Two months. That's how long it had been since Monarch had toyed with forces beyond their limited comprehension. Two months since he and his pack had been displaced. Sucking into a tear in space-time that had sent them to this world. Two months of being forced into his weak and humiliating form, with all of its unwanted attention. His Queen's amusement at said attention was equally annoying, and his only solace was her firm glare on those who tried to get too close.

They'd quickly been found by this world's answer to Monarch. And he didn't like them any more than he liked Monarch. But, they were given food, shelter and identities. And now he sat in a very uncomfortable chair, waiting for the glasses before him to get to the point. But she continued to waffle on.

Lament. A word he was becoming very familiar with. The King did not like this word. But he now intimately understood it. Oh how he wished he'd destroyed those damned humans when he had the chance. No. Instead he allowed the call of his Queen to soothe his anger. To calm his rage. To influence his choice. A choice he was now living to regret… even if it was nice to hold his pup without fear of breaking her.

As if sensing his thoughts, his pup nudged him with her shoulder. Carefully, he brought his tail up and tapped her other side, still marvelling at how small she was. A spark of electrical power caused her to cover her mouth to hide her giggles. A nudge from his Queen refocused his attention on the glasses opposite him.

The King felt his head throb as he stared at her. The glasses in front of him grinned, sliding him a piece of paper, with words he barely understood and proudly showed her smile full of false promises. A smile that widened as his blood boiled. His eye twitched at the sight, the laughter of his Queen and Pup doing little to soothe him.

And yet, it was only their calming presence that stopped him from reaching for his Star-Fire, as the smug glasses in front of him was all but on her knees begging for him to unleash the full force of his burning breath. The scene played out in his mind, his breath reducing her to ash like the False King. He almost did it. Almost.

His stunning, brilliant, mischievous Queen slipped her dainty extremity into his calloused grip and caused his rage to simmer down. Her telepathic giggle telling him all he needed to know about her thoughts on the matter. Still, he found his grip tightening.

At a giggle and light touch from his Pup, he picked up the pen, the motions feeling off, and signed his name on the deed. His Queen had read it, and while she may play games, she'd never deceive him. He grunted, at least his Pup would have food and shelter in this new world.

…

…

…

Damned Humans.

Soon, he and his pack were on the move. His pup enjoying the sensation of finally matching his stride, while his Queen spoke gentle words of encouragement to her. He himself, however, remained vigilant. Glaring at everything around them. Especially the males who eyed his pup. He felt his Queen roll her eyes at his internal smugness when the males paled and quickly made themselves scarce under his glare.

Seeing a street vendor, and his pups pout, he and his Queen silently agreed to stop and buy some of the treats on display. Begrudgingly, he acknowledged that the humans knew how to make sweet smells and treats. Though he also noted that both his Queen and Pup had a "Sweet tooth", given the amount of sugar they'd gotten.

Already, he could see this being a problem, so he made a mental note to go for a swim. Lost and sunken treasures were going to be extremely valuable now and hopefully, they were in identical places to their original world. Seeing another stand, he was quick to grab both his Queen and Pup and guide them away from it, much to their disappointment. Seeing the look on their faces, he made a note to go for that swim tonight. They were going to need the funds.

As they walked, he spotted his reflection in some glass, and growled lowly. His once great Saurian bulk was replaced by a human's visage; he was tall, towering over most humans with skin tanned from plenty of time on the beach, long spiky dark blue hair, the only consolation was that his hands and feet were still claws, his powerful scales coating them. His dorsal spines lay upon his back, with his long powerful tail idly swishing behind him.

He hated it. Yes, his skin was stronger than everything but his scales, but he was not what he should be. Yes, he was taller than all but the giants, but he was not as tall as he should be. Even his dorsal plates were not as sharp or as durable as they should be. Disgust rolled in his gut as he took in his appearance.

"You look fine, dad," He suddenly felt his Pup's hand in his claw and dragged his attention away. He playfully growled at her, smelling her smugness. To his Pup's other side, his Queen giggled. She did it again when he felt his Pup begin to tug on his arm, "C'mon dad, we can go faster right?" seeing no reason to deny her, he swept her up and onto his shoulders, his pup letting out a loud laugh at being so high up.

Once again, The King noted how small his pup was. She fit comfortably on his shoulder, despite his own diminutive height. A single hand around her shins kept her in place, while his Queen quickly shoved herself under his other arm and smirked at his reflexive hold on her. Staying in each other's embrace, the small family continued their walk to their new home.

When they finally reached their new home, he froze. He could smell multiple scents he'd never smelled before... and his Queen was relaxed as ever, meaning she knew. Damned Mothra and her damned games! The Door opened and a loud cry of "Welcome Home!" erupted from it.

He cursed his new form, and the desires it had for he immediately noticed the human female half of the people in his doorway. A Lamia, a Harpy, a Centaur, a Slime, a Mermaid, and finally an Arachne. His Pup smothered a giggle as he sighed explosively and mimicked an action he'd seen her sire do, pinch the bridge of his nose.

Somehow, despite them being in different worlds right now, Mark Russel sensed Godzilla's plight and let out the most sinister of laughs "YES! THAT'S IT! THAT'S HOW IT FEELS!" He roared into the air. His coworkers were now scared for life