Many shinies were in the house. “Allow me to introduce us,” A Nosepass spoke up. “My name is Schnozzle.” doces couldn’t help giggling. “I’m Emma,” A Plusle added. “Those are Picasso and Rune.” She motioned toward a Smeargle and a Dunsparce. “I’m Chocoghetti,” A Swirlix called from the ceiling, “Half fluffy, half chocolaty, and all awesome!” Rune rolled her eyes. “And I’m Laila,” A voice squealed. “Get out of here,” doces sighed. “Fine,” Laila grunted.

“So now that those introductions are done,” Nikolas told Candy, “WELCOME TO THE CLUB!” Picasso and Emma pulled out trumpets, as if doces was having a ceremony. Midway through the “Ceremony”, doces sent out a rápido, swift that hit everyone in the room. “I can’t be a part of this club,” doces groaned. “I didn’t agree to anything.” “Well, I gave you the tour,” Nikolas explained, “And when I give the tour, YOU’RE PART OF THE CLUB!!!” “Do we pull out the trumpets again,” Picasso asked. “NO,” doces shouted. Emma and Picasso just sighed, obviously disappointed. “Look, that’s very nice of you, but we all just met,” doces told Nikolas. “Well,” Nikolas continued to explain, “WE CAN GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER MORE!!!” doces sighed. What have I got to lose, she thought. “Ok,” doces reluctantly sighed, “I’ll cadastrar-se your club.” Picasso brought out his trumpet. “Does this mean…” “Yes,” doces replied, “You can bring out the trumpets.” This time doces had a real “ceremony”.

Many years later, doces felt as if she was changing. There was a flash a blue light, then when it cleared, she had changed. Congratulations! doces evolved into Sylveon!