Monster Island

In the words of Big G, "Holy shit monster on a barbecue."

You won't believe what these eyes have witnessed today. Well, you'll probably believe me, considering you accept that a titanic digging monster is in a relationship with a radioactive reptile, and both of them are capable of high forms of communication. Whatever.

I'll attempt to be brief here. I don't want to give you a long and boring day.

So, there I was, digging and digging, passing time for the next battle. Next thing I know, I get hit in the back by something and I do a faceplant right in the hole I was digging.

"Hey! Why did you do th-" I turned around and was surprised to see Mothra on the ground, belly up, and her legs wiggling around, trying to get herself up. "Oh, I-I'm sorry, Mothra. I didn't even know you were there."

"J-just...help me up. Now," she spits out between heavy breaths. I pick her up and turn her gently so she's 'standing', if you call it that. "Th-thank you."

"I just wanted to help, that's all."

"B-Baragon...I...I have to...ow..." She attempted to stay up, with her legs as support. He legs gave in, and she plopped to the ground. Well, not quite plop, but...her little baby legs were weak. There we go. That's what I should have said.

"What? What is it? Are you okay?"

"I-I-I'm fine...ow...Just...j-just...it's...I have t-to tell you some...something."

"No, no...Just rest for a few, alright? Don't talk." I quickly examined her body for any signs of damage. Her fluff/hair/covering was slightly blackened and burnt, as if she got caught in some fire. He wings were damaged, but not drastically. There were a few scratches and tiny tears around the edges, but it was enough to make her flight pattern a tad off, just based on the observations. Her head was intact, so I guess that's a good sign. Overall, I think she went through some tough stuff.

"Alright, alright...uh...what is it? What did you have to tell me?"

"It's G-Godzilla...we...COUGH...we think-k we may have found him..."

"I don't think you're fine. We need to get you somewhere to heal."

"I told...you...I'm fine...but...I jus-st need to tell y-y-you...about Godzilla..."

"Tell me."

"He...he's in...they...they put him in...the...they...he's..." She was progressively getting weaker by the second.

"Alright, look. I think you might need to rest up. Seriously."

"I told yo...you...I'mCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHf...fine...ow..."

"No, you're not. C'mon." I picked her up carefully, and made my way into the War Room.

"L...let...let go..." she kept protesting as we got closer to the Room.

After we got in, I placed on the ground and just sat there for a bit.

"L..listen...please..." she continued to speak.

"No, just...just stop talking. You need to rest. You can't heal unless you do. Just...just rest, please," I insisted.

There was a small argument between us, but I ended it by leaving the Room. I knew she couldn't move at the moment, so I wasn't worried. I had to find someone who can help her heal faster. I need answers, and soon. What's happened to Big G? What's happened to Mothra? What did Mothra mean when she said what she did a while back?

And the biggest question...

What will become of us?

Oh, goody, goody, goody. It's me. The author. The guy who wrote this for you, my weenies. Maybe Underlings? Nah. I'm not that cool to call you all that. Yet.

I don't usually come down here unless there's a milestone or something. Well, there is.

Over 4,000 views, and almost 300 reviews. That's something new. Is this what it feels like to be a star?

Naah, I'm just joking. But really, thanks for over 4,000 views (so far), as well as the numerous positive reviews I've been getting.

Means a lot to me. Think I might cry...-sniff- -sniff-