Creation began on 04-01-20
Creation ended on 04-01-20
Godzilla: The Planet Eater
Both Must Fall: Revival
A/N: Now that we know the truth, how do we go on from here?
"…My God," went Martin as the third drone had sent the sub back crucial footage before shorting out.
"Zilla," added Adam as they evaluated the footage.
Slumped atop a massive pyramidal structure with a stairway leading up to it was a colossal dinosaurian organism with dorsal spines along its back. Behind it were several falls of lava pooling both behind and in front of it beside the stairway were large statues made in the image of the great beast. And further away from the structure, as though worshipping the creature…were a few creatures of similar size and looking as though they belonged to the same era as the primary one did.
"Anguirus," Yuko uttered, identifying the few creatures present, "Baragon, Varan, Gorosaurus, Rodan… There's even a Manda there, too. They must be descendants of the ones that mimicking plant creature killed thousands of years ago."
"Then that…must be the real Godzilla," Haruo stated. "This must be his domain."
"He must've come here after he was injured," suggested Adam, "to recover, to absorb the planet's natural radiation."
"But if it's been doing this for so long, why hasn't it made any attempts to go after the copycat?" Metphies questioned.
"Maybe it did, but each time it tried, it was beaten close to death, forcing it to retreat," Yuko theorized, "or this process of regeneration and adaptation is a slow one, taking years, even centuries to accomplish."
"Either way, it can't do anything until it's fully rejuvenated. But if it feeds on radiation, maybe there's not enough natural radiation left here for it to absorb."
"What if we gave it more radiation to absorb from a nuke?" Haruo asked.
"In theory," went Adam, "Godzilla would absorb the radiation and his condition would return to normal, resuscitating him from his coma-like state."
Haruo looked at the still image of the beast he had hated for so long until he realized that it wasn't really responsible for the devastation caused by another creature that couldn't coexist with anyone. Here they were, trying to make sense of their situation, to take back their world, and the man had to decide if there was a way to fight back against the soulless usurper that had made a mockery of its image and drove mankind to the brink of extinction. And if this was the way they had to go, what right did they have to just leave it there to suffer in agony as it waited to recover from its injuries for years?
"Please, tell me this sub was preserved enough to fire a nuke," he wanted to know.
"If the Nanometal preserved this thing enough for it to still work," said a man to them, "then it preserved it enough for it fire torpedoes."
"Then fire."
The sub pulled back a considerable distance, just enough to avoid the potential blast radius of the nuke…and fired one right into the mountainside, just narrowly missing Titanosaurus.
BLAST! A blinding flash of light illuminated as much of the undersea environment as possible…but only to reveal the ancient civilization disappearing in a storm of torrential fire.
The sub surfaced and was surrounded by miles of ocean on all sides under a thick cloud of dread.
"Did we…do it?" Yuko asked Haruo, looking out at the water for any signs of life.
He could've said they did, that they revived the real Godzilla, but he wasn't sure due to his understanding that the copycat had been attacked with over a thousand nuclear explosives with absolutely no dent in its hide. Of course, this was due to a combination of that forcefield it could generate and its metallic fibers supporting its massive form in place of a skeleton. So, he wasn't sure if this Godzilla could survive to a similar degree, even though the Monarch files had stated this creature had survived the detonation of Castle Bravo back in Nineteen-Fifty-Four.
"Hey, look at that," another of the crew gasped, pointing over to the side of the sub at the water.
The water started churning, forming into a whirlpool of sorts.
BOOM! Something burst from the water, showering them in it.
"Oh…" Yuko shuddered as the end result of their actions rose up from the depths.
Godzilla, the real one, probably standing at an impeccable height of almost two-hundred meters, deprived of any signs of injury, and looking very majestic in a strange way, like he was a true king and not just some sort of beast.
"Incredible," Metphies sighed at the sight of this great beast.
From behind Godzilla emerged Titanosuarus, Anguirus, Gorosaurus, Varan and Rodan, each one having an increase in size, an indication that they must've absorbed some of the radiation from the nuke just like Godzilla had.
"Grr," Godzilla growled, looking at the people on the sub and then at the cloudy sky, his body's skin glowing in temporary, random patches of blue.
Then, raising his head up, he unleashed a stream of radioactive fire into the sky, clearing the clouds away to reveal a clear, blue sky.
"Whoa!" Some of the crew gasped, never believing that such a creature could clear the sky in such an impressive display of power.
Looking back down at the people on the sub, Godzilla recalled the last time humans had attempted such a revival on him. It had been a lifetime ago, but the way these creatures echoed what had happened long before. But that was then…and this was a new day…and he had an enemy to face that had robbed him of his image. If he had been looked at with fear and hatred by these creatures, it was only because of that other creature that remade itself to look like him. There would be other times to deal with this after the balance that had been destroyed by the usurper was restored after it was dealt with.
Haruo watched as Godzilla turned away and sank into the ocean, followed by most of the others while Rodan took to the sky.
"Gur-gur-mmm!" Rodan roared as it left in a hurry.
"So, that was the real McCoy," went Martin, impressed by the creature's majestic aura.
"Yeah," agreed Haruo. "But can he beat the fake one now that he's recovered?"
-x-
Finding a nearby lake where a large tree stood, Mothra immersed herself in the water as she swam towards the tree. It had to be a substantial age to have survived this long on a changed Earth, presumably tens of thousands of years old, which would serve as a necessary source in the battle against the threat that was the false king. Spraying and covering herself in her silk threads, Mothra quickly began her metamorphosis from her larva stage into her imago stage. She would be needed when the true king returned to retake his throne…and she would do all that she could to aid him in doing so.
Fin
A/N: I never thought I'd be done with this story here, but I finally found my motivation to do so. Peace out, people.