Monster Island

5 Days Remain

Last night.

Wow.

That was...

Very, uh...

Very interesting. And very great. And embarrassing. And amazing. And wonderful. And pleasant. And probably something I'll regret later on in life.

Okay, yeah, so, uh, for the past few days, our dads and moms and other family members have been coming back via a time rift. The only guy missing is my father. Nobody's seen him, not even Mothra. I'm a tad nervous about that, but I'm positive he'll turn up.

The "group" I'm in (Mothra, Baragon, and I) hasn't really found any more news about the pillars, so I guess that's good, in a sense. Mothra's family has been nice enough to help us out with everything, so I guess even with all the thorough research, we have all we can learn. Oh, well. I guess all we can do is wait for the battle to begin, which is soon. When? I don't know. I really don't know. Literally, there is no way I'll know when the battle will happen. It could happen anytime at all. No way to keep track of how many days left until the battl-You get the point. We don't know it's only five days away. This is the past. You know that. Back to the plot now.

We all decided to practice our fighting, as we haven't done any fighting since a bajillion years ago, Well, it felt like that.

I can assume that the Mothra family was practicing their web-shooting and pollen-dusting. I dunno what moths do. Grandpaps, Grandad, and I were working on our combat and atomic breath. Minilla was still trying to do fire, but, as usual, he gets only smoke rings out. We talked, the three of us did. It reminded me of the old days when I used to "train" before battles, talking with the other guys...After the Final War, though, I went through depression. You knew that. Baragon was doing some shit with his old man. They were mostly doing digging and shit like that. Maybe some kinda fire breath. I didn't talk to him much today. We decided that we work in the day, and talk at night.

"So," Grandad says to me whilst beating up a bunch of rocks. "You're the King, now?"

"Have been since Dad died." I replied, whilst practicing my punches.

"He died?"

"Yeah. I was a young adult when it happened."

"Was he good?"

"Hmm?"

"Did he grow up to be a good man?"

"No."

"He didn't?"

"He was great."

"Hah. Really?"

"Hell yeah. He was a great father. Taught me a bunch."

"May I ask how he died?"

"He was gonna die naturally. And by naturally, I mean his heart was gonna explode."

"Jesus, that's how we're supposed to die!?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

"But, you see, he didn't die from that. I almost died when I was attacked by a crab-demon. Near to death. He put what little radiation and life he had into me, so I'm pretty much him incarnate."

"I actually raised a great kid?"

"Yeah."

"When I found him, he just hatched from the egg, and he was being pummeled by mantises."

Woah, that sounded like what happened to my cousin.

"After I beat them up, I got a good look at the kid. Man, your dad was oddly-shaped. Had a rotten apple head. Looked nothing like me."

That same cousin that was attacked looked like that. Like my son. Woah, now. It wasn't a cousin. It was my old man.

"That's funny," I said. "My kid looks like that now."

"Guess the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree," Grandpaps chuckled, whilst doing some tail slaps.

"You know what's weird?" I asked.

"What, kid?" Granddad said.

"When I was born, I actually looked a lot like Dad. More like a reptile than an blob of shit with legs."

"Might be a result in mutation..."

"Whaddya mean?"

"You know that Da-your grandpaps was the first of us. I mean, the radioactive generation."

"Damn right, son," remarked Grandpaps.

"So, it's possible that when your son, your dad, and I were born," Granddad explained. "We were mutated during development, so we were born weird, but grew up normal. You were born looking like your old man, so something in your genetics probably rejected a mutation of a kind, and therefore caused you to grow up actually looking like your dad. But if that's the case, that gene should have passed on to your son, and-"

"Granddad," I started. "Why do we know all about this stuff if we're just wild animals?"

"It's something call personification. Y'see, when an author needs to portray a character in such a way, they-"

"Enough with the fourth wall-breaking!" Grandpaps said.

"Calm down, Dad," Granddad said to the man.

Ah, you can tell our family is wonderful already.