A/N: Hai! :3 I would like to remind any readers that this is my first story ever, so if it sucks, I'm sorry.

Spritzee has always been one of my favorite pokemon, so i wanted to write a story about a Particular one I raised in Y.

Trubbish, would you like to do the honors?

Disclaimer Trubbish: Carly does not own Pokemon, Nintendo, or any characters from the games.

Without further ado, Enjoy Sweetie!


It was a normal, sunny day. Smeargles were painting on the sides of The Battle Chateau, Duckletts played in the water, Bunnelbys played with the earth, Flabebes danced with flowers, and The Roselias and Croagunks… Well, i can't go near them, so I don't know what they did. But anyway, Today was a peaceful spring day, and no other pokemon in Route 7 is more calm than us Spritzees.

We're small, kinda bird-ish, pink, with really tiny wings, and a puff of feathers on our heads. Our feet are lavender, and our entire face area is plain white. We have large, red and black eyes with thick-ish black eyelashes. The reason we can't go near Croagunks and Roselias is because their poison types, and if you didn't know, Poison is effective against fairy. At least that's what my Siblings told me.

My family, consisting of Two Aromatisse, and 4 Spritzees, always were a little overprotective, But they were wonderful. We lived in a large nest made of flowers underneath a tree near Route 7. My Parents said someday we would be caught by these things called "Humans" and we would live happily with them. I saw a couple of humans near Route 7, and Oh My Xerneas, did they look weird.

Every day, we head outside to play and Eat, and be free. Today was pretty normal. We went outside, Two of my brothers played tag with some Ducklett, and my Sisters perched near the ledge of the river and sipped some of the

clear, sky blue water. I, being the lazy Pokemon that i am, Chilled in my usual bath of flower petals, attempting to put my wings behind myself.

That is, until, I heard the flowers ruffle, and Multiple Pokemon running away. I floated up to see what all the hustle was, and I saw my family, in my nest, Looking at me, half scared, half happy. I turned myself to see what they were scared of, and that is when I…

When I…

Saw Her.