Unnatural cold crawled into his scales, clawing awake his nerves and senses, his mind waking into the land of the living once more. A gnawing sensation pricked at his stomach and light assaulted his retinas as soon as he opened his eyes, but he didn't react, merely welcoming the pain, and enjoying the comfort and relief it brought him.

So, he was still alive.

He took in a breath and let it out, glancing away from the burning light and to his surroundings. Clarity flooded his mind as he scanned the pearly white walls around him, the stench of chemicals wafting in the air provided a sense of familiarity in this strange and unknown location. Where on Earth was he?

Memories came flashing into his mind… right. He wasn't on Earth anymore or at least not his Earth.

Two Earths…

That revelation didn't strike him as hard as he'd expected. Though he couldn't find a reason why it would, it didn't matter whether there were one, two or a hundred Earths. As long as he had a place to live and rule over, there was no reason for him to fret over trivial matters.

Godzilla got onto his feet, a bit of discomfort following his every move. While his new body was similar to his old one in many ways, he still couldn't get over the feeling of how light he felt. Every movement was easier and it almost felt like that time he'd been blasted to the Moon, and that wasn't mentioning his newfound height or lack thereof.

As he stood to his full height, shorter than most pests if that one that had attacked him were to be referred to, his body immediately began sinking into the ground. Alarmed, he stood still for a moment, noting how weirdly soft the ground was to his scales. Eventually, he stopped sinking and while a little puzzled at what just happened, he didn't let himself dwell on that too long. He had to get back to his original strength and stature so he could dish out the proper punishment to that pest and that pet of theirs.

Glancing around, he noticed that he was on a platform of sorts and briefly contemplated on how he should get down before ultimately deciding to jump off, leaving a few cracks and a dent in the ground. Godzilla wandered around with no short amount of perplexity, everything around him was so much larger than he was. How did these creatures live like this? And was the ground supposed to feel this smooth? It feels so odd…

Just where was he? He had never seen walls this weird nor this white before. He glanced at the walls and at his claws, an idea forming in his mind. He still didn't know what limits this body had nor its strength after that farce of a battle. And what better way than to test it out by demolishing the wall that stood in his way.

Godzilla raised a stubby arm and–

A pink glow enveloped his arm, stopping him from tearing down the wall and escaping his prison. The sound of something metallic reached his ears and he turned to face it. There was a pink and round creature that stood at a gate of sorts, but any further details were muzzled when he noticed the pink glow surrounding its nubby arms.

Snarling, "Relinquish your hold on me at once, you disgusting cretin!" he growled, baring his teeth at the newcomer.

Unphased by his aggression, the pink creature prattled, keeping a steady gaze on him. "Absolutely not, young Larvitar. Until you refrain from damaging our establishment…"

Godzilla didn't listen any longer, instead putting his focus on fighting against the psychic hold on his arm. It broke surprisingly quick but in less than a second, it took hold once more, the grip significantly stronger than the last.

"Please stop resisting, I do not want to hurt–"

He broke out of the psychic hold once more, barely using any more effort before he turned and lunged. However, he didn't get more than a meter in the air before his body seized up and froze, the pink aura now covering every inch of his new form. Suspended in mid-air, he thrashed around, limbs flailing as he desperately tried to escape the hold that threatened to crush this pathetic form.

Eventually, whether through sheer determination or his new body was stronger than it looked, the psychic hold weakened and he plummeted to the ground with a mighty crash, shaking the floor as he broke the smooth stone. Without skipping a beat, he got up, glanced at the pink creature and–

Vines wrapped around him, constricting his arms and legs and immobilizing him. Biollante? he mentally questioned, only knowing of one monster capable of utilising vines in combat. Godzilla opened his mouth, preparing to burn away the vines with a fiery blast before grimacing when he remembered that he had lost his nuclear energy. But that didn't stop him from tearing at them with his mouth, and his teeth did the job well enough, ripping them apart easily and loosening their grip, thus allowing him to escape and hunt down the ones who dared oppose him.

"Insolent whelp," he hissed, glaring at the pink creature and the… "Insect!"

That pest's pet was here! And it was colluding with the round one. He shook his head. No matter. He had already gotten used to their attacks, they couldn't hope to hold him in again. With fury in his eyes, he snarled, not even noticing the psychic hold on his body as he broke through and tore away the coming vines. Did they honestly think working together could allow them to stand up to him? The King of All Monsters?

He reached into his body, channelling that energy he felt from the prior battle. As he ran, chunks of the floor floated and coalesced into a jagged orb twice the size of him, it soared through the air, following his mental directions as it flung itself towards the bug.

With a loud squeak, the bug countered with a few of those sharp leaves, slicing the projectile in half. Unfortunately for it, he hadn't intended to use the attack for more than a distraction as he followed up by sinking his teeth into its leafy cloak. It shrieked in pain as he swung his head back and forth, shaking away the leaves on its body in his reckless vigour.

It was then the round creature decided to stop him in his tracks, pushing him away with a loud screech. He stumbled back, his highly sensitive ears in agony over the painful noise.

But he recovered quickly and just in time to notice a bunch of blue powdery substance floating around him and–his legs buckled, his mind becoming blurry and his vision greying as his muscles failed to respond. What was going on? What did they do to him? His eyes drooped heavily as a wave of fatigue hit his system, he gritted his teeth and fought off the desire to rest.

No…

He wasn't going down now…

He wasn't going down again…

Not again…

Not…

The former king crashed onto the ground with little grace, eyes shut and snoring without care as his world faded to black once more.

When he woke up, he found himself in a grassy field with the sun's warmth embracing his form. He glanced around, basking in the beautiful heat, it reminded him so dearly of the warmth that had permeated his body for millenniums. It made him briefly forget the gnawing in his stomach. He could feel the winds tickling his scales, the grass beneath brushing against him. Never had he thought he could experience it in its living form.

"... for making you stay in there for so long. If I'd known you liked the sun so much, I would've sent you out earlier," a vaguely familiar voice said, interrupting his train of thought.

He turned around to face whatever the creature was and–it was that disgusting pest! The one that'd commanded that insect and dealt him a humiliating defeat! Never had he felt so violated to see one up close.

He snarled, growling at the hand that tried to reach him. What nerve! The pest backed off, speaking more of its useless garble. Godzilla took a step forward, teeth baring and relishing in the pest's fear. Yes, that's right. Fear me and understand your place! This pest had to pay! That humiliating defeat from its pet…

He lunged.

And was stopped.

A series of vines wrapped around his torso and this time, his muzzle too, completely immobilizing him as the pest took out a red and white orb, and he was thrown into a world that was heavy with fog.

Clarity returned to him when the starry night became visible. He was once again in a field, the sun having long since set presumably hours ago.

It was peculiar how the night sky was still as huge as it had always been. It was the one thing that had stayed the same ever since he'd been reborn.

He enjoyed it.

How unfortunate it was that the pest had to come and disturb him.

This time though he didn't hesitate and immediately went for him, causing whatever contraption in its hands to fall off and onto the dirt, scattering its contents as he…

… was once again immobilized.

Infuriated, he thrashed around in his confines, nearly tearing apart the vines through sheer will alone before he was once again sent back into the foggy realm.

It was midnight when he was back in reality again.

"Graaah!" he roared, his wrath polluting the quiet atmosphere around him.

How dare that pest! And how dare that insect push him around! Did they know not of what they were angering? Did they honestly believe they could keep him trapped forever in that foggy realm?

He glanced around and in his rage, kicked away at a nearby log, completely shattering it into splinters and bits. There was a lingering scent of burnt and charred wood floating around, one that he was quite familiar with. He noticed a strange fur-like structure a couple of meters away and what looked to be a weird device that had four legs merely a few meters in front, it also seemed to be made out of plastic. Noting that it was likely one of those pests' contraptions, he made his way over and began tearing away at it; the senseless destruction did little to quell his rage. Breaking apart a leg, he threw it at a tree, carving a large chunk out of it. That was quite enjoyable.

But it wasn't enough to quench his rage. He needed more!

He tore another leg out, the gnawing sensation in his stomach doing little to weaken him as he threw it at the nearby structure.

But before it could connect, it suddenly froze in mid-air, as if held by an invisible force.

Seeing that broke him away from his anger-fueled rampage and he gave the floating plastic leg a wary glance. A freezing chill ran down his spine and he balked at the feeling. He was never going to get used to the feeling of coldness.

The floating leg slowly moved towards him, occasionally waving the sharp and broken edge towards him. Never one to fear anything, he stood his ground, claws ready to tear it apart. It stopped abruptly and vanished from view but he hadn't had the time to react before a voice spoke.

"What were you doing? Little Larvitar?~" It sounded close to his ears, real close, like it was behind him. He turned around quickly but saw nothing. Godzilla glanced at his surroundings, trying to discern the owner of the voice. Giggles rang through the air, some were close like the creature was a mere inch away from him while others sounded far, muffled and muted by the distance.

He was getting tired of this charade. "Show yourself, cretin!" he growled though that seem to have only provoked the creature further as its giggles and laughter grew louder and louder until finally he snapped and let out a roar that displayed a wealth of Power!

The world around him quieted to a standstill and the obnoxious laughing slowed to a crawl. A small creature blinked into existence, it was a very dark shade of purple and it had a mane that flowed in an invisible wind. The gems around its neck seemed to shine as it held the plastic leg in its mouth. It stared at him with a blank look as it slowly and silently descended, not keeping its eyes off of him as it did so.

Before he could even think about the creature's sudden appearance, it burst into laughter, the plastic leg dropping onto the ground as it shrieked and bellowed, its mane flowing erratically. "Fwahahaha! What in the Distortion World was that? Was that supposed to be a roar? That sounded like a newborn Skitty's mew!" It cackled with newfound vigour, its little body shaking and tears forming in its eyes.

Godzilla growled. He didn't know what a Skitty was but it was plain to see that this spirit was mocking him. Despite his anger, however, he held his tongue, it was fruitless trying to fight a spirit. He already had problems doing so back in his original form, and even though it pained him to admit it, he currently stood no chance against something that could go intangible.

"Why do you deem yourself worthy of being in my presence, spirit?" he all but demanded, his short tail flicking behind him and his eyes locked on the spirit, not daring to let it out of his sight.

The spirit's cackling slowly ceased until it faded fully. It turned to him with a glare, all the precious mirth lost in its eyes. "Oh, y'know. Just enjoying the night and the moon, normal ghost stuff. I let you out 'cause I wanted some company but nope, guess you just have to throw a tantrum and ruin our campsite! " The spectre's voice teetered on the verge of shrieking. It grumbled some more incoherent gibberish before continuing. "You're lucky I know how to isolate sound otherwise, Ted and Whimmy would be awake right now. And trust me, you do not want to interrupt her beauty sleep." Admittedly, it was a little disturbing to see a ghost quiver in fear but Godzilla didn't focus on that, instead, his attention went to the familiar name he'd heard.

"Whimmy? That insect is here?"

That elicited a response from the spirit, its eyes narrowed and its mouth thinned. "That 'insect' kicked your ass, Larvi." It scoffed. "And why do you wanna know? Unless you wanna get your ass kicked again, you wouldn't wanna wake her now of all time."

Godzilla snarled. "That bug's victory was a fluke. It had caught me off guard when I hadn't gotten used to this frail body."

"Uh huh." It rolled its eyes. "Keep telling yourself that." Godzilla only scowled at the blatant insult. "Well, if you'll excuse me. I'm gonna enjoy myself for the rest of the night. You're free to do whatever you want. Just–" Its eyes glowed menacingly as it showed off teeth that should not belong to a creature so small. "–don't attack my friends! Or I'll make you regret being alive."

And with that threat delivered, it flickered out of sight.

To any lesser being, that pitiful display of intimidation would've left them in a catatonic state but to Godzilla, he who had faced creatures beyond mortal comprehension (and won), it did little to deter the anger that began to stew as he processed the infuriating conversation.

His eyes fell on the fur-like structure a fair distance away. His tail swished behind him, patting the ground and dispersing a cloud of dust. For a moment he stood there, the moonlight shining down on his black scales. With a stifled yawn, he turned away, made his way over to a dent in the ground, and curled into himself.

This body was too weak and tired anyway. He could bide his time and challenge that insect and spirit later.

But for now, he needed his rest.

Morning arrived and as he came to enjoy another quiet slumber, something prodded at him and he, acting out of pure instinct, attempted to bite whatever was disturbing him. It, however, did not work as whatever was annoying him was at least smart enough to retreat.

Not smart enough to leave him alone, however.

He opened his eyes, teeth bared as he glared at the annoyance. A plumage of leaves and flowers filled his vision along with a familiar black carapace. It was that insect! "You!" he snarled, quickly getting onto his feet as he pounced at the bug with a claw aimed at its throat.

Its eyes narrowed but not with any stress or fear. A vine slipped into his range and he cursed at himself as he wasn't in the position to dodge or tear it and was thus subsequently immobilised as it wrapped itself tightly around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides yet being low enough that he couldn't easily bite or chew through it. He found that he could still wiggle his arms but even after a minute of struggle, he couldn't escape his planty constraints. That didn't mean he stopped, however.

"... it's nice to officially meet you!" The insect spoke despite his efforts to escape, nonchalantly looking at him as if he wasn't a threat .

Godzilla snarled, biting at another vine that came close to his face.

The insect's features tensed. "Hey, I'm just trying to say hello," it said before shaking its head. "Never mind. I'm Whimmy, what's your name… uh if you have one, of course!" Godzilla thrashed around, not even bothering to give the insect any attention beyond the bare minimum. "Arceus, you're really aggressive, aren't you? Are most Larvitars like that? Oh, whoops, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just saying that most wild Pokémon I met aren't as bad as you–n-not that I'm saying you're bad! I just meant–"

An exasperated sigh cut off the insect's inane blabbering. "It's not gonna work, Whimmy." A new voice, along with the presence of last night's spectre winked into existence. It gave him a tired look. "You're not gonna get through this guy. Trust me, this guy's not worth the effort. We'd be better off telling Ted to ditch this guy than waste our time."

"Psh, you know we can't do that, Minda!" the insect said. "Besides, I'm sure we can convince him! We'll be best buddies in no time!"

"He already tried to attack you three times."

"Only because we provoked him first! If we didn't fight him then he wouldn't–"

"He wouldn't what? If I recall correctly, he tried to tear down a wall when he woke up! No sane mon would ever dare try to destroy a Joy's property!"

"I–"

Angry at being ignored, Godzilla snarled and shouted, "Release me this once, you pathetic whelps! I will not tolerate being ignored and played around like a toy!" His glare was filled to the brim with a new batch of rage, if looks could kill, they'd both be melted sludge under the flames of his fury.

There was a slight moment of fear that washed over the insect and he relished in it before it disappeared as the insect glared back at him, matching his wrathful sight with annoyance. "If you could stop trying to fight me and listen then I wouldn't have to tie you up!"

How cute. Godzilla almost scoffed at its pitiful display. The insect really thought it could intimidate him? If he still had his essence at claw, the insect before him would've been nothing but a pile of ash. But once again, as he squirmed underneath the vines, he was reminded of his frail body and how truly pathetic–no, not pathetic. As the king, he would never be below any of these cretins. He'd merely need to regain his strength and figure out his new body's abilities.

Unfortunately, he couldn't do so without these insects bothering him. And with his lack of strength, he couldn't get them to leave him. It was truly a frustrating cycle. And worse was how he couldn't release any stress by satisfying his lust for destruction on one of those metal fields the pests called a city.

His planty chains loosened, snapping him back to reality and he made to lunge. But like the previous times he tried that, he was subdued. This time, not by a volley of vines but rather a soft cyan glow that covered him from head to tail. He thrashed around, almost breaking free of the psychic hold before it strengthened and darkened in colour.

"Arceus, you're stronger than you look. I can't believe I'm having this much trouble with a scrawny lizard like you."

Scrawny? Godzilla growled, levelling a seething glare at the spectre, if he was in his right mind, he'd be revelling in the fear he'd instilled but he was too furious to care and he doubled his efforts into breaking out of the psychic hold. "You insolent scum. I'll destroy everything you hold dear! Starting with that pest you love so much–"

"Enough!" the insect shouted and the psychic hold on him faltered and broke, allowing him to– The insect turned to him, and a dome of leaves fluttered into existence before it fell and coalesced into a dome of protective light. His eyes met the insect's underneath it and against all reason, he flinched.

It wasn't out of fear, of course, but rather from the change that now appeared over the insect's eyes. It glared at him with no short amount of frustration, its previous demeanour gone as the protective light dispersed. "You wanna fight? Fine! But if I win, you'll have to stop fighting us and let us help!"

"Whimmy. What are you–" The spectre started but froze over when the insect levelled a glare that would make Caesar proud.

"Shut up! I'm tired of him constantly attacking us after we saved his life!" Saved his life? Godzilla scoffed. As if he needed the help of a bunch of pests. The insect turned to face him, a vine inching dangerously close to him. "If all it takes is one short battle to get him to stop attacking and let us help. Then fine!"

"Whimmy, you can't just–just do that! Ted won't… His body's not–"

"I can and I will!" It lashed at the ground with a vine, carving an inch deep into the ground before facing him. "Come on! You wanna go? Then let's go!"

Not needing to be told twice, he moved forward, claws reared back as he tore through the vines obstructing him. A volley of sharpened leaves flew at him, and remembering their strength, he leapt to the side, dodging the full brunt of it as a few grazed his scales.

He bit back a hiss, eyes locked onto the stationery insect. The unfamiliar energy within him came to life and following the motions that he'd undergone before, he reached out a claw, the earth shifting along with his movements as a chunk of stone floated beside him. He sent it through the air, the stone sailing through with little resistance as it honed in on his foe.

The insect lashed at it with a vine, cleaving the rock in half. But he hadn't been idle as behind the rock, he followed, emerging from the dust that appeared as he lunged forward. The insect avoided his claws with minimal movements before knocking him back with the vines along with the air in his lungs. The blow hurt far more than he thought possible but he didn't relent, charging in with intent to kill. He summoned another rock only to have the insect carve it in half before he could even command it to move.

"Are you done yet?"

Godzilla scowled, angry at the nonchalant tone in the insect's voice. How dare it! How dare it treat him with such disrespect! He was a god, a king! This insect was making a mockery out of him. He snarled, a dry growl rumbling in his throat. No matter, he just had to show the bug what the King of All Monsters could do.

He stood there for a moment. The insect stared back at him, not even taking the opportunity to attack. A mistake. And it was going to regret not taking him seriously.

With a guttural roar, he clawed at the ground beneath him, channelling the power within him and launching the dirt and sand to his adversary as he charged forward. And like before, a vine came to intercept him. He gestured for a rock to emerge and it obliged, blocking the vine as he reached closer. Another vine came. Another rock blocked it. He was close, close enough to–

While the insect was busy with his rocks, the dirt and sand he'd flung with his power landed in its eyes, blinding the pathetic whelp. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he stomped the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth as several more rocks came to his side. The insect flinched as the shockwave shook it down to its roots, and a vine reached out to remove the dirt in its eyes. Surprisingly, the insect still stood firmly on the ground even after taking the full force of a boulder slightly bigger than it. It screeched in pain before violently lashing out, cleaving the other rocks he'd sent before calming down once it regained its vision.

Unfortunately for it, he was already on the move and with one swift jump, his teeth went in deep, the taste of iron filling his mouth was an unpleasant one. The insect thrashed, letting out a screech of pain that threatened to blow his ears off. It was… getting difficult to tell up from down. His small body was getting thrown around like a ragdoll, he bit harder and the screech grew louder and the motions more erratic. It was only through sheer determination that he was still able to hold on and even that was a miracle.

For the umpteenth time since his rebirth, he cursed his body's weakness as he could feel his grip slipping. He desperately tried to hold on, pouring every ounce of strength into his bite but it wasn't enough. A vine had wedged itself between him and his opponent, and it lashed at him, throwing him away and onto the dirt.

He crashed and skidded against the ground, uprooting grass and getting his scales scratched by rocks and pebbles. The pain from the impact was coming to him and despite the adrenaline, he could feel an immense burning pain across his underbelly. It was likely from the large gash that had appeared after he was thrown and while it hadn't drawn blood, it still hurt like there was no tomorrow.

Getting onto his feet, Godzilla glared at his foe, exhaustion creeping up on him with every laboured breath that escaped him. He snarled, ignoring how his underbelly flared in pain at his reckless movements. This wasn't the end. He would not lose to an inferior bug! He refused to lose to a pathetic insect! He was the King of All Monsters! It didn't matter that he had been reduced into a vessel that held barely even a fraction of his original strength. He would win!

Something responded. Like a dam bursting at the seams, a new wave of energy surged within him, cloaking his body in a dark aura, his eyes glowed, the light blue tinged with wisps of red and yellow. Power filled his veins, his muscles bulging with the excess energy as he felt an incredibly familiar rage overwhelm his body. A low growl rumbled in his throat and he turned, glaring at the insect with rage that burned at his core. He fell onto all fours, every ounce of the proud king vanished and was replaced with a mindless and feral beast that needed no words to convey his earthly desires.

Left. Right. Left. Right. His instincts drove him to do what he hadn't considered. The horn that he didn't know he had, slashed at the vines, and combined with his claws and teeth, it had made it all the easier to approach his opponent.

He rammed into the insect, a green dome of energy meeting his horn. He didn't stop. He continued, his mind driven by one impulse, the urge to make this cretin pay for the humiliating defeat. The bug needed to pay! It would pay back for its–

*Crack*

Like a mirror falling and shattering against the floor, the dome cracked and fizzled away, the startled squeak giving all the satisfaction he needed as he drove his horn deeper and deeper and–

Pain exploded against him and before he knew what happened, he was sent flying across the field, his aura dissipating into nothing as his body skidded against the ground, digging himself deeper and deeper into the dirt.

Several leaves were stuck in his body, each coated in what appeared to be the same aura he had held. The pain was mind numbing. But he could still go on. He had worse before. He could still continue…

He could…

He couldn't…

He couldn't move.

Why? Why couldn't he move?

His body was fine. His legs were still well despite the dozens of cuts in them. His arms were still with him and his body hadn't been split in half yet. He could still continue. Despite the numerous wounds that would be otherwise debilitating to any normal kaiju, he could still continue. He was Godzilla, he had experienced hundreds of wounds more fatal than this. He had survived worse than this. He had taken worse than this and he could still fight.

So why couldn't he? Why wouldn't his body believe he could still continue?

His vision was darkening, it was getting harder to keep hold of any coherent thoughts. His grip on consciousness was slipping but he couldn't give up. He refused to lose to an inferior creature.

No… he…

… couldn't…

… lose.

He couldn't…

And the king lay there, unconscious and beaten with little traces of yellow powder coating his being as he slipped into the realm of darkness.