Monster Island

War Room

Monster Island has changed. It's been a few weeks since the war began. The aliens keep getting...Stronger. Well, their ships do. Sure, we can kill em, but they have stronger weapons. High-Voltage tasers, Freeze Rays...everything. The whole damn island is more of a base, and it's not the humans. They have a base of their own on the island, but they spectate the fights more than actually help us. We built a sort of "War Room" in a hole (courtesy of Kumonga's den and Baragon's digging ability), and it's the center of this operation, both literally and metaphorical. And, even then, it's not much of a War Room. It's big enough to walk around in, but there isn't any table with little models or anything stupid like that. The only people allowed in the room are Baragon, Mothra, and I, because we are pretty much leading the operation, anyhow.

"Well, gentlemen," Mothra said. "It's a low point for us. Some of our men have been brainwashed to work for the aliens, and they are attacking cities all over. There is a slight chance we're gonna lose."

"By slight," I said. "You mean definitely?"

"Sadly, yes. We've done this kind of battle before hundreds of times, and we usually win, mainly thanks to you, Godzilla."

I smiled a tiny bit, but it's also pathetic. I always save everyone's ass at the end, and the other monsters seem weak compared to me because of it. I like it, but I hate it, too.

"So, you're saying there's a chance we'll win," Baragon asked. "But only because we have Big G?"

"Pretty much," Mothra said. "But it's a small chance."

"Well, any chance of any size is still worth a shot," he said as he rubbed his head against my arm.

"Did anyone ever tell you that you guys make quite the cute couple?" Mothra said with what probably was a smirk. But you can never tell because...y'know...she's a goddam moth.

"Shut it," I said to her as she giggled a tiny bit.

"Look," Baragon began as he stopped rubbing his head. "Is it possible that Big G isn't the only answer? I mean, no offense, man, but I don't even think he'll make it through the slaughter even if he tried. There's too many aliens and who-knows-what out there. It's...it's madness."

"I agree," I added. "I mean, I don't think I'll be able to make it."

"I think I have an idea," said Mothra. "We can win, and it will be Godzilla's victory, of course. We need to find a way to make you grow. Like, mutate and junk. Just so you're big and strong enough to withstand the conditions of space. You could then navigate your way through the rift, and destroy the source of everything."

"That's...interesting," I replied. "But, if I go into the rift, doesn't that mean I won't get out?"

"There's a possibility."

"Couldn't you just mutate me more so I could, I dunno, use atomic breath into the rift?"

"We don't know what's on the other side. Your atomic breath could strengthen the origin point. And, besides, if you grow and mutate too much, you could become unstable."

"Oh...B-but how could we execute this?"

"Well, if something large is coming out of the rift, it would need to get energy from the clusters of pillars. We need to infect Earth with the pillars so you can gain energy."

"That sounds ridiculous, yet plausible."

"If we do this, however, we won't know the affects of absorbing the pillars. We also don't know how to remove the pillars, so they would stay on Earth even after the battle. Another issue would be other monsters. They could harness the energy from the pillars and become unstable, as well."

"So there's a bunch of issues involved. Let's d-"

"Wait, Godzilla. The pillars take the raw materials and resources from the host planet. Earth has a rich supply of many things. So, not only will the earth die slowly, it will also give more energy to the clusters, increasing the odds of instability."

"The planet won't die. What about the substitute shit it gets in return?"

"That stuff is only to slow down the dying process. It's gonna die, slowly."

"So...if we choose this option, we'll save the planet and kill it at the same time."

"Exactly."

"...Isn't there another option, presumably easier?"

"Yeah, but it would take too long."

"What is it?"

"High doses of radiation. Since your body is used to it, mutating cells every second, it would take longer for any major changes to occur. By the time we get an effect, we'd be dead."

"So we either save the day and then destroy it, or we destroy everything slowly."

"Pick your poison, Godzilla. We'll be here for you no matter what."

It was here that Baragon did something he's never done in our..erm...relationship.

He...ugh...he hugged me. Like, embraced me.

"Whatever happens, Big G," he cries into my chest. "I'll be here for you. More than a-anyone else. I'll make sure you do what you have to do!"

"Th-thanks, man," I said.

I think I heard a muffled, "I love you" from him, but he was crying too much. Is this what relationships are like?

I had to think about my choice, which we all know what it will be, but I still had to think.