Hey, guys. This is the Duchess Gummybuns (the author of this fabulous story).

I Just wanted to thank you weenies for liking my story so far. It's actually my first "I'm Gonna Actually Do It For Real" story, so all the moral support and good reviews are a good sign that I'm doing something right. For once.

Oh, and here's some lame trivia: I never actually intended for this "Godzilla/Baragon thing". It was a joke. There was that little paragraph on chapter two. You read it, though. I know you did.

But everyone assumed Godzilla had a thing for Baragon. And now he does. Because of you all. You made the author do something. I applaud you.

Don't worry, by the way. The actual plot of this fanfic will get in gear soon, and the little relationship between our two monsters will get them in some silly antics and lowbrow hijinks.

Alright, enough with the stupid thanks. Let's see some story.

Monster Island- 6 AM

30 Days Until Great Battle

After that close call last night, I hit the sack earlier than usual. Around four-thirty. I had a weird dream, and I don't dream that much.

I was in a human city. I was young. I mean, I was a young adult in my dream. It was night. There was fire. There was screaming. There was rubble all over the place. This is familiar to me, but...why?

I looked over. I saw what remained of my dad.

Oh, no. Not this dream.

There he was. Dead as a doornail. He risked himself for me. Gave me his life essence or something. He wanted me to end the fight he couldn't win. I felt rage inside me. Because my old man's gone. Because that giant crab-man-monster with wings tried to kill my dad and me. Because of everything. I was more pissed than I think any creature could ever be. But, the mutant crab creature is dead. Because my Pops killed him. Because he protected me. Because he cared for me. He didn't just want to protect me. He wanted to protect everyone.

Now, you're thinking, "Destoroyah's gone. What fight did he not win?"

He didn't win the fight for peace. He wanted me to be the next savior of the universe.

Okay, now. This is where the dream gets hella weird. Yeah, that's how weird it was.

Alright, so I was staring at my new kingdom. My world. My throne. You get the point.

Okay, okay. For real, let's get on track. Looking, doo, doo, doo...And then, all of a sudden, Baragon was there.

Of course. My brain's taunting me, now. He's standing there, not saying a word. Not moving. I ran up to him. He didn't say anything. He just stared at me. I tried talking to him, but Dream Baragon didn't say anything back. He just...smiled. I don't know what got into me, but I had the urge to hug him, again. I did it. I actually hugged him. Well, it was a dream, so I didn't actually hug Baragon. He hugged back. Like, he grabbed me as soon as I grabbed him. It was a long embrace. It was a great dream. Then, like any old dream you have, Baragon's skin and muscle rotted off until I was hugging a mere skeleton. And I was terrified as shit. And then I woke up.

I had a bad taste in my mouth, and more of those burning pains in my chest, like I had at the meeting yesterday. It was worse. It was horrible. Eventually, when I calmed down, the pain went away. What the hell's up with the chest pains? Why was I dreaming about Baragon? Why do a majority of the chapters end with questions and then side notes?

I dunno, but I think I know what I'm gonna finally do.