Hello! This is just a fanfic for me to release my stress, and I have no beta for this, so if it turns out shit, I honestly don't care. These will be one-shots of different PJO universes. Updates will be infrequent. This is for myself, other fanfics are not out of hiatus.

We're starting with Shin Godzilla because why the hell not.

Also, just to not confuse people, horizontal lines are for separating sections or for timeskips, and (x) is to separate a scene change or a change in perspective.

Credit goes to Rick Riordan and owners of all fandoms or writers in all wikis I use

Universe 1: Godly Evolution

All Percy could see was red. Blood dripped out of every orifice of his body, his skin turning black and craggy. His muscles bulged at random intervals.

He stumbled down an abandoned road, screaming in agony as his bones contorted into different shapes. His body was straining at his skin, which was heated by massive amounts of radiation, making it slough off in bloody messes that splattered on the asphalt.

Percy couldn't feel his arms anymore. With his balance off, he couldn't stand upright anymore, and landed on the ground.

Still, he forced himself to move. He knew if he stopped, he would die. So he pushed himself across the ground, the road rash being nothing compared to the agony he was going through.

Soon, though, he felt something. A pulse of energy that he could feel at constant intervals. This was the first time since this had started that Percy could feel something other than pain.

He forced himself to move even faster, his footsteps destroying the road underneath, and his now massive frame shoving over entire buildings.

Percy reached his destination within minutes, and began to burrow underneath the pile of trash that contained that energy. And with his destination reached, all he would do now…is sleep.

60 years later:

The group of four had reached the crest of a mountain of junk. Piles of metal items gleamed in the moonlight, such as statues, chariots, an assortment of weapons, and even cars and computers.

"Whoa," Bianca said. "Some of that looks like real gold."

"It is," Thalia said grimly. "Don't touch anything. This is the junkyard of the gods."

Grover picked up a silver crown studded with glittering jewels. "This is junk?" He bit off a point. "It's delicious!"

Bianca didn't want to know what that tasted like.

Thalia swatted the crown out of Grover's hands. "I'm serious!"

Something caught Bianca's eye. "Hey, look!" She scrambled over to a bow that glowed silver. "Here's a bow that looks just like your's, Zoe!"

The daughter of Hades let out a yelp as it shrunk into a silver hairpin. "It's just like my scythe!"

"Leave it, Bianca," Zoe said.

"But–"

"It is here for a reason," the Huntress said. "Anything thrown into this junkyard must stay in here. It is either defective or cursed."

Bianca set down the hairclip reluctantly.

Thalia gripped her spear tighter. "I don't like this place," she said. "I can feel something's not right."

"Yes," Zoe agreed. "I can sense something else also. Come. Let us leave quickly."

They picked their way through the massive hills and valleys of junk. Occasionally, Bianca and Grover picked up stuff that caught their eye, like a pair of golden birds that scattered when Grover touched them.

Hours later, they were atop a hill, and the highway was just half a mile away. But between them was a row of massive metal columns wedged together.

Bianca frowned. "They look like–"

"Toes," Grover said.

Zoe and Thalia exchanged looks. "Let's go around. Far around."

"But–" Bianca pointed at the highway. "The road's right there."

"Come on," Thalia said. "Around."

Several minutes of walking later, they arrived at the highway.

"We made it out," Zoe said. "Thank the gods."

Just then, they heard the sound of metal smashing into each other, and they whirled around.

Bianca groaned. "Ah shit."

A massive robot came out of the mountain of junk, wearing a rusty set of Greek battle armor. He had to be about two hundred feet tall, looking down at the demigods like a killer skyscraper with arms and legs. The face was partially deformed, and on his chest, written in dust were the words WASH ME.

Zoe gasped. "Talos!"

"That can't be the original," Thalia said. "It's too small. A defective model."

Bianca looked at the towering robot. "That's small?"

Talos reached for the sword hanging from his side, and drew it from its sheath. The metal screeched and groaned as it came out. It was dull, but being crushed to death didn't sound any more appealing than being sliced to death.

"Someone took something," Zoe said. "Who took something?"

Bianca looked at the asphalt. A figurine that was not there before was there. "Ah."

Thalia looked at where Bianca was looking. "What the hell? The thing that set this fucker off was a toy rolling out of the junkyard?"

Thalia had no more time to complain as Talos took a step closer.

"Scatter!" Grover shouted.

Thalia drew her shield, running down the highway. Talos took out a row of power lines, a mess of wires and splintered logs blocking Thalia's path. Zoe shot arrows that shattered against Talos's face. Grover brayed and ran up a mountain of metal.

Bianca decided to run towards the robot, pulling a pendant from her neck, the pendant turning into a black scythe as tall as herself. She spun the scythe and threw it at Talos' knee like a frisbee. "Hey, catch!"

The scythe sliced through the knee, but Talos's leg was still attached, so he just turned and swiped his sword at Bianca, gouging a trench out of the trash and sending her tumbling into a massive pit in the ground.

And she fell.

(x)

Percy would never get used to the pain.

He would often wake up in agonizing pain, but just as often fall back asleep. He couldn't escape the pain, even as he slept. The only company he had was the occasional pulse of energy, but soon, even that would fade away as he got used to it.

Sometimes, he would cry out for help, but nothing came out of his throat, only the growling and snarling of a wild animal.

How long has it been since he's been like this? A week? A month? A year? Decades? Percy wouldn't know. The last time he saw a calendar was in 1945. The only other thing he could remember was his name. The rest of his consciousness was just filled with pain.

Percy noticed his blood had stopped flowing out, and his skin had stopped sloughing off. But it was like he had a fever that ran hundreds of degrees high. His blood was boiling all the time, his organs felt compressed. His muscles felt like massive drills were digging into them.

This was his life now.

Until he felt something else. A cool sensation that took away his pain. His fever began to recede as his radiation stopped trying to burst out of his skin.

For the first time in sixty years, Percy opened his eyes.

(x)

Bianca froze in fear as the eye opened in front of her. It was half her height, and stared at her, unblinking. She was about to turn and run when she heard–

Hot. Pain. Help.

Please.

Bianca looked back at the eye. She could understand its–his pain. His body was constantly struggling against itself, radiation heating him up from inside, boiling his blood.

She felt something wet on her cheek, and she quickly wiped her face. She would help him. She could help him.

And she did.

2 years later:

Kronos raised his scythe to cut down Annabeth and Bianca, when a hand stopped his scythe. An emaciated figure with a crack that ran down its body appeared, stopping the blade with its bony arm.

"What is this?" Kronos asked, trying to pull his scythe out of its grasp. The figure stood still, not moving an inch as it held the scythe in place. "This is impossible!"

Nico appeared next to Bianca. "All the mortals have been evacuated from the city. It's time."

Annabeth scooped up her knife she dropped on the ground. "Thank the gods."

"Let's leave the rest to Percy, then," Bianca said. "Demigods! Retreat!"

The demigod army retreated into the Empire State Building, piling into the elevator as fast as they could.

"Cowards!" Kronos roared. "Attack!"

The army of monsters started their charge on the building when an army of malformed humanoid figures landed on the pavement, cracking the street. The army suddenly lost a third of their numbers when each of the creatures released a purple beam, scything through the monsters.

Even Kronos yelled in pain when he was hit by one of the beams. He managed to free his scythe, then leapt off his chariot, which was turned into a smoldering pile of ashes.

He was about to attack these creatures himself when a roar echoed in the empty streets of Manhattan.

This wasn't a drakon or any other monster he recognized. This was deeper, more feral. More horrifying.

A shadow appeared behind the Empire State Building, and the ground shook as the monster stepped closer. It then appeared from behind the building.

It was a giant reptilian creature, with small, sunken eyes and a lipless maw that showed off needle-like teeth. Three rows of jagged plates ran down its back, ending in a tail that was as long as its body, topped off with a massive human-like skull.

Then a spike glowed purple. And another. And another. The purple glow traveled up its back, and when it reached its head, its chest began to glow the same color.

It lowered its head, and began to release massive clouds of smoke from its mouth. Then it turned into a column of fire, which spread through Manhattan as a wave, scouring the city of life. The Titans who didn't have time to react were turned into ash.

Kronos teleported himself above the monster, bringing his scythe high above his head. "Die!"

And he saw no more. Purple beams came out of the creature's back, one of them completely covering the body of the Titan, reaching his weak spot, and turning him into ash.

Percy roared victoriously above the molten city, the Second Titanomachy now over for good.

This took an hour of typing random shit I slapped together. See you guys next time!

- spectre646