned to him with shocked expressions. Only Gutsy's face held a menacing scowl.

"What?" He snarled.

"I mean, due to your bruise, I say you only hit yourself in the head and dreamed the Smurfette up. Furthermore, there are no other Smurfettes besides our own."

Suddenly, Gutsy marched up to Brainy and held his shoulders in a death grip. He pulled him eye-to-eye and growled, "Ye callin' me a liar, laddie?"

"W-well n-n-no, but…" Brainy stammered, but was cut off by Gutsy's reply.

"Alrighty, then!"

Gutsy pushed Brainy away and stormed off in another direction.

"Gutsy? Where're you goin'?" Handy called to the retreating Smurf.

Gutsy turned back, but not stopping, and replied, "I'm goin' to find the Smurfette, ya numpties! The lassie was all cut up and hurt! Can't let'er go off in that condition, can I?"

It was only a second later that Gutsy disappeared from their eyesight. And it wasn't another second later that Clumsy started stumbling after him.

"And where do you think you're going, Clumsy?" Brainy scowled.

"Golly, Brainy, I just wanna meet the Smurfette. Besides, she might be in trouble!"

Clumsy continued to stumble in Gutsy's direction and not long after, Vanity began to strut off in that very direction while admiring his reflection.

"Vanity? You too?" Handy asked.

Vanity turned to them with a scowl, but also not stopping, and defended, "Gutsy never answered my question. I need to smurf if this Smurfette is more beautiful than Vanity Smurf!"

As soon as Vanity vanished, Brainy lectured, "Well, they can go and smurf all they want. But I'm telling you, there's a one in a billionth-huh?"

Brainy looked around, shocked at his sudden loneliness, and saw that Handy and Grouchy were running ahead in said direction.

"Hey!"

"I wanna see her, too!" Handy called back sheepishly.

"That, and I want to see you be wrong! And getting a break from your mouth is nice, too," Grouchy added with a smirk before the two Smurfs disappeared in the bushes.

"Humph! I don't need them. I can smurf Smurfberries all by myself," Brainy grumbled. Then, he noticed it was getting dark. And it was getting creepy.

With a lump in his throat, he ran in to the others while yelling, "Wait! Wait for me!"

While walking beside Grouchy, Handy asked perplexed, "Isn't Brainy usually wrong, anyway?"

Grouchy smirked again and said, "Yes. But this time, I'll actually have proof."