Monster Island- 1 PM
One Month Before Great Battle
Here it is, people. This is it. The meeting you all have been waiting to hear. Oh, Jesus. This one was a clusterfuck.
To prevent massive confusion of who said what (even I lost track at one point), I'll leave a "transcript" of sorts, so we both can refer to it, if needed.
That, and I'm a really lazy reptile.
Me
O-okay. Everyone's here, right? Now...guys...Quiet down. I said quiet down. Uh...GUYS. GUYS, QUIET DOWN.Thank you. Alright, Everyone's present? I am, obviously. Anguirus?...Good. Minilla?...Godammit. Where is he?...In the bathroom? We don't even have bathrooms. Oh, you mean that one rock everyone pisses on. Oh. Okay. So, my son's present. Good...Kumonga?...Nobody's seen that spider? Of course. Never shows up...Rodan?...Glad to see you're here. Again, sorry for that little mistake earlier...Gorosaurus?...Good...K-Kamm...K-Kamacure...Kamalakazam...The mantis guys...Good...Baragon?...yephe'shere...King Caesar?...Didn't think you'd show up...Aaannd...Varan? Good. Okay, everyone's here. Sorry for the delay earlier, everyone. I had some shit to do, and y'know how it is...
Okay, so you all are wondering what the fuck's going on? Why is there an emergency meeting? Well, earlier today, Mothra came by to let me know that she sensed something was gonna happen...Yes, what is it?
Anguirus
The last time she came over here, it was just gas. And the time before that, it was-
Me
This time, it's an actual danger. Trust me. She said it was urgent and severe and all that jazz.
King Caesar
What is this problem? I need to know, man. I missed playing poker for this.
Me
Sh-she never said what it was. She never does, but it's gotta be urgent if she needed to talk to me.
Rodan
You're saying that there's gonna be something bad, but we don't know what? And it's also super urgent, apparently. Don't you think she would know what the trouble is?
Me
She's not a damn prophet. It's...I dunno, spiritual energy?
Rodan
Clearly, our resources aren't that thorough.
Me
Don't be dissing Mothra. If it wasn't for here, we wouldn't know about the next attack by some aliens or mutants or whatever, and we'd be in more confusion than...uh...than...
Rodan
I wasn't talking about Mothra. I was talking about the messenger.
Me
Who..?
Rodan
The messenger is the idiot that's telling us the information, and didn't even other to ask for more when he had the chance to.
Me
I'm not following.
Rodan
You, dumbass.
It was at this point when the majority of the monsters let out a small chuckle.
Rodan, a close ally who I've known for a while, is calling me stupid because I didn't even bother to ask Mothra what the danger is. I never do. I just take what she says to me at first and tell them. And for years that's how it's been. And for years we've nearly lost many a battle because of that. Because of me.
That escalated kinda quickly.
I wanted to get out of there, hide away. But monsters are monsters, and they need to be tough. They need to take what's given to them, and spew it right I don't want to lose an ally because I start making fun of them for their loss of a loved one. That's even lower. That's...just fucking offensive. I was getting kinda hot. Like, in my chest. A burning sensation. It wasn't like when I prepare to roast someone with atomic firebreath. It was more...hurty. A pain. It was growing and growing, but I couldn't let it show. Why am I so upset because of these guys, anyway? They're...chodes.
That's right. Chodes.
Sure, I'm the big depressed monster who needs true allies to make things better, and even when I try to let everyone know shit's going to happen, I still manage to fail.
So, they were still laughing like dickwads. All of them.
Wait.
Why isn't Baragon laughing? He knows it's true that I fucked up. He knows I suck ass. But, he isn't laughing. He's looking kinda serious, even for him.I might have been seeing things. He might have been laughing. I don't care. I just had to get out of there, monster or while the negative things the monsters said about me echoed as I ran, I did something I haven't done for years.
I actually fucking cried. Hard. I don't do that. I shouldn't. I should be tough, able to soak things in. But I'm not. I don't think my dad is looking positive now. He'd say something like, 'Look, Junior. You have to take the world like a beast. Make it your own. Crying is for children and some species of dolphins.'
Maybe not that exactly. I need to rest. I have to think things over for a bit.
Why do bad things happen to good people?