Wisty is Ash's two year younger sister

So she's eight

And she won't be in every single some he's an only and some he has a younger sister

Anyway

" Ash?" Misty called. " AAAAASH?*

" Ash? Where are you?" Brock shouted, his voice echoing through the Center

Misty sighed. " Where did that boy go?*

" You should know."

Misty turned. " How would I know?*

* You both like each other."

" So....?"

" So you're part of one another! You know how one another feels, where they are, ect."

Misty glanced at her aquamarine ring and silver bracelet. " Yeah, and I wonder where Wisty is."

Tracy came running up to them, breathing heavily. " I... Found them...." He heaved out as he put his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

" What happened?* Brock asked.

" They're.... In the.... Training.... Area..... Wisty...s....howing.... How he...r... Eevie... Isn't... Like.....any other...."

" Let's go! I wanna see too!" Misty exclaimed as she took off running.

" Wait!* Tracy gasped. " I just came back from running a mile around the island!"

" Deal with it!" The other two choursed.

Tracy sighed, and ran off behind them.

When they got there, Wisty has just released Eevie when she noticed the three onlookers. " Come on in," she invited. " I was gonna show Goofy over there my Eevie."

Ash shot her a look. " I hate you "

Wisty smiled sweetly at him. " Love you too."

They took their seats, and Wisty took a deep breath.

" Eevie, Flarion!"

The brown animal squeaked and transformered into the red evolved version of itself.

Everyone gasped. " Wow."

" Eevie, Vaporion."

" Good girl, Eevie! Jolteon! And while you're at it, jolt my brother, would you?*

" Umbreon!"

" Espeon!"

"Glaceon!"

" Leafeon!"

" Lastly.... Sylveon!*

They all gasped as Eevie transformered.

" Wow.... It can evolve and de-evolve!" Tracy said in awe.

Wisty giggled. " Wait till you see what's next."

She pulled a small, shiny blue Poke ball out of her pocket. " Eevie, Flarion and Vaporion!"

She threw the ball up, and it swirled around Wisty.

When it disappeared, Wisty was a Vaporion.

And Eevie a Flarion.

" Wisty? Is that you?* Ash asked as he ran to the blue Pokemon.

She nodded. " Yeah, Ooga Booga. It's me.*

Ash groaned. " Cut it out with the nicknames!"

Wisty giggled, the Vaporion form shimmering as she moved. "Come on, Ash! It's just a bit of fun!"

Tracy leaned closer, eyes wide. "This is incredible! Your Eevee can evolve into all those forms! But how did you manage to transform like that?"

Wisty, still in her Vaporion form, shrugged playfully. "I have a special Poké Ball that allows me to temporarily become my Pokémon! Isn’t it cool?"

Misty, still a little skeptical, crossed her arms. “So what’s the catch? You can’t just transform into any Pokémon, right?”

“Actually,” Wisty said, her voice taking on a slightly more serious tone, “I can only transform into the forms Eevee can take. It’s more of a fun trick than anything else. But I love it!”

"Speaking of tricks," Ash said, his eyes narrowing playfully. "Are you going to turn into Jolteon and zap me again? Because if you are, I'm going to—"

“Relax, Ash! I wouldn’t do that,” Wisty teased, flicking her tail. “For now, I’m just here to show off!”

“Alright, alright,” Ash replied, rolling his eyes. “Just don’t go too crazy with your transformations. We still need to train!”

Brock chimed in, “You should demonstrate more of Eevee’s abilities! Can you show us the different moves?”

Wisty nodded enthusiastically. “Absolutely! Eevee, let’s start with your special moves! Use Quick Attack!”

Eevee, transformed back from Flarion, darted forward with a burst of speed, the air around it crackling with energy as it zipped past the group, startling Tracy.

“Whoa! Look at it go!” Tracy exclaimed, barely managing to keep his balance.

“Now, Eevee, use Sand Attack!” Wisty instructed, and the little Pokémon kicked up a cloud of dirt that swirled around the training area, obscuring visibility for a moment.

“Impressive!” Misty called out, brushing the sand off her shoulder. “What else can it do?”

“Let me show you!” Wisty grinned. “Eevee, use Charm!”

With a playful stance, Eevee used its charm ability, causing everyone to pause in admiration, their hearts momentarily warmed.

“Okay, that’s adorable!” Misty admitted, a smile breaking through her serious facade. “I didn’t know it could do that!”

Wisty then pulled out a collection of eight Poké Balls—black, red, yellow, green, pink, white, lavender, and blue. “These are my special Poké Balls! Each one has a different function for training.”

“Let’s see what they do!” Ash urged, his excitement bubbling over.

“Alright! Here’s how it works,” Wisty explained, holding up the black one. “This is the Shadow Ball. It can create illusions of my Pokémon to confuse opponents.”

She tossed the black Poké Ball, and a dark shadow emerged, swirling around the training area, creating duplicates of Eevee.

“Whoa! That’s so cool!” Tracy gasped, trying to figure out which was the real Eevee.

“Now for the red one!” Wisty continued, tossing the red Poké Ball into the air. “This is the Flame Ball. It ignites flames to power up Fire-type moves!”

The ball opened, releasing a burst of fiery energy that encircled Eevee, enhancing its Fire-type abilities.

“Now for the yellow one!” Wisty tossed the yellow Poké Ball. “This is the Thunder Ball. It amps up Electric-type moves!”

Eevee sparked with energy as bolts of electricity crackled around it, making it glow with a bright aura.

“Okay, what’s next?” Ash said, his eyes shining with excitement as he clapped. “This is awesome!”

Wisty grinned, moving to the green Poké Ball. “This is the Leaf Ball! It enhances Grass-type moves. Eevee, let’s see what you’ve got!”

With that, the green Poké Ball burst open, showering Eevee with green light.

“Use Razor Leaf!” Wisty commanded.

Eevee summoned sharp leaves that whirled around, slicing through the air gracefully.

“Wow, I can’t believe how many different types of moves Eevee can learn!” Brock commented, impressed.

“Just wait until you see the rest!” Wisty said, moving to the pink Poké Ball. “This one’s the Love Ball! It boosts morale and increases friendship between Pokémon!”

As she threw the pink Poké Ball, a heart-shaped aura enveloped Eevee, and everyone felt a warm, comforting presence.

“This is amazing!” Misty said, feeling a rush of energy.

“Now, the white one!” Wisty continued, tossing it into the air. “The Healing Ball! It helps restore energy and HP for my Pokémon!”

A gentle light radiated from the white Poké Ball, enveloping Eevee, who began to sparkle with health and vitality.

“Alright, I think we get the idea! What about the lavender and blue ones?” Ash asked, now bursting with curiosity.

Wisty nodded. “The lavender one is the Dream Ball! It creates a calming effect for training.”

She tossed the lavender Poké Ball, and a serene mist filled the air, soothing everyone around.

“And finally, the blue one is the Aqua Ball!” she said, throwing it high. “It enhances Water-type moves!”

As it opened, a splash of water cascaded down on Eevee, who then shimmered in the light.

“Let’s see what Eevee can do with all of this!” Wisty said, excitement radiating from her.

“Let’s do it!” Ash shouted, ready for another round of training with his friends.

“Wait, but you used the blue one to transform?” Tracy piped up.

“Yeah!” Wisty replied enthusiastically, her excitement palpable. “Red for Flarion, blue for Vaporion, yellow for Jolteon, purple for Espeon, green for Leafeon, white for Glaceon, black for Umbreon, and pink for Sylveon!”

“Wow,” Ash said, genuinely impressed. “That’s so cool! Your Eevee can really do all that?”

“Yep!” Wisty smiled, enjoying the attention. She took a moment to transform back into her human form, the shimmering light dissipating as she tucked her Poké Balls away. “Okay, come on, Sprigatito!”

The little cat Pokémon bounded forward, meowing cheerfully. Wisty giggled, scratching Sprigatito behind the ears.

“Eevee, return!” she said, calling back her Pokémon into its Poké Ball.

Tracey furrowed his brow, curious. “How come Sprigatito always stays out?”

Wisty shrugged, her expression playful. “Same reason Pikachu does! They hate being inside a ball. Sprigatito loves exploring and being part of the action!”

Misty chimed in, “That makes sense. It’s like how my Psyduck never wants to be in its Poké Ball either. They just have a mind of their own!”

“Exactly!” Wisty nodded. “Plus, Sprigatito loves being with me, just like Pikachu loves being with you, Ash. Isn’t that right, buddy?”

Sprigatito purred contentedly, snuggling closer to Wisty.

Brock chuckled, shaking his head. “You all have such strong bonds with your Pokémon. It’s inspiring to see.”

“Thanks, Brock!” Wisty replied, her smile bright. “It’s all about trust and friendship!”

“Speaking of friendship,” Ash said, stretching his arms and looking determined, “how about we put that friendship to the test with a little battle?”

“Sounds good to me!” Wisty grinned. “Let’s see how our Pokémon handle some friendly competition!”

“Count me in!” Tracey added, excited about the challenge.

“Alright, but remember,” Misty warned, “no one gets too competitive! This is about having fun!”

As the excitement built, Ash and Wisty quickly grew competitive. What started as a friendly Pokémon battle turned into a full-blown contest of strength and agility between the two of them. They began pushing each other, sliding across the grassy training area, laughter turning into playful taunts.

“Bet you can’t catch me!” Ash shouted, darting to the side.

“Oh, you’re on!” Wisty replied, sprinting after him.

They zigzagged around trees, ducking and weaving, each trying to outmaneuver the other. At one point, Wisty leaped over a low branch, only to spin around and push Ash, sending him tumbling into a patch of soft grass.

Brock watched in disbelief, shaking his head. “This is concerning,” he said, crossing his arms. “I thought we were here for Pokémon battles, not wrestling matches.”

Misty nodded, her expression a mix of amusement and worry. “I know. They’re so caught up in this that they’re forgetting their Pokémon! What if one of them gets hurt?”

“Maybe we should intervene,” Brock suggested, glancing at Misty. “Before things go too far.”

Just then, Ash managed to regain his footing and retaliated with a playful shove, causing Wisty to stumble backward and nearly trip over Sprigatito. The cat Pokémon let out a startled meow, watching the chaos unfold with wide eyes.

“Hey! Watch it!” Wisty laughed, regaining her balance. “You’re going to pay for that!”

As they continued their playful antics, Misty sighed, her hands on her hips. “You two are going to end up in trouble if you’re not careful! We came here to train, not to make a scene!”

But Ash and Wisty were too wrapped up in their competitive spirit to notice, both grinning from ear to ear. With every push and slide, they were not just having fun; they were building their bond through this shared energy, completely oblivious to the concerned looks from Brock and Misty.

“Okay, Wisty, I’ll show you who’s the best!” Ash shouted, and they raced off again, laughter echoing through the training area.

Brock sighed, glancing at Misty. “I guess we’ll just have to keep an eye on them. This could get interesting.”

Misty nodded, a smirk creeping onto her face. “As long as they don’t take it too far, I suppose it’s good to let them have their fun.”

As Ash and Wisty continued their playful antics, Pikachu, who had been watching the chaos unfold from the sidelines, suddenly sprang into action. With a mischievous spark in his eyes, he unleashed a Thunderbolt that caught both of them by surprise.

“Pika-chuuuu!” he exclaimed, sending electricity buzzing through the air.

Ash and Wisty yelped, their laughter instantly turning to shrieks. The shock jolted through them, causing them to stumble backward in shock.

“Ow! Pikachu, what was that for?” Ash exclaimed, rubbing his head.

But Wisty’s face suddenly paled. “Oh no, it hit my brain!” she cried, her eyes wide with panic. “Sprigatito, where’s the nearest bathroom?”

Before anyone could respond, Wisty sprinted off, her stomach churning. Sprigatito, sensing the urgency, darted after her, meowing anxiously as they rushed toward the nearest restroom.

Brock and Misty exchanged worried glances. “Do you think she’ll be okay?” Brock asked, concern etched on his face.

Misty shrugged, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the situation. “I hope so! But we all know what happens when Wisty gets shocked like that.”

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Wisty barely made it to the stall in time. She pushed the door shut, and a series of sounds followed, the telltale signs of a lunch making an abrupt exit.

“Ugh, why did I eat that spicy ramen?” she groaned, her voice echoing slightly in the small space. “Note to self: never eat that again before a training session!”

Sprigatito waited just outside, pawing at the door with worry, meowing softly to check on her friend.

After a moment, Wisty emerged, looking a bit pale but relieved. “I think I’m good now,” she said, giving Sprigatito a reassuring pat on the head. “Pikachu’s little stunt nearly got me there!”

Back outside, Ash was still rubbing his head, trying to shake off the shock. “Well, that was unexpected. Do you think Pikachu meant to do that?” he wondered aloud.

“Maybe he thought you two needed a break from all that running around,” Brock replied with a chuckle.

Misty smirked. “Or maybe he just wanted to show who the real electric type is!”

As Wisty rejoined them, Ash raised an eyebrow, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Next time, let’s leave the shocking to the Pokémon, okay?”

“Deal!” Wisty laughed, her spirit returning as they all regrouped. “But just so you know, I’m still winning this competition!”

Wisty’s heart raced as she chased after Team Rocket’s balloon, determination burning in her eyes. “Come back here, you thieves!” she shouted, her voice echoing against the clear blue sky. They had taken her beloved Eevee and Pikachu, and there was no way she was going to let them get away with it.

As she sprinted forward, her feet pounding against the ground, she felt a surge of adrenaline. Sprigatito, her loyal companion, darted alongside her, meowing with urgency. But just as she was about to leap forward to grab hold of the balloon’s tether, the world around her began to spin. The excitement and exertion hit her all at once, and before she knew it, she blacked out.

Ash had been searching for Wisty when he finally spotted her lying on the ground. His heart dropped, and he rushed over. “Wisty! Wake up!” he called, shaking her gently. “Please wake up!”

Slowly, Wisty’s eyes fluttered open, and she blinked up at Ash, a bit dazed. As soon as she registered his face, she instinctively grabbed his hand, pulling him up with surprising strength. “Come on!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. “They took Pikachu and my Eevee!”

Ash’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wisty, hold on! You need to take a second!” But before he could finish, she had already released his hand and was sprinting off again, her determination unwavering.

“Sprigatito, come on!” Wisty yelled, glancing back at Ash over her shoulder. “We have to keep moving!”

“Wisty!” Brock called, jogging to keep up with her. “You can’t just rush off like this! You need to—”

“No time!” Wisty shouted, her voice fierce. She wasn’t about to slow down; not now, not when her Pokémon were in danger. “We have to get them back!”

With Sprigatito at her side, Wisty dashed down the path, her heart pounding in rhythm with her footsteps. “Come on, girl! We need to get Eevee back!” she urged, her determination unyielding.

But then, mid-sprint, she suddenly blurted out, “You guys have names!” She paused, a wild idea flashing through her mind. “Snowy, go! We have to get chocolate!”

Ash blinked, momentarily thrown off by her sudden shift in focus. “Chocolate?” he echoed, trying to catch up. “Wisty, are you okay? You’re talking about chocolate now?”

Wisty waved her hand dismissively, still racing ahead. “Wait, no! I want chocolate now! Mmmmmm, milk chocolate. With more chocolate.”

Ash exchanged a bewildered look with Brock, who raised an eyebrow in concern. “Do you think she’s actually okay?” Ash panted, struggling to keep pace. “I mean, she just blacked out and is now fixated on chocolate!”

“I don’t know,” Brock replied, his tone serious but also amused. “But it seems like she’s more focused on dessert than rescuing her Pokémon.”

“Wisty!” Ash called, his voice cutting through her chocolate daydream. “We need to stay on track here! Focus on rescuing Pikachu and Eevee first!”

Wisty finally slowed down, her mind catching up with her body. “Right! Focus, Wisty!” She took a deep breath, shaking her head to clear it. “Okay, let’s get back to finding Team Rocket and saving my Pokémon!”

As Wisty, Ash, and Brock approached Team Rocket’s hideout, they spotted the infamous trio laughing and plotting in their balloon. The sight ignited a fire within Wisty; she had to act quickly. “Snowy, go!” she shouted, pointing toward the balloon. “Break Coffee out!”

Brock, caught off guard, interjected, “Wisty, you can’t have coffee! You’re too young for that!” His brows furrowed in concern, and he took a step closer to her.

Wisty groaned in frustration, rolling her eyes. “Brock! Snowy is my Sprigatito’s name! Coffee was supposed to be my Eevee’s name. I’m just trying to figure one out for Eevee now!”

Ash, trying to keep the mood light, chimed in, “How about just Eevee? It’s the name Mom wanted to give you, but she never did.” He glanced at her, a soft smile on his face, hoping to ease her anxiety.

Wisty’s expression softened slightly at the mention of her mother. “Yeah, I know,” she admitted, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “But I still want to find a name that suits her perfectly!”

Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed from Team Rocket’s balloon. “Look at what we caught, Jessie! It’s Pikachu and that cute little Eevee!” James exclaimed, holding up a cage that contained her beloved Pokémon.

“Perfect for our collection!” Meowth chimed in, rubbing his paws together gleefully.

Wisty’s heart raced, her focus sharpening. “That’s it! We need to act now!” She looked at Ash and Brock, determination shining in her eyes. “We can’t let them keep them!”

“Right!” Ash said, clenching his fists. “Let’s show Team Rocket that they messed with the wrong trainers!”

“Snowy, use Vine Whip to break open that cage!” Wisty commanded, her voice steady and resolute.

“Just be careful, Wisty!” Brock urged, his eyes darting between her and the balloon. “Remember, they might have a trap ready!”

But Wisty was already in motion. “Don’t worry about me! We’ve got this!”

With a swift flick of her wrist, Sprigatito sprang into action, using its Vine Whip attack to reach for the cage holding Pikachu and Eevee. The green vines wrapped around the cage, tugging and pulling with all their might.

As the vines tightened, Team Rocket looked up in shock. “What the—?!” Jessie exclaimed, scrambling to regain control. “Stop that Pokémon!”

But it was too late. With a final, powerful yank, the cage swung open, and both Pikachu and Eevee burst out, jumping back to their trainers’ sides.

“Pikachu, use Thunderbolt!” Ash shouted, his voice filled with confidence.

“Eevee, let’s show them what you can do!” Wisty added, her excitement palpable as she watched her Pokémon spring into action.

Pikachu unleashed a bolt of electricity that lit up the sky, while Eevee prepared for an attack of her own, ready to fight alongside its friends. Wisty felt a surge of pride; they were going to rescue them together.

“Team Rocket’s blasting off again!” Meowth shouted as he and the others were sent flying, caught off guard by the combined might of Pikachu and Eevee’s attacks.

Wisty turned to Ash, a grin breaking across her face. “We did it! We saved them!”

Ash smiled back, and for a moment, the worry faded. “Yeah! And now we can figure out a name for Eevee together!”

Wisty smiled. " Actually, I'll take your advice and name her Eevie."

Ash smiled and opened his arms. Wisty ran into them.

Ash moaned for the others. " You too."