Hello and welcome to this fanfiction about live-streamer WKMoth and his followers. If you are unaware, WKMoth is a very entertaining live-streamer on Twitch and I highly recommend that if you have the chance, watch him when he is live. Anyway, WKMoth along with many of his followers gave me their expressed permission to use them in this fanfiction; so I would like to thank them for supporting me in creating this fanfiction and having a huge impact on the final version!

Also, if you weren't aware; this fanfiction may contain mild suggestive content, swearing, limes, violence, minor gore, minor nudity and scenes that may offend or disturb young or sensitive viewers. This fanfiction also uses characters from Sony Computer Entertainment's Shadow of the Colossus video game series.

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fan-fiction that uses characters from the Shadow of the Colossus franchise. Shadow of the Colossus is owned and trademarked by Sony Computer Entertainment. I do not claim ownership of any characters in the Shadow of the Colossus franchise. The Story has been created by me and is not purported or believed to be a part of Sony Computer Entertainment's story canon. The story of for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to any character that is owned by anyone other than Sony Computer Entertainment is purely coincidental. I am not profiting financially from the creation or publication of this story. I am grateful to Sony Computer Entertainment for their spectacular video games, without them my story would not exist.

Legend says that the Earth was created from the burial of the final Mothra. The Mothra were a super intelligent race of Homo sapiens who had the features of what would later be known as Moths. The legend of the Earth's creation is that the Biyaketes, a similar species who dealt with arms trading, destroyed their planet and purged their species, but before the final Mothra could perish, it used their species' ultimate technology to form the Earth, burying itself within the core in the process; never dying, but never living.

April 24th 2027

San Francisco, California

"Hello? My name is Derpsticle… I-I'm not sure if anyone will see this… But everything's gone to hell... The resistance has crumbled… I-I was a fool to join up… I never should have listened to Blood… Oh god, their coming... I just wanted to stop people dying! Death has plagued us ever since Chum took over… The entire planet is controlled by him and his metal monstrosities… And now, he has something else… C-Curse it all, I helped! I didn't even know what it was! I-I knew it was a weapon… But, I had never seen it in action… I didn't know what it was capable of… If anyone finds this, I just want you to know… I-I didn't mean for any of this… I-I just wanted peace! Me and the others… The others… I did this for them… The people who treated me like family… W-We were promised that the door was strong enough… It wasn't… Well, time to pay for my mistakes… WKMoth… If you see this… Stop him… For me… For the others… Don't let us remain under his reign of terror… Save us from this eternal war!"

That was where the video stopped. It wasn't this 'WKMoth' who saw it though, it was a man named Red.

12 years ago, a vast army suddenly emerged out of nowhere; this army consisted of soulless metal replications of animals, both known and unknown. They merciless rampaged across each continent, imprisoning anyone who surrendered and eliminating all those otherwise. These robotic creatures claimed that they only answered to someone or something named, 'Chum'. People obviously fought back, never surrendering their freedom and preferring to die free; but they never stood a chance against the robotic army, the numbers were never in their favour, after any machine was fallen, it was continuously replaced by another. It was as if there were an infinite number of them.

There was a resistance, after almost all of the United States had been purged, there was a resistance who always fought for their freedom, never falling and never giving up, the resistance stood tall and fought off the enemies… But like all things, they eventually came to an end, they couldn't fight forever… First it was Blood, last it was Derpsticle; their most legendary member, WKMoth, disappeared and never returned, promising the resistance that their doors would keep Chum's forces out of their headquarters…

But after their deaths, they inspired many others to fight back against Chum's army and to never surrender their freedom; Red was one of them. But stories were told of something created by Derpsticle, as a Plan B in case everything went to hell. And that was why Red was here, watching the video that showed Derpsticle's final stand. This video was recorded on a camcorder, which was placed next to what Derpsticle's ultimate creation: a time machine.

Red understood Derpsticle's intentions, if the resistance was to fall, then the time machine would become humanity's only hope towards fixing the future; someone would be expected to come across the machine and stop the resistance from crumbling. Red was worried about the consequences that would come with changing the past, but too many lives had already been lost to Chum's army; if he didn't take action now, no one would and there would be no future to fight for.

The time machine itself wasn't as big as Red had expected, but given the fact that Derpsticle had little room to produce this machine, it wasn't surprising. It was a tall, silver box that was about 15 ft tall and covered in dust; Red brushed some of the dust off the machine, revealing a handle for Red to access the device. Red opened the door of the contraption to reveal that the controls were positioned on the wall of the machine. The machine appeared to be powered by separate machines on the outside, but Red assumed that Derpsticle would be able to produce some when it was time for Red to return. Red scanned the controls and figured out what they did; Derpsticle must have simplified the controls in order for others to use it.

Red decided to travel to February 23rd 2015; two months before the fall of the resistance because he thought that this was enough time to stop the resistance's defeat and he was unsure of when the resistance formed, so he didn't want to travel back to before the resistance was created. He had placed a lot of hope in this time machine; it was humanity's only hope, so all he could do for now was pray that this works. Red set the date and coordinates and before pressing the button to finalize his commands said, "Please work you gigantic hunk of metal… Please…"

What happened after that was history.

February 18th 2015

San Francisco, California

This was the day that the legend rose from the grave; this was the day that hope was returned to the human race; this was the day that WKMoth awoke from his eternal slumber. WKMoth was told of in legends, legends that reached the furthest corners of the known universe; he was a being of survival, hope and determination. Because WKMoth was a Mothra, and not just a Mothra; he was the last Mothra.

WKMoth had been buried within the Earth's core for billions of years, responsible for the creation of Earth, Humanity and Moths. The people of the universe told stories about WKMoth and his final actions, and eventually even the people of Earth told these stories. Though they were slightly inaccurate compared to the original tale; for example, WKMoth never fought Godzilla. But the fact that his species was still spoken of amongst the humans was still amazing…

The tale of reawakening began with the man behind the destruction of humanity: Chum. He was sitting in his private communications room, since he had a vast army of almost unstoppable killer robots at his disposal, he managed to gain many valuable resources of Earth via threats, and he used these resources to build a palace upon the grounds of pain, fear and horror. This palace held everything that this mastermind could need; everything from a communications room to a weapons room, this was his fortress of tyranny.

Chum looked like an average guy; he had a sharp blonde haircut, a handsome face and overall seemed like a nice guy. But his appearance merely covers the cruel heart and psychotic mentality that made him a personification of evil. Chum appeared to be discussing matters with someone via video communication, but the recipients face was masked by a silhouette.

"What do you want me to do with this?" asked Chum.

"What we want you to do is bring someone to us." the mysterious being stated in a disembodied and gravelly voice.

"And who might that be?" questioned Chum.

"Just use the device that we sent to you. The person that we are after will appear before you, bring him to us and you will be greatly rewarded. His identity does not concern you." asserted the figure.

"Very well, cease communications!" Chum barked, ending the video call.

One of Chum's machines walked up to him holding a metal Bō staff, and handed it to Chum; the mastermind took the Bō staff and looked at it with an expression of confusion. 'What do they want? This is nothing like what I've received before.' he thought. But Chum shrugged this thought off with the idea of his eventual reward.

Chum stepped outside of his palace with his mechanical soldiers escorting him; what was once fresh air was now poisoned with the stench of death. He held the Bō staff out and looked at it, before pressing the big red button on the side. All of a sudden, a ray of some unknown energy shot down into ground, heading all the way into the centre of the Earth; the energy caused minor seismic activity and severe pain in the arm that Chum used to hold the Bō staff. Chum screamed in agony for what seemed like forever, until a flash of light appeared in front of him which caused him to drop the object.

Chum covered his eyes as they adjusted to the sudden flash of light; as he blindly stumbled, Chum regained his eyesight and looked upon the miracle before him. As the flash of light faded, Chum saw the impossible figure before him: WKMoth. The legend was for the first time, breathing the atmosphere of the Earth; as the creator of humanity lay unconscious and naked before the destroyer of humanity, Chum regained his posture, attempted to play it cool and walked up to WKMoth.

The illustrious Mothra began to wake up, groaning in pain as he lifted his head above the lifeless ground. WKMoth looked up at the monster that stood in front of him, and mumbled, "Why can't I feel my wings? Also, why am I naked?"

"Hello sir, my name is Chu-" said Chum before he was interrupted.

"You didn't do anything to me while I was out cold, did you?" asked WKMoth.

"W-What? No, that's absurd!" shouted Chum.

"OK… Whatever you say…" replied WKMoth.

'Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?" thought Chum; as WKMoth stood up, censoring his unmentionables with his hands.

"Oh yeah; Why don't I have wings?" questioned the Mothra.

"Just take these clothes…" responded Chum, taking some clothes from his robotic minion and handing them to him.

Chum escorted WKMoth into his palace of despair, and let him put some clothes on in private. A few minutes had passed and the creator of humanity came back into Chum's sight completely dressed. He was wearing black jeans, a blue t-shirt, a black jacket and black shoes; his appearance resembled that of a man in his early-20s in 2014, a style that suited him surprisingly well for a 4.54 billion year old alien…

"So tell me, sir; what is your name?" asked Chum.

"My name?" replied WKMoth.

"It's a fair question, I'd say." explained Chum.

"My name… Well, to tell you the truth; I don't really remember my na-" responded WKMoth, before adding, "Oh wait! It's all coming back to me…"

A brief moment of silence passed as the illustrious hero regained his memories from what appeared to be short-term amnesia, whilst the dastardly villain looked at him as if he belonged in a mental asylum.

"Well?" inquired Chum.

"Sorry, that's a thing that I sometimes do when I oversleep; usually it's for a few seconds, but this time it seemed like at least fifteen minutes, and I'm afraid that I know why… Anyway, my name is Moth; and who might you be, sir?" questioned Moth.

"My name is Chum. And pardon me, but earlier you said something about wings… What exactly did you mean?" responded Chum.

"Oh right! I've been meaning to ask about that! You see, I had wings before all of this happened… You wouldn't happen to know where they are, would you?" asked Moth.

"I'm afraid that you did not appear with anything other than what you currently have… I'm also afraid that you may need professional help, so if you could follow me and do exactly as I say, I'll help you out as much as I can…" explained Chum.

"Sure, whatever you say…" agreed Moth.

Moth was unsure of whether or not to trust this man; he seemed nice but strangely suspicious at the same time. He decided to keep his eye on him for now, he wanted some more information about him before he made any judgements; but he had no idea what was in store for his future…