Monster Island- Midnight

15 Days Remain

Well, something happened.

I was sitting on the shore, like I do, when Mothra came down. After the pollen settled and I coughed like hell, I learned some disturbing news.

"Godzilla, I have to tell you something! I-it's really important!" She said to me, sounding really fucking frazzled.

"What, now?" I asked.

"That bad feeling I had..."

"What about it?"

"It's not anything bad."

"Oh, good."

"No, it's not good. And It's not bad. It's worse."

"What do you mean?"

"S-so, I finally have a clearer view on what this thing is..."

"Don't wait for me to say anything. Just-"

"It's a giant rift."

"A what?"

"A rift."

"What the hell is that?"

"Watch your fucking language, Godzilla. A rift is when the metaphorical fabric of space and time is torn, causing who-knows-what...unless..."

"Unless...?"

"...Unless you know what you're doing..."

"What-who-when-how-now-what?"

"Okay, basically, it's possible to make a guided rift. That's when someone, or something, is able to control or create a rift of some sort that has a set origin point and a set destination."

"I have no clue what any of that means, but I'll take your word for it."

"What she said," said a voice that came from out of fucking nowhere. "was that it's likely someone created or altered one of these rifts for their own needs. Even I knew that, Big G."

Well, shove a spoon up my rectum and call me Uncle Klunk. Baragon was here this whole time. Was he here before Mothra showed up?

"B-Baragon?" Mothra said surprisingly. "Were you here this whole time?"

"No. I just happened to be walking by and I heard some commotion. Thought I'd investigate."

"So both of you guys know about this. Okay. Good. You should probably do another meeting. Let the other monsters know what's up."

Baragon and I both exchanged looks. After that little fiasco with the last meeting, I'd really rather not do another one. But I still should alert the others. Somehow.

"...What is it?" Mothra asked us.

"W-well, uh..." Baragon started.

"The meetings have been..." I said.

"They've been, well, uh, kind of a big mess recently. Like, not that many people show up, and even if they do, nobody listens," Baragon tells Mothra. Way to go to save my ass, buddy.

"Well, if that's the case," she says. "I'll just host a meeting myself. Tomorrow. Everybody comes to my meetings, right?"

It's true. Everyone does attend, minus Kumonga, and they all listen more to her. Maybe it's because she's a more reliable source.

Baragon and I agreed with this, and Mothra promised to make a organized meeting tomorrow. And then she flew off, giving the pollen another ride in the wind. And my lungs.

When I stopped sneezing and coughing, Baragon said to me, "You okay?"

"Y-yeah. I just can't handle pollen that well, y'know?" I said.

"Okay."

"...Hey, Baragon. How long were you really hiding over there?"

"I was since...well..."

"...?"

"...I was here before Mothra."

"Really?"

"Yeh."

"Why?"

"Uh...ah...I-I dunno."

"I think you do, Baragon."

"...heh..."

And then he bolted off.

He didn't say, but I have a feeling I know why he was hiding. He was waiting for it to be around three, and since he has nothing to do (judging by what I've seen), he waits every day until the same time, to make it look like he's just doing a friendly visit.

O-oh man. This can't be happening. But it is. And everything makes sense to me now. The reason he's been wanting to hang with me for a long period of time...the reason he's been really caring for me...the reason he doesn't mind me sharing my personal thoughts...the reason he's been "busy"...The puzzle is getting put together, and I think you know what it is, too.

...Wait, what? You knew all along!? Why didn't you say something, for god's sake?

Things are just getting better and better. And I mean that in a positive way.

Since I know nobody's gonna talk to me tonight, and I'm certain that "rift" or whatever it's called isn't suddenly gonna come here overnight, I think I might get a real good night's rest.

Hey, hey, hey, guys. It's the author. I just want to say thanks again to all of your love and support for the story.

What? 1000 views? Did I do something right, for once?

Thank you weenies for getting this far, for it is only the beginning.

Or, at least, where the action starts to pick up. But you could tell.