Author's Note

As of publishing this chapter, I am suffering from yet another writer's block. While I have already written 8 chapters for arc 4, as I mentioned before, I am not comfortable publishing new chapters if I'm not 10 or 15 chapters ahead, or if I have finished writing this fic.

Instead of waiting for me to get the writer's block out of the way, I decided to publish the rest of arc 3. I hope you all have been enjoying the fic so far, but I'm going to have to put the fic on hold until I can get back into writing again. My focus and attention has shifted to digital art lately, where I practice and upload one piece of art at least once a week.

Anyway, I do want to finish this fic, but for now, it's on hold.

See you all later~

Chapter 02 - 05 Deleted Scene
Plu's History

The Pangoro carefully puts his sleeping daughter on her bed. He pulls the sheets over her and then places a quiet kiss on her forehead. She smiles in her sleep as he walks toward the door, and looks at the Eevee on the futon staring at him.

He chuckles. "What? You want a kiss, too?"

"Where did Plu come from?" He glares at him when he sees the tall Pokémon's smile growing wider. "And don't give me that bullshit."

The Pangoro chuckles as he scratches his head, his smile fading. "Well, we adopted her."

"Your wife mentioned something interesting earlier."

The Pangoro stands quiet, staring at him.

He shrugs. "Slip of the tongue, maybe?" He looks up at him. "But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He looks down. "It's honestly not my business anyway."

The Pangoro takes a deep breath and sighs, carefully sitting on the edge of his daughter's bed, smiling at her sleeping form. "It's...not really a story I like sharing, kid." He looks at him. "But well, I guess I'll just give you the short version."

The Eevee nods his head. "Alright."

The large Pokemon looks back at his daughter, his smile now gone. "She...was a wild."

The Eevee blinks.

The Pangoro continues: "My team and I were in a dungeon, and we saw her being chased by other wilds. We knocked out her pursuers to rescue her, but turns out she was wild." He sighs. "Before I could deliver the finishing blow, she spoke." He looks at him. "Wilds don't talk. They never do."

The sleeping Nickit stirs in her sleep, and her soft, quiet snores barely break the silence.

"I told her to join me. Thankfully, she did, and thankfully, the wife was okay for us to have her as our own."

He looks at him with a sad smile.

"The first year was tough. She was like an infant, barely knows how things work, and at the same time, she was still a wild, so she randomly attacks us and destroys things with little to no warning."

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"We had to close the restaurant a lot, and I had to work extra hard in the guild just to get by, because we still haven't paid this place in full yet. Sarah had to endure her. But, in the end..."

He looks at her daughter, and lightly pats her head, making her smile and mumble something in her sleep.

"We were able to send her to school. Can't seem to overcome her shyness though."

"Why isn't she in school?" the Eevee asks.

He turns to the Eevee. "Spring break. School starts the week after the festival."

"Ah."

"Well anyway," the Pangoro starts as he rises up. "That's the story." He lets out a long yawn and rubs his eye. "I'm gonna go get some shuteye, kid."

The Eevee nods his head as the Pangoro closes the door. He then lies down on his back, the small pillow on his small head, and he stares at the dark wooden ceiling of the room.

He closes his eyes, sighs, and tries to go to sleep.