There was a large, metal gate, large enough for a plane to enter, built on the side of valley in the wilderness, hundreds of miles away from Metroville. It is built with titanium to help protect it from the elements of nature, or rocks that fall from the top of the cliff.
Far off in the horizon, there is a small dot that seemingly popped out from the distance. As the dot drew closer and closer to the gate, the shape became more and more recognizable. It was a small, private jet. The jet sports a white overall coloring, with a red line going through the plane from nose to tail. In the top of the tail, there is a symbol painted in red. The symbol appears to resemble the popular Yin and Yang symbol, only instead, it begins at the lizard's tail, before spiraling outwards, until the shape began to resemble a dinosaurian like lizard with maple-shaped dorsal fins on its back.
As the jet approached the gate, lights began to flash in its corners. As they did so, the gate began to open as the jet descends. Inside, it reveals several people moving to the side, so they won't get blown away or ran over.
The jet began to lower the power of its engines and expose its wheels for it to land. And soon the jet's wheels landed safely on the floor, the engines dying down, making the jet slowly move forward, before eventually stopping near the center of the room.
As the engine's whine began to die down, the door on the left side of the jets soon pops open as a set of stairs rolled towards up. Out stepped two people; a male in his mid-30s of African American descent with a small beard, black hair tied to a ponytail and brown eyes that appear to burn right through you if you make him angry. Next to him is a woman, also of African American descent around the same age as him, but is slightly taller than him by a few inches, long, curly black hair, as well as green eyes that might easily be hypnotized if they're not careful…or aware that unless you're a Super, hypnotizing by eye contact doesn't work…
Anyway, these two walked down the stairs away from the plane, and upon stepping on the floor, were greeted by a crowd. The man looked at his peers and gave a smile.
"Oh, Father." A man said in front of the crowd, bowing down to him. His actions were followed by the rest of the crowd bowing down as well. The man and woman smiled.
"At ease, my faithful followers." He announced, his voice a raspy, yet soothing tone. The others stood up once more and made a path for the man and woman to follow. However, that didn't stop the crowd from complementing them.
"Oh, Father Barak and Sister Bernice. You look as splendid as always."
"Father Barak and Sister Bernice, thank you for everything!"
"Judgement Day will be brought to the sinners of the world!"
The man and woman, named Father Barak and Sister Bernice, smiled at their followers as they soon left the room and began to walk across a long hallway.
Along the way, the pair was met by another African American man in his early 20s, who briefly bowed down to them. "Brother Barak." He greeted. Father Barak and Sister Bernice stopped at seeing their brother again…biological sibling.
"Greetings, Joseph. There's no need for the "brother" title. You, me and Bernice," he gestured to her, who smiled at Joseph. "are all siblings. What brings you here on such a fine day?" he asked.
The man, Joseph, nodded as he took in a breath. "Um, Brother Barak. Do you remember the raid back at that orphanage where the key to our god's awakening lived. And how we never got any replies back from them?" he asked. Father Barak looked at him and nodded. "Yes?" he asked, beckoning Joseph to continue.
"W-Well, I saw the news today, and…most of the team were slaughtered, and Chief Quinton was captured." He explained, head bowing down in shame. Father Barak and Sister Bernice looked at him with shock; Chief Quinton was a successful raids man, frequently raiding buildings to deliver symbols to those who wish to join their cult; the Resurgence, and is also a ruthless man, who would stop at nothing to achieve the cult's goals. So, hearing him getting caught while the others were killed surprised them both.
"What? H-How?" he asked, growing angry. Joseph took in another deep breath in fear. "According to the news, a group of superheroes known as 'The Incredibles' were able to capture him as the boy's purple rays slaughtered the rest of his team." He said. Father Barak stood still silently for a while, before he took in several deep breaths and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had never paid attention to the media beforehand; he believed that it was a waste of time, and that the media mostly focuses on the negatives, causing the 'sinners' around the world to be desensitized by the bad things that are actually happening out in the real world!
"We're in the middle of a standoff between the US and Russia, and all we have to worry about is the latest fashion modeler!" Father Barak would growl.
"Those fools. Those Super fools. They've got special gifts, and they're wasting it on the sinners. *sigh*" he mused again.
Sister Bernice then approached him, placing her arms around his left arm. "What are we going to do?" she asked. Father Barak looked at her, then at Joseph. "Joseph, are the television satellites still in place?" he asked as he continued walking ahead. Joseph nodded. "Yessir." He said. Father Barak nodded.
"Good. Because after I relay this information to the rest of my followers, we will need to spread to followers far and wide in a more…subtle way." He said. Joseph and Sister Bernice looked at each other in confusion. "Y-You're gonna broadcast your message again? I thought you hated using the media." The latter stated. Father Barak looked at her and nodded in understanding.
"I do. But with the introduction of this, 'Incredible' family, the risks of our operation failing went higher. We're gonna need a lot of help from followers far and wide. I'll gather the other ambassadors worldwide. Sister Bernice, go with Joseph." He instructed. Sister Bernice and Joseph nodded as they went into another room nearby, leaving Father Barack alone as he opened the door to his room, and stormed inside.
Once Father Barack entered his room, he looked around, and found a fancy-looking phone. He approached the phone, picked it up, and began to dial up the number to his ambassador friends. After a while of waiting, he heard someone pick up.
"Hello?" asked a voice from the other side. Father Barack nodded. "Hello; Ambassador Cullen? We're gonna need you and the rest of your family for help." He said in a determined tone, gripping the phone tightly…
Meanwhile, back at the Parr's residence, everyone was at the table, eating the dinner Helen has made, which was, according to her, "leftover night" which consists of steak, pasta, salad, and meatloaf. Donovan was sitting next to Helen so he could feel more comfortable with eating. Sure he liked Bob, but…he feels intimidated with the man's larger size. Dash is fine, but sometimes he can be a bit too quick for him. Violet…well, she doesn't really like him that much, so having to sit next to her is out of the question. The only option that's left is sitting with Helen, who's feeding Jack-Jack once more.
Donovan was looking at his meal like it was something from another planet. He was never given meatloaf during his time at the orphanage. Looking at the others, he could see the others eating the same food like it was no issue. Raising a brow, he picked up his fork, and jabbed the meatloaf. Without cutting his meat with a knife, he began to bite down on the meat. Using as much strength as he had, he tried to pull out the piece of meat.
"Honey, what are you doing?" asked Helen. Donovan looked at her, freezing in his track. Briefly pulling back, he explained, "I'm trying to try some of your meat. This thing, I mean." He said, gesturing to the meatloaf, before biting into it again. Helen just sighed with a smile, before she gently took his hand.
"Why not just cut it?" she asked him. Donovan shook his head. "I can't; I need an adult to help me cut." He explained, innocently. Helen and Bob giggled as she then took a knife. "Here; let me help you." She said as she began to cut the meatloaf. "Thank you, Mrs. Parr." He said. Helen smiled as she began to do her work.
After a while of cutting, Helen finished cutting the meatloaf. "So, how is the house so far?" she asked. Donovan shrugged. "It's fine. Very fancy, too." He said. "Thank you. A friend of ours actually offered it for us." Bob said as he prepares to eat a brocelli. "Really? Is he, or she, a nice person?" he asked. Bob and Helen nodded.
"Yep. A man named Winston Deavor is actually the one who used to own this house. He owns several other houses, actually." Bob explained. Donovan widened his eyes and raised both of his brows.
"Wow…well, homelessness isn't gonna be a problem for him." He said. Helen and Bob giggled, before Jack-Jack began to whine a bit; apparently he wasn't being fed enough. Helen noticed, and chuckled. "Hang on, Jack-Jack. I'm coming." She said as she took a spoon and began to feed the infant. Jack-Jack and Donovan looked at each other, and smiled at one another.
"So, how was your life on the orphanage?" asked Dash. Donovan looked at him, and shrugged. "Very boring for the most part." He replied. Dash raised a brow.
"Boring? Wait, you didn't use your powers at all?" he asked, looking a bit shocked. Donovan nodded. Then, he shrugged. "Well, sometimes actually. Occasionally, I would sneak out and head to the woods not far from the orphanage, and that's where I would sometimes practice my powers." He said.
Dash and the others listened on with interest. "Wow. So is there anything else aside from your purple beams?" asked Dash, curious and a bit excited. Donovan looked at him, a bit uncomfortable at first, before he said, "Well…I don't have much other powers aside from my beams. But…I also have this," he began as he raised his left hand.
Everyone looked at the hand for a moment, before the color of the skin began to turn grey. The skin also began to harden, as the flesh became steel. The Parrs looked on in shock. At last the hand was converted fully into a metallic arm.
Pang.
Suddenly, the metal hand flopped to the table, making Donovan yelp in pain. "Aye!" he went. Helen snapped out her shock and immediately placed her hands on his shoulders. "Are you okay?" she asked in concern. Donovan looked at her, and nodded.
"Yes, I'm fine, Mrs. Parr. Anyway, I can turn myself into metal, either parts of me or my entire body. Only problem is," he explained, before he tried to move his arm. The metal arm wouldn't budge from the spot no matter what. "it is HEAVY! Plus, I can't move my fingers either." He explained as he looked at his fingers, trying so hard to move his fingers. Violet looked at the arm, a bit shocked at the boy's revelation. "How many more powers does he have?" she thought to herself.
Suddenly, the metal hand began to crack. "Uh, why is your," Dash began, pointing to the hand. Donovan looked at the hand again. "Oh, I'm shedding the metal off of my arm." He explained, just before the metal arm was covered in cracks. Donovan then pulled his arm away from the metallic husk, before it flopped alongside him.
"Now my arm is numb." He said. "Well, how long will it stay numb?" asked Bob as he took the metal husk. Donovan looked at the large man. "Around half an hour. Which is bad for this case because…well, I'm left-handed, and," he pointed to his dinner. "I still haven't eaten the meatloaf." He pointed out. Helen and Bob had to softly chuckle as Bob threw the metal husk into the nearby trash. Violet shrugged.
"Okay, then just use your other hand." She said. Donovan tilted his head. "I've never tried that without success. See?" he said as he used his right hand to try and pick up the fork, only to do so rather sloppily. Helen shook her head. "Do you need me to help feed you?" she asked. Donovan smiled. "Yes, please." He replied.
Violet simply rolled her eyes as Helen took the spoon. "Violet, can you feed Jack-Jack?" she asked. Violet widened her eyes. "W-What? Why do I have to feed Jack-Jack?" she complained as she took the tiny spoon to feed a giggling Jack-Jack.
"Simple; I asked you to." Helen said with a shrug. Violet sighed to herself and grumbled as she began to spoon feed Jack-Jack. "Ooooh…" went Dash as he covered his mouth in amusement. Violet just snapped her head toward him and glared at him. "Shut. Up." She hissed, teeth gritting. "Kids," Bob warned once he felt things are about to get heated…like always. This made Violet turn away eventually and Dash to settle down as well. Donovan looked at the two of them as Helen picked up the piece of meat and hovered over the meat.
"Here comes the meat." She said playfully as she moved it closer to Donovan. Donovan looked a bit unsure, but seeing as it is coming from the woman who saved him from the burning orphanage, he chose to accept the meat, and bit down into it…only to regret it seconds later. Donovan's eyes widened, and he pulled back in disgust.
"Yuck! How do you guys enjoy this?" he asked, tongue sticking out in disgust. Helen was taken aback by this. "You don't like meatloaf?" she asked. Donovan shook his head.
"No way, Mrs. Parr. Ugh, no wonder they don't give meatloaf back at the orphanage." He replied, pressing his tongue against his teeth as he tries to get rid of the taste. Helen and Bob looked at each other, a bit stunned in what he just said.
"No meatloaf in your orphanage?" asked Helen. Donovan shook his head. "Not really. Mother Superior is not much of a meat-eater. She's always a vegetarian." He replied. "Oh…well, we do have salads here in the table. Would you like that instead?" she asked. Donovan's face lit up a bit.
"Oh, yes please." He said. Helen smiled as she then placed a spoonful of salad onto the plate in place of the meatloaf, making Donovan smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Parr." He said as he picked up the salad and began to eat it.
"Anyways, so what other powers do you have?" asked Dash, growing excited once more. Donovan, as he ate the broccoli, shrugged. "I can read minds." He thought. However, once he said that, everyone froze.
"W-What was that?" asked Violet, growing tense. Donovan waved his hand. "That's me." He said, not opening his mouth. The Parrs looked at each other in amusement, then at Donovan. Of course, they have met other supers who have mind powers, but even so, this was quite a surprise for them.
"Jeez…wait, can you read what I'm thinking right now?" asked a now excited Dash, eyes beaming with happiness. Donovan was taken aback at Dash's happy outburst. "Um…sure?" he asked as he began looking at Dash. There was a moment of silence, before Donovan widened his eyes.
"Oh my goodness…how fast can you run? You were running from here to the North Pole in minutes!" he said in exasperation. Dash did a fist pump. "Yes. He guessed it correctly!" he cheered. Bob looked at Dash.
"Really? Is that true?" he asked. "Yeah! Donovan, you have such amazing powers! They even put mine to shame! Hang on!" he said as he blurred towards Donovan, grabbed his head and pointed it to Violet's direction.
"Read hers! Read hers!" he chanted, hoping to find something that will be used as a 'teasing weapon' of sorts. Donovan was taken aback by the swiftness of the speedy boy. Thankfully for him, his saviors in the form of Bob and Helen were quick to approach Dash and immediately pry his hands off Donovan. Donovan shook his head as he heard Helen scold Dash.
"Dashell Robert Parr, settle down! You don't touch other people like that. Especially when it's a younger boy. Got it?" she said sternly.
Dash looked at her, then at Bob, before he chuckled sheepishly. "Whoops…sorry, Donovan. I got a bit carried away." He said as he looked at Donovan. Donavan shrugged. "That's fine, I guess. But please be careful. My head hurts a bit if you shake it for too long." He said as he massages his head to try and ease the aching pain.
As Dash looks on guiltily, Helen just sighed to herself an shook her head. "Can't we just have a normal dinner like a normal family, for once?!" she sighed in frustration as she, Dash and Bob sat back down at their chairs, and continued eating. Soon, they were silent once more.
Donovan however, was a bit intrigued at the moment; around the time Dash was shaking his head at Violet's direction, he has picked up something from her mind. It briefly appeared to be of a boy with short brown hair and a slender built, around the same age as Violet. "Hm?" he thought to himself as Helen continued spoon-feeding him. "Who was that boy that I saw Violet with?" he asked again, eyebrow raised at the thought. He wanted to ask, but given what has happened he had decided to keep quiet.
Later, dinner was done and Donovan was lying by himself in the couch, watching a cartoon in the new TV set. He wasn't paying any attention to the television however. All he was thinking of was the dinner scene earlier. "Hmm…Dash seems to be quite a handful. No wonder Violet seems doubtful with me…can't say I blame her." He thought to himself.
As he sat by himself, he heard giggling from nearby. Donovan turned to see a happy Jack-Jack walking around the floor, playing with his rattler. Donovan smiled at seeing such an adorable sight.
"Hey there, little guy." He said softly. Jack-Jack turned to him, and squealed delightfully before walking towards him. Donovan giggled as Jack-Jack reached out for him, wanting him to lift him up.
"I'm coming, little guy." He cooed, lifting the baby before placing him on his knees. Jack-Jack giggled as Donovan held him close. "So…hi there." Donovan began, wanting to start a conversation with a baby, even though he knew it would be impossible.
"Gaa-gaa." Went Jack-Jack. Donovan giggled. "I wonder what that means. Oh, what am I kidding. It's probably something nonsensical." He said as he tickled Jack-Jack's chin, making Jack laugh some more. Then Jack-Jack turned towards the TV screen and cheered excitedly at seeing the cartoon's main hero standing over the knocked-out bad guy, arms crossed together in a cliché pose. Donovan just chuckled lightly.
"Such a cliché." Donovan muttered as he lied back into the couch. Jack-Jack clapped at the pose however.
Suddenly, the television program was interrupted by static. Donovan and Jack-Jack looked in confusion. "Hey, what happened?" asked Donovan as he placed Jack-Jack onto the couch. Then he approached the television set and began to inspect it.
"Um…how do you fix this?" he asked to himself, just as Bob, Helen and Dash approached him.
"Hey, Donovan?" called out Bob. Donovan turned around and gave a small smile. "Oh, hey guys. Hold on, I want to see what's wrong with this TV." He said before he turned back to inspect the television. Bob looked at the TV set, and nodded.
"Oh, okay. Hang on, let me see if I can check it out. In the meantime, Helen and Dash want to speak with you." He said as he approached the TV set, gently patting Donovan's scalp. Donovan smiled at Bob, before he then approached the two.
"Um…did I do something wrong?" he asked. Helen shook her head. "No. It's about Dash here. He has something to say." She said, slightly pushing Dash forward. Dash looked back at her in annoyance, before looking at Donovan.
"So um…about earlier," Dash began. Donovan tilted his head. "What about it? I said it's okay." he shrugged. Dash shook its head. "No. It really isn't. I'm…I'm…I'm sorry" he said quickly. Donovan looked at him in confusion.
"What?" he asked. Dash sighed. "I'm sorry." He said quickly again. Donovan cocked his head in confusion; Dash was speaking way too quickly. Helen sighed and shook her head again, before kneeling down to his height.
"Dash here wants to say," she said as she then turned to Dash. Then she edged her head to Donovan, forcing Dash to try and apologize properly. Dash sighed, and looked at him. But before he can continue,
"And say it slowly." Helen nudged. Dash groaned. "Mom…" he whined, not wanting to ruin his pride. "Dash, just apologize properly." Bob called back sternly. Dash flinched at his father's tone, and then he sighed.
"I'm…sssooorrryy…" he finally said slowly. Donovan finally acknowledged what he was trying to say. "Ohhh…what for?" he asked. Dash just sighed…again…as he rubbed his arms. "I'm sorry for overreacting earlier. I was too excited to find some…'ammunition' for Violet." He explained.
Donovan raised a brow, as did Helen. "Huh?" they asked. Dash shrugged. "Basically finding more ways to tease her. You know, like any normal brother does." He said with a cheeky smile. "Oh…" Donovan replied, before he smiled.
"It's okay. Like I said earlier, I forgive you." He said with a smile, before hugging Dash. Dash stiffened at such a gesture; he was never the one who was can give or receive that kind of affection with anyone else, well aside from Jack-Jack, but he's a baby. Still, he gave Donovan a pat on the scalp.
Helen smiled proudly at her son. "There. That wasn't so bad, wasn't it?" she asked. Dash shook his head with a smile. Eventually, Donovan pulled back with a smile. Helen then stood back up and patted both of them on their shoulders.
"Good. Now Dash, given that you were able to apologize to our guest, I'm gonna let you slide, just this once." She explained firmly. Dash sighed in relief, happy he won't be grounded this time. Helen then raised a finger,
"However, if you do that again, there will be consequences. Understood?" she said firmly. Dash flinched at her tone, and nodded. "Yes, mom." He said. Helen smiled, before she gave Dash a small kiss. "That's good." She said.
"Alrighty…I saw everything." They heard Bob say as he approached them with a smile. Donovan smiled as Bob continued, "And it was really nice of you to own up to your mistakes, Dash."
Dash smirked as Bob ruffled his hair. "Yeah. But honestly, it's easier to own up to him than Violet." He said. Bob and Helen just chuckled. "Oh, Dash…" Helen said as she shook her head. Donovan smiled warmly at the scene, before noticing Jack-Jack crawling towards them.
"Da-da!" he gleefully squeaked out. Bob chuckled as he picked him up. "Hey there, little guy. How have you been with Donovan?" he cooed softly. Jack-Jack babbled some nonsensical noises with a smile. Donovan chuckled some more, before he remembered something,
"Um, Mr. Parr?" he asked. Bob looked at him. "What?" he asked. "Did you fix the TV?" asked Donovan.
Bob made a frown, and took in a deep breath through his teeth. "I…don't know what's wrong with it, really." He said with a frown, gesturing towards the TV. "I've checked the wiring, and everything seems in working order. I'll probably go and check the satellite dish in the roof and see if there's anything covering it up or something." He explained.
As he was placing Jack-Jack back down, the sound of static…suddenly stopped. Donovan and the other stared at the screen. Now there was fewer static sizzling on the screen. The others stared in confusion, before something flashed at the screen.
Donovan was taken aback by the screen, and so he approached it. "W-What was that?" he asked to himself. Once he got closer to the screen, something flashed in and out again for a few moments, before it finally steadies. Once Donovan got a good look at what was showing…he went pale…
On the screen, it showed a symbol colored in red. The symbol appears to resemble the popular Yin and Yang symbol; only instead, it begins at the lizard's tale, before spiraling outwards, until the shape began to resemble a dinosaurian like lizard with maple-shaped dorsal fins on its back.
Donovan stepped back in fright. "Oh no…oh no, no no…" he whimpered to himself, before tripping on Jack-Jack's rattler. Immediately, Helen and Bob immediately approached him while Dash stayed with Jack-Jack. "What is it, Donovan?" asked Helen.
Donovan pointed to them, eyes now widened in horror, skin beginning to turn pale. "It's them…I recognize that symbol." He whimpered, approaching and clutching Helen. Bob and Helen turned to the symbol just as it disappeared, and was replaced by a man of African American descent with a small beard, black hair tied to a ponytail and brown eyes that appear to burn right through you if you make him angry.
"Hello once more, sinners." He spoke in a gruff voice. Donovan whimpered as Helen held him closely. "I'm Father Barack of the 'Resurgence'. And I've taken control of your television sets for a while to bring this message to any followers around the world, and a warning to the sinners." He explained, as the camera panned to his left, revealing something disturbing behind him.
Father Barack is standing on a balcony overlooking an extremely large room. Behind him…was a frozen creature. It appeared to be 57 meters tall, and has a slightly slouched forward, yet otherwise upright position, with its tail raised up. The frozen creature is covered in a thin layer of freezing cold ice, yet one can see the dull-red coloring of the skin. It also has large, googly-eyes, sports a spike on its chest, as well as tiny, underdeveloped arms. The dorsal fins on its back are almost white in coloring as well, with hints of blood-red coloration running down its back. The head appears to take shape of a frill shark, only without a tongue. The teeth are all razor sharp and aligned in two separate rows. In its current pose, the creature appears to be roaring at something.
Donovan paled at seeing the creature. "No…not that thing…please, anything but that." He pleaded silently. Even Helen and Bob went rigid and pale at the sight of such a large creature. "Oh god…not that monster again…" Bob whispered as he and Helen looked at one another. Father Barack then continued speaking,
"Our friends at the 'Resurgence' were nice enough to infiltrate the Japanese government and trick them into handing over our God from their wretched control. And as of right now, he's almost free. All we now need…is this boy," he said, left hand extending out of his side, and out zoomed a picture…a familiar picture.
"This boy, Donovan, is currently hiding out with a family of supers known as 'The Incredibles'. I wish to tell our followers, and warn the sinners of the world…we will not stop attacking you all. We WILL get the boy back, and once we do…Judgement Day will finally come to you all."
He declared, hands extending out as the TV screen showed a picture of the creature, along with smaller creatures; some look humanoid and emanciated, others look like outdated depictions of dinosaurs, and others look like alien-esque creatures capable of flying. However, all of them are sporting similar dorsal fins and coloring in appearance.
Donovan began to shiver in fright. Helen juts gently rubs his back calmly. Father Barack continued, "Our lord and savior, Shin Gojira and his spawnlings will overrun the world, purifying it of the sinners. Once they're gone, those of us who are faithful will rejoice at the beginning of a brand new world. A peaceful world…there'll be no war, no pollution…no discriminations and segregations. It will be…Eden's garden once more." He spoke, before laughing. It wasn't a typical, evil laugh. It was actually… a simple, joyful laugh. And that terrified Donovan even more.
Then, just as suddenly as the message appears, it disappeared into nothing but a black screen for a moment, before the cartoon continues to re-air. Everyone however, could only stare at the screen in horror and fright at what just happened.
"Guys…what just happened?" called out Violet, having just left her room to head outside for a breath of fresh air, before she turned to see them, standing there in fright. Bob and Helen turned to her, and the latter sighed, holding Donovan closely to her.
"Violet…I…I think it's time we have a talk with you kids…" she said, voice breaking slightly.
AN: Hello everyone.
Hmm, the plot thickens! Where will things from now? Well, actually I know. I'm the only who's typing this after all.
Anyways, so apparently it's not just Shin Godzilla who will be the biggest threat. Any Shin fans will know what I'm talking about. But for those who don't, I'll fill in. There will be spoilers, so I wouldn't recommend this to those who haven't seen the film and want to.
So here it goes: At the end of Shin Godzilla, a frozen Godzilla can be standing in the middle of a ruined Tokyo, with several small creatures coming out of the tail before being frozen alongside Godzilla.
Those of his spawnlings. Shin has amazing potential when it comes to superpowers. There was a piece of trivia in Gojipedia that mentioned future forms of Shin coming from the Art of Shin Godzilla book.
Here's what it says;
According to The Art of Shin Godzilla and several other official publications, the fourth form was merely a beginning ("baby") and Godzilla would continue to evolve. Future forms and consequences of this have been noted, and it was pointed that extinction on the subcellular scale is necessary to defeat Godzilla.
These include the below aspects:
Fifth Form
Acquire flight ability.
Self-division without limits to eventually cover the whole of Earth.
Divided forms may shrink in size and form a legion.
Become immune to the Yashiori Plan.
Lose algesia (sensitivity to pain) and emotions.
Self-generation of a completed form from a tiniest fragment of the body.
Sixth Form
Overcoming requirements of air and water to survive.
Will achieve self energy productions.
Achieving limitless nuclear fusions and overcome energy problems.
Degeneration of the mouth and teeth. Will eventually lose these organs.
Will eventually invade outer space and reach other planets.
Seventh Form
Contains a small universe within its body.
Synthesizing any materials and elements at will and make them its own.
Adapt to harsh environments of any planets.
Eighth Form
Transcending physical law and reaching the "level of GOD" (and Immortality).
And;
"Interestingly, it was revealed in 2012 that a memo named Shin Godzilla was left by Ishiro Honda; he was planning to create a Godzilla to self-divide, and coalesce enemies and grow larger, enabling aerification and solidification, and become inanimate.
It was removed from Gojipedia, but I was able to find it again thanks to a Toho Kingdom forum. Just look up "Monster Discussion, Godzilla 2016, Page 3." And to remind you all...Donovan has the same potential as Shin Godzilla as well! Think of that!
So…that's all I have to say. I hope to see you all soon, and I hope you look forward to more!