Twigs 'n' Frubbles

A Fennekin x Froakie One-shot Series

#1: The Apple

Fennekin sat alone beneath a large tree. High above her is an apple, hanging from a branch. She stared at the red fruit with her glistening, envious orange eyes. Suddenly, her stomach rumbled, startling her. Fennekin began to whimper, wondering how on Earth she could reach the apple and satisfy her hunger. She began to lose all hope, until her friend Froakie hopped beside her.

"Hey Fennekin!" Froakie greeted, "Why are you all alone, is something the matter?"

"Hi Froakie." Fennekin replied, "It's not that I want to be alone, I'm hungry and I can't figure out how to get that apple up there." The Fox Pokémon pointed at the fruit with her paw.

Froakie looked at it and gathered his thoughts.

"I thought you liked to snack on twigs?" Froakie said.

"Of course I do." Fennekin explained, "But right now I'm craving something different, like a juicy red apple."

"Stop!" Froakie chuckled, "Now you're making me hungry."

Fennekin giggled at the Bubble Frog Pokémon.

"Have you tried climbing the tree?" Froakie asked.

"Yeah, but my claws aren't sharp enough." Fennekin looked at one of her delicate paws that beared small claws, which unfortunately could not grip the bark of the tree, "I wish my species could learn Hone Claws."

"How about using Flamethrower?" Froakie suggested.

"Are you insane?!" Fennekin panicked, "And risk burning the apple, or setting the whole tree ablaze?!"

"Right, right." Froakie scratched the back of his head, "Stupid me. I wasn't thinking."

"Don't beat yourself up." Fennekin shook her head at him then continued to stare at the apple.

Her stomach rumbled again. Fennekin blushed, feeling embarrassed that Froakie heard it.

"Don't worry about it, Fennekin." Froakie laughed, "That happens to Ash all the time, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Fennekin laughed with him, "That boy's got a ferocious appetite. I wonder what Serena sees in him. Anyways, got another suggestion?"

"I could try to get it for you." Froakie said.

"You would do that...for me?" Fennekin gazed at the Water-type.

Froakie smiled at the Fire-type and blushed a little.

"Of course, let me handle it." Froakie nodded at her before springing in the air and climbing one of the lower tree branches.

"Be careful, Froakie!" Fennekin hollered at him.

"Don't worry, Fennekin." Froakie replied, "This is a piece of PokéPuff!"

The Bubble Frog Pokémon jumped from tree branch to tree branch, until he reached the branch that carried the apple. He carefully crawled toward the apple and picked it with his little white hand.

"See, I got it!" Froakie waved the apple at Fennekin.

"Yay!" Fennekin jumped up and down.

She gazed lovingly at Froakie's heroic stance, holding up the apple in triumph, but their celebration came to an end, because out of nowhere a Spearow dived at Froakie and snatched the apple from its stem with its beak.

"Hey, what's the big idea?!" Froakie shouted at the Spearow, who perched on another tree branch, "That's Fennekin's apple, give it back!"

"I don't see her name on it, frog boy!" Spearow shot back, "First come, first serve!"

"That's not true!" Froakie said, "You stole it!"

"Yeah, hand it over, thief!" Fennekin cried, her face was blistering with anger.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Spearow took to the air again with the apple in his talon's grasp, "Oh wait, you two aren't Flying-types. What a shame!" Spearow teasingly glided around the tree.

"That's it, I've had enough!" Froakie said.

Froakie jumped from the tree branch, formed a Water Pulse attack between his palms, and hurled it at the Spearow. The Flying-type swiftly avoided the attack.

"That's the best you can do?!" Spearow laughed, "You call yourself a Pokémon?"

Froakie landed on the ground beside Fennekin and stared up at the Spearow with pure hatred.

"What are we gonna do, Froakie?" Fennekin asked.

"Leave it to me!" Froakie replied.

Froakie then shot several Bubble attacks into the air toward Spearow, who was not paying attention as he continued to laugh. Froakie bounced on each bubble that floated in place and used Pound on Spearow. The Tiny Bird Pokémon flailed in the air, still gripping the apple. In retaliation, Spearow attacked with Peck. Being trapped in mid-air, Froakie was powerless to avoid the move and was hit, crash-landing on the ground.

"Froakie, NO!" Fennekin chased after her friend, "Froakie, are you okay?"

"Never better." Froakie stood up and brushed the dirt off his body.

"You're weak, frog boy!" Spearow cackled, "You'll never be able to retrieve this apple for your girlfriend there." The Spearow began to laugh uncontrollably again.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Fennekin shouted.

The Fox Pokémon spat an Ember attack at the Spearow. It was a direct hit. The Spearow panicked and let go of the apple.

"Oh no, it'll be turned to mush!" Froakie cried.

He chased after the falling fruit, leaped in the air, caught it, and landed with a sophisticated somersault.

"I got it, it's ours!" Froakie held the apple in the air in triumph once again, "You lose, bird boy!"

"This isn't the last you'll see of me!" Spearow flew out their sight with its tail feathers caught on fire and a trail of smoke following him.

Carrying the apple, Froakie rejoined Fennekin.

"Awesome job with that Ember!" Froakie complimented.

"Thanks." Fennekin blushed, "I have to say, you were very brave."

Froakie chuckled and blushed as well.

"Do you think he'll really come back?" Fennekin asked.

"Eh, whatever if he does." Froakie rolled his eyes, "He's a sore loser, we'll teach him a lesson."

Fennekin's eye contact on Froakie switched to the apple in his hand. Froakie noticed and almost forgot.

"Anyways, here's your apple." Froakie handed Fennekin the fruit.

Just then, Froakie's stomach rumbled.

"Oh, uh..."

"Want to share it?" Fennekin giggled, "After all, you went through most of the trouble getting it for me."

"Sure!"

Froakie placed the apple on the ground before them.

"You've got the claws." Froakie insisted.

With a blink of an eye, Fennekin sliced the apple in half using Scratch. The Fox and Bubble Frog Pokémon proceeded to eat their respective halves of the fruit. In a matter of seconds, they devoured their snack and it rested in their stomachs.

"Aw man, that was good!" Froakie rubbed his tummy.

"You can say that again." Fennekin said, smacking her lips, "Twigs are good and all, but that apple tasted amazing. Thanks for everything, Froakie. You're a great friend."

"Anytime, Fenney!" Froakie smiled at the Fire-type. He felt his heart pounding faster.

"Fenney?" Fennekin chuckled.

"Oh sorry, if you don't like that nickname I'll won't-" Froakie quickly apologized, but Fennekin gently placed her paw on his mouth, silencing him.

"No, I like it, actually." She smiled, and Froakie relaxed, "It's cute."

"Froakie?" Ash called in the distance.

"Fennekin? Are you out there?" As did Serena.

"We better head back to camp." Fennekin said.

"Agreed, how about a race?" Froakie challenged his friend.

"Oh, you're on!" Fennekin accepted with a confident wink. With that, the two Pokémon dashed their way back to camp where their trainers awaited.