DISCLAIMER: CarpeDiemEveryday does not own Pokemon.

I remember the day you caught me. It had been yet another day of migrating to one secluded spot in the middle of the lake, avoiding predators, when your line snared me. You yanked me out of the water, and I recall your expression so perfectly. Your eyes had been bloodshot and you were so, so angry, but when you saw me, your face lit right up.

And I suppose that's when I decided I'd do whatever it took to make you that happy always, even if it meant surrendering my freedom. I had always been despised, cast out by the Gyarados and the Whiscash for being so hideous. That's why I became a loner, drifting far away from the rest, alone in the darkness of the mountain lake. But you smiled when you first saw me. Heck, you jumped on top of your poor Blastoise and started to dance! I had never made anyone happy, so I guess that's why I allowed you to capture me. You used a Quick Ball, and at the time, I assumed it was because you didn't want to cause me unnecessary pain. How wrong I was.

As soon as I had been captured, you hurriedly departed the cavern. You then rode your Fearow to a place called Hearthome City. I watched in fascination as you made something called a Poffin in a small shop. Your Blastoise informed me that you were, how did he put it, "an okay cook"? Well, let me just say that your Blastoise's taste buds need adjustment, because your Poffins were some of the nastiest things I had ever tasted! They were all dry as dust. Ugh! I for one prefer my food bitter, but dry is the absolute worst! And yet you forced them down my throat, still smiling, looking like something big was coming. What? What could possibly make you so happy?

Finally, I reached my limit, and could not eat anything more. You stared at me, expectant. Expecting what, I might ask? You stayed like that for a couple minutes, then you rummaged in your bag for a machine, no longer smiling. You aimed the device, I think it's called a Pokedex, towards me, read something on it, and swore. I was so confused. What had I done wrong? I let you capture me, didn't I? I ate your awful Poffins, didn't I? Did you want me to do a backflip or something? I performed one, just in case, but you didn't care. You were talking to yourself, muttering about how you were so close to obtaining a Milotic.

A Milotic? As in, Cousin Miles? I suddenly understood. My mother had told me about Cousin Miles. Apparently, he had been an ordinary Feebas, just like me, but one day he'd been captured. Then, he'd been fed some mystery diet and lo and behold transformed into a Milotic. That had been my dream! To have that grace, that beauty! To be able to sing instead of merely croaking! To be… accepted? Perhaps even loved? But now you were yelling about how I could never be a Milotic.

And then you turned your gaze on me, and there was no joy in your eyes. Only hate. And, now, perhaps, greed. You were talking to yourself, saying that, since I was incapable of becoming a Milotic and remained a useless Feebas, the only thing I'd be good for is breeding.

So now I stay here in the daycare, with only a blob of pink goo for company and your final words running through my head. Useless. I am useless for anything but breeding. Trapped in the daycare with the blob who sits there and smiles its sickly sweet smile…

But perhaps I will not fail you this time. Perhaps one of my daughters will become the Milotic you have always wanted. And then you will smile at me the way you did when we first met. But until then, I remain your failure Feebas.

Thanks for reading, folks. Reviews brighten my day and each one turns a failure Feebas into a Milotic (at least in my mind...) So if you have any sympathy with the poor wittle fishie, review.

Ta-ta and all that jazz,
CarpeDiemEveryday