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This was it, the end of your life. You were trapped against a cliff wall with no place to run. In front of you, an angry horde of Beedrill, ready to turn you to mince-meat. You could see the blazing anger in their eyes, the sound of your death hidden amongst the deafening buzzing of their wings in unison. You gulped, body shaking and legs daring to give out from underneath you. This was it for you. No escape, no hope. In an instant, the Beedrill lunged at you, the mass of angry Pokemon hurdling towards you in a cloud of death. Your eyes went wide and you crumpled to the ground, crying for help.

Your eyes flew open in the midst of your scream, and you found yourself laying in your sleeping bag. You whipped yourself upright, panting hard. You were sweating, and tears were still falling from your cheeks. It was only a dream. A recurring nightmare you've had ever since the day you almost perished at the stingers end of a Beedrill army. You took a shaky sigh, trying not to break down again, still trying to convince yourself everything was okay.

Just then, you felt something touch you. Your whole body went stiff, and you almost screamed again. But something stopped you, a massive, yet gentle hand set over your mouth. Seeing the hand, you relaxed almost immediately and laughed a shaken, laugh of relief. You realized that the touch was that of your best friend, Chesnaught. You turned your head back to see the Pokemon's face ridden with worry and fear.

"Ches....?" he asked. He was checking to see if you were okay. You smiled a little and nodded, your eyes meeting his.

"Yeah buddy, I'm alright, don't worry about it."

Of course, saying that to the behemoth grass type was like telling a fire type to go and take a swim; it wasn't going to happen. He frowned at you and shook his head, sighing himself now. He picked you up carefully in his arms, setting you on his lap. He then wrapped his arms around you in a hug, trapping your petite form behind a wall of muscle. Knowing it was pointless to fight against him, you sighed and let your body collapse back against him.

Feeling you relax in his arms, Chesnaught smiled a little. He loosened his grip on you a little and began to slowly rock his body back and forth, mumbling soft whispers of comfort to you in his Pokemon language, his own version of a lullaby. You couldn't help but crack a smile and melted into him. You set your head against his fluffy chest and shut your eyes. Just below your head, you could hear his steady heartbeat thumping rhythmically, adding another layer of soothing to the already calming lullaby Chesnaught hummed.

It never ceased to amaze you how this Pokemon, a big, intimidating Grass/Fighting type that could flip a tank with one single tackle of was such a fathering Teddiursa to you. He was always fretting over you, making sure you were safe and happy. Not that you blamed him, of course. After all, he had been your father's Chespin originally. He and your dad had went on a journey once upon a time, but it ended when he met your mom.

Skip a decade later and you were already age ten. You were on the way home from trainer school at the time, excited for the nearing graduation into trainer-hood. You had just stepped into the house when you saw your mom in the living room, broken down on the couch and sobbing. Freaking out at this point you went over to her and asked what was wrong. She was barely audible through all the tears, but what you managed to make out was a punch straight to the gut.

Your father was dead. There had been some sort of accident at his work, and he had lost his life in the midst of it. You couldn't believe, and in fat you didn't. You got angry, yelling at your mom, calling her a liar. Before she could even look up to console you, you had rushed out the back door to the forest behind your house, tears streaking down your face the entire time. You were upset beyond belief. You had just seen your dad this morning, there was no way he could be dead!

You stopped a mile out from your house under a tree. You were sobbing hysterically by now, yelling loud and punching a tree, trying to stop the pain you felt in your chest. Suddenly, you heard a loud buzzing start up. You looked up, startled, trying to figure out what it was. In an instant from the top of the trees, a swarm of Beedrill descended down upon you, their eyes glazed over in anger. You went numb and stumbled back. The tree you had been beating on had turned out to be a massive nest, and you were not welcome there.

They buzzed in the air just above you. Time was frozen, you couldn't move. But the second they made a move towards you, you were out of there and running away from the angry swarm. You were fast, but they were too, and they were gaining fast. You tried to twist around the trees to throw them off, but your efforts were in vain. Eventually, you found yourself caught at a dead end, the face of a cliff where the forest ended. You couldn't go any farther, and now the Beedrill were right on top of you. You backed up against the wall as much as you could until you were pressed flat against it, yet the angry bugs inched closer.

This was it, you thought. Not only was your dad dead, now you were too. Time seemingly slowed down. Your pounding heart, the charging Beedrill, your panicked screams, it all seemed to go in slow motion. You had shut your eyes and curled up on the ground, waiting for and accepting death as your fate.

But it never came. You heard the sounds of attacking, but you never felt any stinging or blistering pain. You dared to open your eyes after a few moments. Before you stood a familiar face, with his arms raised up in a Spiky Shield. It was your dad's Chesnaught, standing in front of you, blocking the waves of Beedrill attacks.

After that, nothing. You had passed out after seeing Chesnaught and couldn't remember what had happened. Whether it be the shock or the exhaustion, your mind and body had given out. All you knew was that the last thing you remember before waking up in your bed at home in your mother's arms was being in Chesnaught's arms, safe and alive, far away from the Beedrill.

You were suddenly jolted from your memory by an unexpected movement from Chesnaught. You looked up, surprised and saw his face once again riddled with worry. You were confused at first, until you saw that there was dampness on his chest where your head had rested. You blinked a few times and wiped your cheeks, finding tears there. You hadn't even noticed it, but as you were laying there in Chesnaught's embrace, you had begun crying whilst you remembered that day so long ago.

You sighed and wiped your face off on your arm. Looking back up at Chesnaught, you apologized once more and told him that you were okay now. Again, he didn't have any of it and frowned. He set his hand on your cheek, brushing yours aside and wiped away the last of the tears. He rubbed your cheek a little, then leaned his head in towards you, setting it atop yours gently.

You blushed a bit and almost pulled away, but something stopped you. It was odd, but when Chesnaught set his head on yours, you were reminded of your dad. It came as a surprise to you, but it was soon drowned out by the realization that Chesnaught was, in essence, your dad. He was the one who had saved you all those years ago, and ever since that day, he had done nothing but protect and care for you. Since he had been your dad's best friend, it was only natural that when he had died, he would assume responsibility for you.

You felt extremely relieved all of the sudden, like some sort of subconscious fear or worry had dissipated in an instant. With it, a new wave of tears began cascading from your eyes. You loosed a sob, then buried your head in Chesnaught's chest once more. He was surprised at first, but then smiled softly and rocked you once more, beginning his lullaby once more. Through your sobs, you found a warm comfort in his voice, another reminiscent feature Chesnaught shared with your father, and just another reason for you to realize, that it was all okay. No nightmare mattered. All that did was that you were safe in your Dad's, Chesnaught's, arms.