Planet X

The madness was over. The rift was destroyed, Godzilla learned some morals-everything ended happily.

At least, that's what everyone thought was the case.

The pillars were all broken and crumbled on the alien planet. The remains of the many Crawlers, their queen, and other kaiju had filled the air with the scent of decay. The Mothership and its drones had crashed during the chase on the ship, with the only remaining survivors being the kaiju and at least twenty smaller extraterrestrials, whom died eventually due to the high radiation levels. Planet X seemed deserted.

Suddenly, a faint whirring sound emitted from the obliterated Mothership, followed by a familiar cackle. From one of the many rips of the ship stuck out a hook. The hook was joined by another. Both hooks poked out further to reveal the atrocity that was the Space Hunter that went to desperate measures to become great. Gigan dragged himself, as he had only half a torso for a body, out of the Mother ship, cackling like a maniac. The red visor that represented an eye was cracked, and it flickered. What was left of his body was a tangled mess of burnt metal, fried circuits, and various oils and gasses.

"FffOoLsHhhh..." he grumbled between each cackle. "tHheey THouGhT THEy coUULLDdddoOO aaWayYY wITH ME..."

Gigan had only turned himself back on just moments before. The last memory the space chicken had was of Baragon destroying his circuits. His beautiful circuits. The ones he reprogrammed himself to make his beautiful new body, which was also taken by Baragon. Such a shame. He kept muttering about how he was the greatest, and that he will show them all who's the true King. He would make them suffer as soon as he found them on this barren wasteland. What Gigan didn't know was that the kaiju had returned to Earth. It was just him, all by himself.

At least, we think it's the case.

As Gigan kept dragging onward through the aftermath of the battle, another familiar sound was heard. First it was a quiet gurgle. Then it turned into whispers. The whispers grew louder and louder. They became screams of agony and pain. The sounds of the damned. The sounds of those who were devoted. Devoted to one Thing and one Thing only. Even speaking of His name could cause death to the speaker. He wasn't Death, nor the Devil. He was His own deity, and Gigan happened to be at the right place at the right time.

Gigan couldn't cover his ears from the screams-He had no ears to cover. He didn't know what to do. He was scared out of his fucking gourd. A dark shadow loomed over the Space Hunter. He thought it must have been another Kaiju, probably here to fight him. He swallowed his fear and turned around to face the beast behind him.

"IiI FffOUnnn.." he began to say. "...HhhEy thEeerE"

Gigan found himself looking into the yellow eyes of a creature many, including Gigan, have never seen or heard of. It was an odd-looking thing. It was massive and green. The head look cephalopodian in nature, like an octopus was plopped right on top of this thing's body. The body, speaking of which, was relatively fat, as if this creature never left his territory in years, wherever that may be. It had stubby limbs, with sharp claws for fingers and even more tentacles for toes. On its back lie a set of huge, bat-like wings. The thing gave an overall aquatic or marine feel to it.

The beast didn't even move. It didn't hurt Gigan. It didn't say anything, either, unless the grumbling noses it emitted count as words.

"M-MaAy iII heELLP YOu?" Gigan asked it. He soon regretted that decision.

"I'jkln nugth sothos h'yui f'pyo R'yleh"

"WwWHAt?"

"Ugt nth d'nor sothos h'yui f'pyo R'yleh"

"I-iI'mM sssSHOry. i doN't uunDERSTstsHTaAndDDd"

"G'gan f'rel za l'g othono h'yui f'pyo R'yleh"

"W-wwHAT..."

The tentacled beast extended a stubby arm.

"I dOOont knnoWW whaT youre GETTting aT."

The beast pointed at Gigan, then itself.

"Yyou wWANt me to help yoU? IsshH that it?"

It nodded.

"NnO thanKSH. LASHT timeE i hELpped somEONEE ouut it endendended BaDLY."

The creature sighed, and proceeded to warble and gurgle, forcing images into the cyborg's brain. Mental images of him ruling the universe with an iron hook. Of him Killing Godzilla. Of him being the King. The King of everything.

"I wWANT g..."

The octoid gurgled again, in an almost pleasant manner.

" IWANT..."

The gurgles grew into rumbles.

" I WANT TO BE A GOD."

The hellish monster let out a roar of excitement. His plan was finally coming together. This cyborg was merely a single switch in the chain of events to come. It wasn't just this dimension under jeopardy. Or even the Nothing. It was all worlds, all time pockets, all of existence under peril. The creature standing before Gigan was the First, and Gigan himself was the Seventh. The Seventh survivor. The Seventh immortal, still clinging on to what was left of his life. The Seventh of Ten. The First and Seventh are together. They will soon find the remaining Eight, and become an unstoppable force. A force that Gigan has yet to learn.

I should explain what's going on here, but then that would ruin the "it's almost a sequel" sequel in the works. Yeah, I lied. There's a sequel.

I-it's gonna be Gamera. Okay? Whoop-dee-doo.

This is a bonus chapter I was gonna post at like 10,000 views but it was taking longer than expected. Here you go. This is the last chapter. For real. Good night.