Monster Island

Baragon, here. No sign of Big G, but something else happened. Something new.

I suppose I'll start around this morning, late in the morning, I think. There hasn't been any sign of activity from the aliens. Not even a single spaceship. We monsters took it as a ceasefire. They (the aliens) were probably fixing ships and working on that rift. Whatever dark force is going through it is taking a long time to get here, so the uneasy feeling is still lingering even on break day. I just want this whole thing to be done and over with.

I was sitting near my hole. Oh, yeah. My hole. If you didn't know, I dig a lot. It's my thing. As soon as I start, I can't stop. I suddenly go into overdrive and just keep digging. It keeps the stress from building. I used to dig all over the place until I dug underground and accidentally made a huge hole in Kumonga's den. He (yes, he is a he, I have asked) was chill about it, and I apologized a lot. For a guy who stays cooped up in a hole all day, he's actually nice. I feel sorry for asking him to let us borrow his home during this "war", if you want to call it that. After that incident, I decided to dig one continuous hole. It's pretty deep, and I've been mainly making living space recently.

But, I digress. As I said before, I was sitting near my hole, taking in the quiet, which Big G taught me to enjoy. I miss him. A lot.

Man, I'm out of it today.

Okay, okay. Let's get back to the action, for real.

I was sitting near the hole, enjoying the silence. I heard a rustle in the trees nearby. It was a distinct rustling noise I've heard one time too many during my old late-night hunts. It was a couple Kamacurases (Kamacuri?), and I instinctively reared my body, ready to jump on the little guys for a snack. Just as I was about to attack, I snapped back into reality. I was so used to killing these guys that I almost forgot I was allies with them now.

It turned out to be just three of them, as the looked at me with an unsettled look. Well, they don't really express any emotions with their insect faces, but you get my point.

"Hell no," one of them said. This guy was a little bigger than the other Kamacurases, and had a slightly darker hue of red.

"S-sorry," I said as I relaxed my body from my pouncing position. "I'm just sorta used to hunting you guys."

"Ah, I understand."

"I really do apologize, for real. I mean, I know I shouldn't have hunted you guys in the first place, but I needed a food source and-"

"It's water under the bridge."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

We started talking it up. I learned that he was one of the 'alpha males' of the whole nest. He and his two colleagues were just on patrol, in case there was any potential threat. I guess you could say I made friends with my food. Teehee...I-it sounded funnier in my head, alright?

So, while we were debating the outcome of a fight between two gargantuan brothers, we were interrupted by a tremor. It felt like one of those tremors we had when all of our relatives started showing up. But who else is there? I mean, there's Big G's dad, of course, but everyone else's relatives are h-

Wait. It might not be one of our relatives. It could be something much, much more sinister. It couldn't be those Crawlers, because they get beamed down from the alien ships. Could it be a rival of ours? Maybe.

A bunch of us monsters went to investigate what happened. Eventually, some of us found a huge crater, still smoking from the thing that hit it. Everyone hoped for the best and prepared for the worst.

"Who or what is it," someone, probably Mothra, asked.

"Whatever it is," Rodan said, "it's probably gonna be something bad." This was the first time I've seen him since that beatdown he got a few days ago. He seemed collected, although he had that worried look on his face, still. His bruises seem to be better, and that leg I thought he broke was indeed broke. He just limped with it. We all don't worry about broken bones or anything. We can regenerate and heal easily, because of our radiation and whathaveyou.

As we waited to see what happened, a bright red light spilled out of the crater. A mechanical wrrr could be heard. We all stepped back from the crater, not knowing what lurked within it. Then came the sound of laughter. It was an evil cackle. It sounded familiar to me, but I couldn't put my finger on it. That's when something happened that, again, surprised us.

Something, or rather someone, slowly rose up. It was still kind of smokey, so we couldn't make out anything but a shape. Then the figure rose from the ground. It was floating there, laughing like a maniac, glowing red, and still covered by the smoke.

"Whatsh up, bitchesh!?" a lispy voice yelled out. That voice...the laugh...the red glow...It seemed far too familiar to me, but I still couldn't recall who it could be. "'Member me? Oh, of coursh not. I died a few yearsh ago."

This person died a few years ago? A lot of people died a few years ago! What monster did we kill in the past couple of y-OF COURSE!

"Wait a second," I said to this mystery monster. "I remember who you are."

"Oh, great. Shomeone actually recognishes me. Musht be my good looksh."

"You died in the Final War, didn't you?"

"Washn't much of a war."

I thought what I was going to say for a minute.

"Didn't you duke it out with...Mothra," I asked. Mothra looked at me with what I guess would be a confused look on her face when I said her name.

"Yesh, I did. And I killed that bitch!" the voice exclaimed.

"Oh, yeah, you did...Wait. If You killed Mothra, how is she here?"

Then, out of nowhere, Big G's Granddad popped up, explaining how although this 'story' attempts to follow the 'canon' as close a possible, the 'author' had to change some things to work with the plot. I then asked him to get out of this chapter because he should be missing right now, and then he left. Honestly, that guy gets out of character a lot.

After that random event, the mysterious voice said: "D-did anyone elsh shee that?"

"J-Just continue where you left off," I said.

"...Which wash...?"

"Talking about how you killed Mothra."

"O-oh. Okay. Uh..." (it was here he gave a little ahem) "...Y-Yesh, I did. I killed that bitch!"

"And if you're who I think you are, I recall you got killed by your own saws."

"SHHHUT UP ABOUT THAT! THAT NEVER HAPPENED!"

"Then I suppose the aliens resurrected you."

"...Yesh."

"And they sent you to kill us?"

"Yesh..."

"And there's only one of you, and..." I counted all of us.

"A bunch of us," I continued.

"I guesh they never thought about that...BUT ENOUGH TALK..."

The smoke suddenly cleared. The figure slowly lowered to the ground.

Gigan then finished his sentence: "...HAVE AT YOU!"

Oh, look. It's the author again. Which is me.

Looks like you've been left at a cliffhanger here, and you're obviously going to beg to me to write the next chapter which will contain an amazing battle.

Since I'm here, I might as well look at the views on this thing.

[the author proceeds to grab a cup of coffee and drink it whilst observing the view count]

[the author then notices that there are almost 3,100 views on his story]

[the author, shocked and surprised by this, spits out his coffee and hyperventilates]

Th-three thousand views? I turn my back for one second, and this thing has over 3,000 views!?

Well, uh, wow. Thank you weenies again for staring at this with your eyeballs 3,000 times. And thank you for all the great reviews. Aaand thank you for the relatively small amount of favorites and followers, which I really don't mind at all.

I hope this long-ass chapter distracted you long enough for me to steal your T.V.

P.S. Do not look for your T.V.