Monster Island- 12 PM

One Month Before Great Battle

The meeting was a disaster. As always.

I mean, everyone showed up, but there was too much confusion. Nobody knew what was going on, or who said what...

Alright. I'll start before the meeting.

But before that, I just want to let you all know that despite everyone (but Baragon) doesn't give a three-headed flying fuck about me, they'll listen when it comes to meetings. Just then. If I talk any other time, nobody (except Baragon) wants to listen. It's probably because I only do these meetings when something is happening, and that means they should all know or something. I don't get it, either.

Okay. Yeah. Before the meeting, but after everyone knew there was gonna be one, I walked into everyone's favorite hyperactive monster. There was Baragon, digging like a goddam maniac. I don't think he heard me walk up behind him, even though I make fucking earthquakes when I walk practically.

"Uh...Hey. Baragon. Yo," I said, but all I got in reply was a crazed cackle of an insane pig-lizard-dog-how many animals got into an orgy to make him-hybrid.

"Dude. D-dude. It's Godzilla. I need to talk," I raised my voice a bit. I still was getting covered in dirt and was drowned out by the sound of a dying cat playing a violin terribly. That's what it sounds like.

I still didn't get a response. Either he's really digging right now, or he's deliberately ignoring me. But why would Baragon ignore me? To make sure he wasn't ignoring me on purpose, I let out a mighty SKKKRRREEEEOOOOOOOONNNKKKK!

I knew he wasn't ignoring me because he jumped up like really fucking high, and I think he may have shat himself.

"What the heck!? Don't scare me when I'm digging! I'll claw out your genita-Oh. Hey," Baragon said, realizing it was only me.

"Sorry about that. I tried getting your attention, but, y'know, you were busy digging," I apologized.

"W-well, I'm sorry for getting a bit preoccupied. So, what did you want, Big G?"

"I just thought I'd say hello to you. I just happened to be walking around here, and..."

"Is this about last night?"

"What?"

"You heard me."

"N...no. Of course not. I didn't even know you w-"

"You know I'm always around here."

"I'm not here for anything. Really. I-I was just taking a small stroll before the meeting. Y'know, make sure I don't fuck up with what I have to say." That's a bit of a lie. I'm actually pretty damn good when it comes to meetings. I don't rehearse. I just take the information I have to share, and I say it. I think Baragon knew this, but he seemed satisfied with my excuse.

"Oh. Okay. I apologize for the misunderstanding." He says.

"It happens." I reply.

"So, uh, what's the meeting about? Good or bad?"

"Y-you'll find out when you get there."

"Not even a hint?"

"Nope."

"You're no fun."

"I know."

"...You sure this isn't about last night, because I was being honest. You're a great guy."

"Th-thanks, again."

"You're stuttering more than I usually do, Big G. You sure nothing's bothering you?"

"I'm sure I'm fine, and I'm sure I didn't want to talk to you about last night."

"If you say so."

There was another silence, and then I told Baragon I was busy (which I really wasn't), and that I didn't want to bother him. We said goodbye, he went back to digging and being a madman, I went back to walking.

...What the fuck? I felt nervous around him. Is that what friends act like? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I don't want to find out.

12:17 PM

After my nice talk with Baragon, I walked over to the Roost. That's where Rodan lives. If I listed who I talked to the most, he'd be in the top ten. Maybe a six. Maybe a seven. His nest is just a bunch of rocks surrounding a big pile of logs and branches, with some dirt, too. I found him resting, protecting his two eggs. I guess the wife was out on a girls' day out or something.

"Hey," I said kinda quietly. He opened an eye.

"What is it?" he asked me.

"Just wanted to make sure you're coming to the meeting today."

"Of course I am."

"Yeah...So, uh, where's the missus?"

"She's dead."

"O-oh. When was this?"

"Last year. Remember, asshole?"

"I actually did forget. I'm sorry."

"Yeah. Right. Go bother someone else."

"Again, sorry." I left. How could I forget that Rodan's wife died last year? I remember that she was impaled by a monster or something. There was a huge funeral. Am I so isolated from the rest of the island that I forgot the death of one of our best monster's loved one? Damn, I really am depressed.

12:20 PM

I didn't want to bother anyone else, so I kept walking. I ignored other monsters. If I just decided to talk to them, I would probably piss them off or just irritate them. Maybe the meeting will go great.

Well, it didn't, as I said before, but since this is in the past, at that moment in time, I didn't know. Just go with it.