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Gigan is the serious one in this situation somehow.
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Skullcrawler Courtship
Within a colony of Skullcrawlers, there is always one adult male. In our case, Ramarak, the Big One from Kong: Skull Island, that is still alive in the RP. He is the alpha of his colony, calling all the shots and hogging all the food from the small ones, and thus growing to be even larger now than he was in the movie.
Said small ones are also his primary food source. So how does his colony sustain its numbers with his voracious appetite and tendency to see the small skulls as fodder?
Ramarak rarely allows other skulls to reach maturity, let alone get as big as he is. Skull Boi, the second largest skullcrawler in the colony and whipping boi of our RP, is still significantly smaller than Ramarak.
With the exception of Skull Boi, the rare crawlers that reach maturity are almost always going to be female.
If a female is able to survive long enough to reach breeding age, Ramarak will be first to notice as he is the only male with breeding rights. Ramarak will approach a new female and invite her to hunt with him. The skullcrawler equivalent of a date. It is a great honor and grants the female immunity from being eaten by him in the future.
They will hunt as large a prey as they are able to. This is very important to the courtship process. After all, Skullcrawlers are hypervores, meaning their metabolism is so high that they need to eat a LOT.
The larger the prey, the more time they have in their coupling.
Sharing a meal with Ramarak is basically getting married to him, a point to touch on in a later post.
The two will then mate many times for however long it takes before their meal runs out and hunger pulls them away. The female will now have access to the lowest quarters of the burrow system, the safest place a Skullcrawler can be as Ramarak guards these quarters viciously from all comers. There, she will live alongside other females Ramarak has mated with. They can establish their own hierarchy between themselves and it can get quite vicious. Tis because for future matings, Ramarak will inevitably go for the largest females first and the higher in the hierarchy you are, the more resources you can get and the faster you will grow.
Breeding females are prized in the Skullcrawler colony, as they provide a lot of food in the form of eggs and youngsters. Perhaps some of those female youngsters will survive the cannibalistic onslaught that is childhood into reproductive maturity. Better yet, sometimes their constant hunt for food will lead them into new lands, and a new colony to join. This helps lessen the inbreeding within a colony.
Colonies of Skullcrawlers are highly territorial, especially between the alpha males, with females and the fresh genes they bring being the only ones welcomed into wander into a new colony.
But while this is the traditional way the skullcrawler species procreate, it isn’t the only way to get the job done, as Ramarak demonstrated in a recent episode of the RP. Let’s start from the top...
For you see, the Skullcrawlers of Ramarak’s colony have a terrifying predator terrorizing them:
KITTY GHIDDY!!
The Ghidorah with the mind of a cat. Kitty Ghiddy (aka, Heisei Ghidorah) frequently uses Skull Island as his hunting ground and Skullcrawlers are his favorite prey. One day, Ramarak had enough of Kitty Ghiddy depleting his colony, and when the Ghidorah was in one of the burrows, he demanded his colony to bury the kitty alive.
They’ll be feasting tonight!
Unfortunately, Kitty Ghiddy’s owners, Gigan and a Femuto named Natiko (I better have spelt that right), came to bring home their cat. Seeing Kitty in need of rescue and Ramarak refusing to yield (he has history with Natiko that I’ll touch on in that aforementioned later post), she calls her muto army and war between them and the skullcrawlers is waged!!
... Over a cat. A cat-dragon who has no qualms killing the male mutos trying to rescue him. He’s a cat, he doesn’t understand what’s going on!
This battle eventually leads to the whole burrow system collapsing in on itself, crushing those still within it. Gigan, Natiko, and Kitty Ghiddy were safe, having rescued Kitty in the nick of time.
But Ramarak and Skull Boi were the only survivors of the colony, and efforts to dig out the females were a failure. Their place of safety deep in the burrows has become their tomb and none of the eggs have survived either.
Ramarak and Skull Boi moved elsewhere, in search of a new home. They made that home in the Hollow Earth and Ramarak detected the presence of another skullcrawler colony. The Red Colony, where the crawlers had that distinctive red coloring upon their backs.
This is the chance for Ramarak to take that colony for his own. For he can challenge the resident alpha skullcrawler and take his place. And unlike the rival alpha, Ramarak has a secret weapon: Skull Boi.
The idea of a colony having two large males was crazy, and what set Ramarak’s colony apart. His whipping boi, his scapegoat, the slapstick victim of the RP, Skull Boi was now being treated as second-in-command. Because when shit hits the fan, Skull Boi is always there by Ramarak’s side, ready to kick ass!
And kick ass they did, as Ramarak came up with a plan...
Skull Boi was sent in to the enemy burrow first, pretending to be an Alpha himself. He begins slaughtering the small crawlers of this Red Colony, to lure out the Red Alpha Crawler. Said crawler was larger than Skull Boi anticipated, but he’s had experience fighting kaiju bigger than this. With a tail slam to the ground and a loud roar, he issues the challenge and the brutal fight is on!
He holds his own for a while, the fight vicious and bloody as you’d expect, and even uses some of Ramarak’s techniques that he’s learned over the years! But eventually the smaller Skull Boi inevitably began slipping...
Whilst Skull Boi was being chased down by this rival Alpha, Ramarak charged in to tackle his rival away. The Red Alpha is stunned; another challenger wearing the same gang colors as the previous, but much larger. The true alpha; he’s been duped into wasting precious energy. He has little time to recover though, as the real alpha fight begins!
Skull Boi has done his job in wearing out this Red Alpha, enough for Ramarak to gain the winning edge and eventually clamp his jaws into their rival’s throat and tearing it out.
The small crawlers of the Red Colony were in shock. Their leader has always won such contests but now, he’s dead and twitching on the ground. Ramarak stands upon the body and looks over his new subjects, snarling if any one else wished to challenge him. One approaches...
Before plopping over in submission. Followed by the rest of them.
Ramarak now has his new colony, and he devours his fallen rival as fuel for what’s coming up, before leaving the leftovers to be eaten by said colony. There’s no loyalty to the dead after all.
This is the start of the less-pleasant alternative breeding practice among skullcrawlers. You’ve been warned.
Ramarak explores his new home and finds what he’s looking for: the Red Colony’s breeding females. They hiss and scramble back away from him. They don’t know this giant stranger whose hide bears the wrong gang color, but he smells of their former leader’s blood and bore the scars of battle. Their new leader, a concept they instinctively feared for good reason.
There is no courtship here. Ramarak devours the eggs to top up on his reserves, and quickly turns his attention back to the females. His job was now to remove what traces of seed the former leader has left in these females, by replacing it with his own. By force, if he has to. And should he start to feel that hunger during this impromptu mating spree, he’ll eat some of the non-mated ones to refuel. It’s horrifying, not knowing if you, the next one in line, will be killed or not. That immunity of yours does not apply to an unknown new male.
You hiss and snarl and try to escape, but there is no getting away. Even if you can squeeze passed him, he’ll catch you in an instant and if not, sniff you out. Upon capture, you try to defend yourself from an unknown fate, biting and clawing but he is bigger than you. Maybe if you’re feisty enough, he’ll deem you a worthy mate? Or maybe, you wasting his time and energy will ensure your fate as his next meal?
You’ll only find out when it’s too late.
All worth it, in his eyes.
Besides, the red coloration of this colony really needed to go and be replaced with their new leader’s proper gang colors in the new generation.
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Sally headcanons please
Sally Williams headcanons:
Sally was created by La Mishi Mishi. Link to story/info here: cpuniverse.wikia.com/wiki/Sally_Williams. None of this is canon, this only applies to my AU version of the character.
Note: My version of Sal is based off of the original 8 year old Sally Williams version instead of the later 12 year old Sally Dawn version.
-Slender Man and Sally do NOT have a father daughter relationship on Earth 2010. They don’t even like each other in my AU. Instead Splendor Man is her father figure. She lives in a mansion with him and Lazari.
-Sally’s not pure innocence in a body or anything like that. For the most part she is a sweet, caring child who just wants everyone to be happy but she also has a mischievous streak a mile wide and she’s not against using ghostly destructive temper tantrums to get her way.
-Her default response to anything that even mildly upsets her is to start crying and screaming as loudly as possible. She’s had trouble controlling her emotions ever since her death though the older people in her “life” are helping her.
-The lil’ ghost doesn’t hurt or kill anybody, all she does is prank and scare folks. Sally hates the idea of innocents being hurt/killed. Because of this she doesn’t like a lot of the horrors and the ones she does like either don’t kill innocents or have to hide their killings from her.
-Sally loves going to the human world and A: scaring the shit out of any teens or adults she comes across and B: playing with any children she finds. Splendy takes her and Lazari on weekly field trips to the human realm (incognito of course).
-She has severe panic attacks if she can’t find her teddy bear Mr. Death. Mr. D is 1 of the few things she has left to remember her parents by so she is very attached to it. She doesn't feel safe without her bear and she won’t let others touch it unless it needs stitching up or “he” allows it (i.e. Sally holds it up and waves its arms around while voice acting for it).
-She calls all the adult horrors she’s friends with her “uncles” and “aunties”. Lazari’s picked up the habit as well.
-Sally absolutely hates Laughing Jack. She loves annoying the shit out of him and knowing he can’t do anything to physically hurt her. LJ usually gets back at her by taunting her about her tragic past and all the children he’s killed. She usually runs to Splendor Man after that and just holds onto him to feel loved. After Splendy whoops LJ’s ass I mean.
-Her singing voice sounds like the shrieks a cat would make if it was shoved in a blender while getting strangled and that’s putting it mildly to be honest.
-She keeps an old scrapbook she had when she was alive hidden under her bed that’s filled with pictures of her and her parents. She misses them a lot and keeps waiting for the day they come back. They're dead but she doesn't know that.
-Her dad taught her how to make basic foods when she was alive. Sprinkles are guaranteed in everything she makes and that includes foods like spaghetti.
-When she’s depressed her wounds start bleeding and hurting again. Thankfully she’s hardly ever depressed. For somebody with the horrific past that she has, she’s a surprisingly cheerful child. That’s true for most of the child horrors but it’s especially notable with her since she easily has the most tragic past out of all the kids.
-Surprisingly she really loves old monster movies. It’s not uncommon to see her watching stuff like Taste the Blood of Dracula or Godzilla vs. Gigan in between marathons of Disney movies and Nickelodeon cartoons.
-Sally has only told 4 people about what Uncle Johnny did to her: Splendor Man, Clockwork, Sam and Lulu. Splendy because she trusts him so much, Sam because he's her cousin and Clocky & Lulu because they’ve unfortunately gone through similar experiences.
Art by Asmodeusarts: https://www.instagram.com/asmodeusarts/?hl=en
#sally creepypasta#Sally Williams#sally williams creepypasta#creepypasta headcanons#creepypasta AU#internet horror#internet horror headcanons#internet horror AU#Earth 2010
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Monster Island Buddies: Episode Fan Fiction
Fandom: Godzilla (Monster Island Buddies)
Rating: M
Genre: Parody/Humor
Words: 7,295
Summary: "Werehuman". A self-explanatory legend and an existential crisis. Maybe. Adult language, not for children.
Notes: Rawwrrrr!
So this is just something silly I thought up of out of nowhere and it wouldn't leave for a few days. Figured this would fit better as a “Monster Island Buddies” fic than just a normal Godzilla parody. Yes, I'm insane enough to make an MiB fic, but I know I'm not the only one. To borrow from Destoroyah: “Fuck you.” (Not really, love you guys. But this fic is more-or-less in response to wondering if I'd make more kaiju fics, of which I'mmmmm not telling, but this is still something, I guess. Apparently this takes place before "Destroy All Godzillas".)
Ha ha, well, hope you'll enjoy! I tried.
Can also be read here.
For lunchtime at the bar, Godzilla and some of his buddies were chilling with a game of monster pool. It was called such as the billiard balls were about as big as them all, and they had to be split into teams of three to even carry the cue stick. Stupid in practice, but everything's a great idea in one's drunken state of mind, and they would've declined if Gorosaurus was the one who suggested it and not Gamera.
"Oh, my God, you guys, we're in a tag team!" Gigan exclaimed happily behind Megalon, who in turn was behind Varan. "We're gonna win together as a team! You guys? Am I right? Teamwork rules!"
"How did I get stuck with Gigan, again?" Megalon grumbled.
"Shouldn't I, like, be the one to say that instead?" Varan muttered back.
"Kick my brah's ass, Var!" Biollante cheered from the sidelines.
It was a rare sight to see the couple at the bar, but SpaceGodzilla just had to say something about celebrating their group's founding anniversary with drinks and a bottomless buffalo wings basket or something. Oh, and a friendly battle or competition where the winner (or in this case, the winning team) was going to get free tickets to a concert, and Varan got excited.
Godzilla, Jet Jaguar, and Gamera were in another team chalking up their cue tip waiting for Gorosaurus' team (consisting of him, Baragon in front, and Gabara in the back, who butted in because he had overheard about the tickets) to do the break shot. The robot hemmed to himself, "Why're we believing SpaceGodzilla has concert tickets, again?"
"I don't, but I need to get out more," Godzilla said. "I don't know how you guys can live with me if I can barely stand living with myself most days."
"Yeah, see if I'll take you back under my wing again," Gamera wryly recalled.
Mumbling under his breath, Baragon was taking care to calculate his aim, but Gabara was growing impatient. "Jussth hit the ball!" he shouted, trying to take control of the cue stick.
"I want to get at least two balls in!" the burgundy monster stated, fighting back.
"You guys, we have to work together!" Gorosaurus interjected as group leader.
"Givth me the shtick! Hyouuungh!" Gabara brayed.
"No! It needs to be precise!"
Enough force was put into the tug-of-war that the cue ball was hit, but it scarcely scraped by the nine-ball rack and rolled into the left side pocket. Some of the onlookers hooted at the sight. "Look what happened!" the dinosaur moaned.
"Alright, guess it's up to us to break it!" Godzilla said excitedly, already in place up front while SpaceGodzilla fished out the ball.
"Godzilla, let me be the frontman," Gamera suggested. "Or, I don't know, let me angle the cue stick for you."
"You're in the back, though," he pointed out. "That's what you are supposed to do."
"Maybe I should shoot," Jet said. "I already have the trajectory calculated."
He barely finished his sentence when Godzilla impulsively hit the ball the moment it was set down in front of him, and the rack cleanly broke. The eight-ball was one of the outside balls and halted close to a pocket, but then a ricocheted striped ball hit it in. "Ooh, tough luck!" SpaceGodzilla tsked, smirking at his half-brother's misfortune.
"Ooh, fizzlesticks!" the robot hissed.
"Wait, we're out of the game already?" the bipedal turtle gasped. "Godzilla, did you even aim?!"
The king of the monsters belched. "Oh, sorry, I guess I stumbled there."
"Why're you such a klutz?!"
Gigan hopped in place. "Oh, my God, did we win, you guys? We won, right? Hooray for teamwork!"
"Dudes, it worked!" Varan said in awe, letting out a breathy laugh. "Rubbing my lucky rabbit's foot worked!"
Megalon did a brief double-take. "So is that what happened to the Easter bunny?"
As Varan and Biollante had a victory make-out, Gamera gruffly sighed and threw down his end of the cue stick. Godzilla shrugged it off. "Well, that was fun, I guess. Too bad Rody missed out."
"Are you blaming this loss on me?" Gamera growled, feeling a buzzing headache coming on.
"It's not because of you, man. Now if it was Rodan in your place, one flap of his wings would've broken formation."
"Rodan would've suggested beer pong in your place," Jet said. "No offense, Gamera, monster pool just isn't working out for us."
"It was a brilliant idea! You just don't have the artistic vision to see it!" The monster turtle belched and groaned. "Ugh, I'm getting too worked up. I need to get home and lie down for a bit, maybe cry myself to sleep."
Godzilla almost rolled his eyes. "A one-time fluke doesn't mean it's a horrible idea, Gamera. Maybe it just depends on the team."
Gamera scoffed. "Yeah, guess you're right. So that means you're out of the team, Godzilla."
He threw his hands up. "What?! Why me?!"
"Guys, calm down," Jet tried to pacify, stepping in between them. "There's no need to fight over monster billiards."
"Oh, but there's plenty of things to fight over," Gamera sneered, still not breaking eye-contact.
"Oh, oh, you're going to bring up our college days now?" Godzilla bellowed. "Look, man, if this is about the time-jumping thing, there wasn't room in the machine for all of us!"
"I still got a sweet acting career out of it. But actually, there was one thing about those days I still haven't forgiven you for, and that was the werehuman prank!"
Jet Jaguar looked between them with disbelief. "What's this about a 'werehuman'?"
Godzilla scratched his snout, aimlessly staring at the ceiling. "Uh... can you refresh my memory? I think the coke binge might've warped it into something else. But I have this strange feeling like I've met a wolf man before."
"No, not that Wolf Man," Gamera huffed.
"What, do you have something again Lon Chaney?"
"No, you're just an idiot."
"Guys, what's a 'werehuman'?" Jet tried to ask, but he was ignored as the turtle scoffed.
"You want to know why you never saw my mom anymore after that party? She got paranoid and had to flee the planet so she wouldn't look at another human ever again!"
"Oh, I thought your mom died. I just didn't want to ask because she just seemed so old, and you didn't talk about her much."
"Being in your two-hundreds isn't old, you prick!"
"That just means she wasn't hot."
"Hey, you guys, can you keep it down?" Gorosaurus came in. "You're triggering an early hangover."
While the two continued to argue and insult each other, Jet Jaguar went over to the dinosaur. "Gorosaurus, what's a 'werehuman'?"
He turned to him in surprise. "You've never heard of it? It's a famous monster legend around these parts."
"Really? I've been here for over forty years, and I've never heard of it."
"You've heard of the werewolf, right?"
Jet quickly went through his archives. "It's a half-wolf, half-man, right?"
"No, it's—"
Baragon interrupted, shaking his head, "No, no, no, the Wolf Man is a completely fictional character by Hollywood. But the werewolf is believed to originate from the Mesopotamian story 'The Epic of Gilgamesh', and was adopted and tweaked a little in European folklore."
"Hey, I was getting to that," Gorosaurus complained.
"So what's a werewolf?" Jet wondered.
"A werewolf is a man who shape-shifts into a wolf during the full moon," the actor explained. "It's like a curse, which can be broken with a silver bullet, or by eating wolfsbane. You also turn into a werewolf if you're bitten by another werewolf, but you have to kill that werewolf to lift the curse. Or is that a vampire?"
"Like a zombie!" Gorosaurus added.
"Ohh, so a werehuman is a man turning into a human?" Jet Jaguar paused, then realized what he said when he glanced over at other patrons in the background. "Wait, dammit!"
Baragon laughed quietly. "No, a werehuman is a monster that transforms into a human at sunrise."
"Why sunrise?"
"The cursed monster has to work a nine-to-five office job."
Jet stared, cast his eyes over at Godzilla and Gamera who were still fighting and it was getting more heated, glanced at the bartender, and then looked back at the reptiles before him. "That's it?" When they nodded, he shrugged. "Well, uh... how do you break the werehuman curse?"
"You can't," they said in unison.
"Not even a silver bullet to the heart?"
"I never said you have to shoot a werewolf in the heart to break the curse," Baragon corrected. "But no, not even with silver bullets. All you can do is infect other monsters until you die from overworking yourself."
"My mommy told me once you had to become a vegan," Gorosaurus spoke up. "Monsters don't eat their greens and never will, so they just overwork themselves to death instead."
"Uh... Mothra eats her greens," Jet pointed out. "Cotton sweaters count, right?"
The dinosaur slowly gasped. "Maybe she was the werehuman of legend!"
"But that's all it is—a legend," the robot stressed.
"Do you see other herbivores on a regular basis?" Baragon asserted.
Jet paused. "Okay, you got me there. So... how do you become a werehuman?"
"A human bites you."
His head jerked back in shock. "That's it? Just a human?"
He leaned in menacingly, shadows splitting across his face. "Did you know that human mouths are pretty disgusting?"
"But... you said werehumans infect other monsters, too."
"Yeah, they do. But patient zero always gets bitten by a human first."
Some silence passed between them before Baragon started laughing. Gorosaurus joined in a moment later, and Jet managed to let out a nervous chuckle before backing away. Then in mid-laughter, the subterranean reptile turned to his companion. "Hold on, you said 'mommy', didn't you?"
Returning to Godzilla, the robot noticed Gamera had left. "Hey, Godzilla, what's the matter?"
The kaiju looked like the alcohol was finally getting to him, he had a more fatigued expression on his face and he was swaying a bit. "Man, Gamera's such a fucking sore loser. He blames everything else but himself."
"Uh..."
He hiccuped. "Anyway, when he's better, I'll talk to him. I didn't know that about his mom, so it's no wonder he's got abandonment issues."
"...Yeah..."
"So what was it you wanted to know about our werehuman prank, Jet?"
Jet shook his head. "Oh, never mind. I had too much to drink. Think I'm going to go home, maybe go see Hedorah."
"Okay, bud, see you later," Godzilla said, but the robot had turned his back and left the bar. He frowned, then realized he was being footed the bill. "Oh, goddamn it, Jet!"
Soon after with an emptier wallet, he was on his way back home and walked solemnly past some human crowds, but his thoughts remained back at their fight. He really couldn't remember much about that party, their whole college days was full of weed, alcohol, and casual sex that everything blurred together. But he did meet Gamera's mother once when she had visited for some celebration, he recalled simultaneously chuckling at and being grossed out over her many sags, realizing that was what his roommate was going to look like in a hundred-plus years. He had taken a hit with a bong or something before everyone came over, and he had a feeling some human was somewhere in the crowd.
Not that he hated humans, but it was someone he didn't particularly like, so he had wanted to "frame" the human as well as lighten the mood. So he slipped through into the kitchen area where Gamera's mother was fetching some more snacks (or was making sweets), jumped on her back, said articulately, "Nothing personnel, MILF," and then bit her neck. When Gamera came running in screaming "What the hell are you doing?!", he had answered, "I can't fight my werehuman instincts any longer!" then howled at nothing in particular and ran out of the dorm to terrorize the campus.
Godzilla paused to stare at some graffiti as he reminisced. "...Huh. Just how fucking stoned was I to think she was a MILF?"
Suddenly, he felt teeth sink into his tail, although not by much so it didn't hurt, but it stung. He looked behind him to see a human gnawing on his tail as if it was a corn on the cob, looking like his mind had just snapped. He was not even a hobo like one would think, he had on a suit and tie and his briefcase contents were spilled everywhere.
"Well I'll be damned. I didn't know I could feel that."
And then it hit him—the briefcase did, but so did the situation.
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In their living room, Rodan and Mothra were having their afternoon romp. The moth kaiju was somewhat chewing on the pillow while her husband pounded her from behind, trying hard not to set the sofa on fire (again) since burnt leather is a huge turn-off. Also it's embarrassing to confess to the fire department about how it happened, and he didn't want to be featured on "Sex Sent Me to the ER".
"Here comes Rodaaaan, giant peeenilesaurrrr! Here comes Rodaaaan, deep in Mooothra's corrrre..."
And of course Rodan's growling out his theme song, somewhat, being in the heat of the moment.
"Maharaaa—ah! Mahara Mosuraaa—nn!"
Oh, shit, both of them got it in their heads to climax along with their theme songs. And thankfully, the doorbell started ringing wildly before the awkwardness could seep in further.
"Goddamn it, why now?!" Rodan grunted, flailing his wings about.
Sighing to herself, Mothra got up and apologetically nuzzled her husband. "I'll get it. It'll be less embarrassing."
Rodan stared before glancing down as she flew over to open the door. The sight of Godzilla standing there in a nervous sweat took her by surprise. "Oh, my, you don't look so good."
"Mothra, Rody, you gotta help me!" he said, slightly panting. "You guys are the only ones I can turn to!"
The pterosaur came up from behind his wife with his trademark pissed off glare. "Can't this wait? The sex was just getting good."
"Rody, please, after I got in a fight with Gamera at the bar, a human bit me on the tail, I almost lost my voice screaming and running around, and now I'm going to turn into a werehuman and have to go work in a cubicle for the rest of my life!"
The couple slowly looked at each other in befuddlement before facing their friend again. "What the fuck, Godzilla? Did you get back on drugs?" Rodan asked, exasperated his sexy times with Mothra was interrupted by a drug-fueled fit.
"I couldn't make this up even on crack! Please, you gotta help me!"
"What about MechaGodzilla?" Mothra suggested, though she sounded a little unsure.
"That's why I'm so worn out, I just came from there! I've never seen it look so empty before! Does this need a quick flashback, too?"
"Why're you bragging about coming when you interrupted me coming?" Rodan snapped out, getting antsy.
"Give it a minute, Rodan," Mothra said in aside.
"That's what you said the last time!"
Ignoring him, she then made another indication to Godzilla, "How about Jet?"
"I can't find him anywhere, either, I thought he went home!" Godzilla whined, head in his hands. "I don't know, I'm just freaking out and I don't know what to do!"
Her heart going out to her distressed friend, she patted him on the arm in comfort. "Well, come inside and we'll figure things out. But wipe off your feet and that human, first."
They turned to the man still clinging to the lizard's tail, though he was looking stiff and there was blood around his mouth and shirt.
"He's dead!" Godzilla gasped. "Oh, my God, the rabies must've gotten to him!"
"More like cancer from how cancerous this whole situation is," Rodan huffed.
"Rabies?" Mothra echoed. "Are you sure it's rabies?"
"Well why else do humans bite unprovoked?" Godzilla said with a shrug.
"Then why the hell are you going on about 'werehuman' shit?!" Rodan shouted, starting to flip out as well.
After peeking around the corner with a head, their son, King Ghidorah, slinked into the living room. "Oh, you finished having intercourse with each other?" the three heads gave a relived sigh in unison.
"No, your mother just got distracted," the pterosaur insisted, shooting a leer at Godzilla who gave him an odd look as well.
"Well, uh... I need to make lunch now or my blood sugar level's going to drop. The General offered to get lunch, but he's gonna be out a bit longer. So... can you make it quick?"
"Can't you guys do it in the privacy of your own bedroom?" the lizard wondered.
"The living room's the farthest from his room, and General has cameras installed in the basement," was Rodan's claim. "Ghidorah psychic links and public indecency laws have been sucking all of the fun out of it. Mothra's been liking the attention, though."
Mothra giggled a little. "Oh, it's not like that."
Face faulting in horror, Godzilla gestured at the furniture. "...But... everyone sits on that couch."
"But the bedroom's a good idea, Godzilla," she suddenly said a little hurriedly. "Most of my things are up there anyway, so let's get you looked at."
"Oh, Mother, Father, please don't," their son cried. "You're already copulating thrice a day, don't add more to it."
Rodan put his wing around his necks. "Son, worry not about what your mother and I do. Where do you get these crazy ideas from, anyway? I knew getting you that computer was a bad idea!"
"I was the one who built it, Father," King Ghidorah informed.
"I don't care if it was Charles Babbage’s brain, show me your search history! My son's not going to grow up to be NTR'd!"
"Rodan, are you coming or not?" Mothra asked firmly.
Rodan swung around eagerly. "I thought you'd never ask, sweetheart!"
"Not that."
He roared in frustration. "Your timing fucking sucks, Godzilla!"
Entering the bedroom, Godzilla took in the numerous candles, cushions, trinkets, some statues, and other new age stuff he never understood. His eyes fell upon an odd drawing of a moth silhouette surrounded by seven statements (as written in kanji). A green checkmark was inked next to "Three Dragons".
"Hey, what you got here?" he inquired, following a line downward.
Mothra quickly shooed him away toward the circle of cushions and kicked the poster behind a bureau. "Okay, Godzilla, slowly lower the body."
He had to shake the corpse off of his tail, and the three of them stared down at the man's blissful blood-smeared face. "So why did this human bite you just to die?" Rodan questioned suspiciously.
"I don't know, I was just trudging home from the bar, and suddenly I felt something nibbling on me," he relayed his story. "The guy looked like he just dropped everything for a bite, and he wouldn't let go like he superglued his teeth on me or something."
"How long ago was this?" Mothra asked. "He hasn't been dead for even an hour."
"Thirty minutes, I think?"
"If this was a hobo, you wouldn't have come interrupt us because you'd be dead from rabies," Rodan said gruffly.
Godzilla snorted. "Mothra, does the guy have rabies, or no?"
Studying what little life force there was from the body, she shook her head. "No, this guy was just... normal."
"Biting a monster's tail is not normal!" he declared, starting to freak out again. "This normal guy had himself a normal job someplace and he did an abnormal thing!"
"So is that why you think you're turning into a werehuman?"
"Yeah, funny that Gamera brought that up just minutes before my tail became this guy's lunch!"
"A prophet tells prophetic things. Shocker," Rodan sarcastically said.
Humming to herself, Mothra's antennae drooped. "Well, uh... I don't know what else to say, Godzilla. This is new to me."
"Why couldn't it have been Kong or Gorosaurus who got their tails gnawed on instead?" the king of the monsters sniveled. "I don't have the experience to do paperwork, and I'm too much of a klutz for coffee runs!"
"Are you done yet?" Rodan grunted. "My balls have been aching for release since you got here."
"Rody, you're my best friend, you know that?" Godzilla whimpered. "Can you take one for the team and let me do a test bite on you?"
"Fuck off, Godzilla!"
"Please? Just a nibble?"
Mothra stepped in between them. "Godzilla, I suggest you go home. Spend the rest of this time with Minilla and the others."
He paused, thinking back to his household who were none-the-wiser of his predicament. "Yeah... I suppose you're right. How much time do I have left as me?"
"Not short enough," the pteranodon growled. "We're already ten pages into this crap."
Godzilla solemnly stared down at his feet, unsure what to think of his situation. This was a fate worse than death, he was starting to realize why a lot of humans were so miserable all the time, and he hadn't even begun transforming. His stomach churned, and he groaned in anguish.
Mothra patted his shoulder with a wing. "Hey, cheer up. You're only a human during the day. You can come visit us when the sun goes down."
"But eleven-fifty-five is off-limits!" Rodan warned. "It's the only time where I get to hump Mothra well into the next day to feel better about my sexual prowess!"
"You only last for five minutes?" Godzilla asked.
"Goddamn it, Godzilla, let me have this!"
"Hold that thought," he said, and the nausea caught up to him.
*~*~*
Having already been out visiting Anguirus for the day and happened to be passing by, Minilla helped his depressed and sick father back home, feeling the weight of the news bearing down on him. Godzilla had been crying and whimpering to himself about his predicament, and he didn't know what to do to console him. That was the thing about being the Chosen One, you're only prepared for one destiny, the others just sneak up on you.
"Hey, Dad, if it means anything to you, you can become like an ambassador for Monster Island," he finally made a suggestion, trying to remain optimistic. "If it'll keep less missiles from being launched our way, this sacrifice will not be in vain."
Godzilla was still sobbing to himself. "I'm going to look like an uglier Kong, but bald!"
"Is that what you're most bothered about?" his son sighed.
"And even if I do get a human girlfriend, the sex is just not going to be the same. Once you go kaiju, you can't just downsize!"
"Dad, stay focused, please."
He sniffed some mucus back up his nose. "Maybe I'll still be able to grow a beard and join a motorcycle gang, or something to stave off my loneliness."
"This is getting serious. Dad's reaching the acceptance phase fast." Minilla frowned to himself. "Actually, why wouldn't that be a good thing?"
Upon reaching their home, they could see Titanosaurus was standing conspicuously on their lawn and staring into the window. "Oh, damn it," the Chosen One hissed. "Where're the others?"
"Oh, Titanosaurus, did you need something?" Godzilla called, temporarily putting aside his grief.
The dinosaur giggled as he turned away from the window. "Hohohoho! You talkin' to me, Fuzzy Lumpkins? Hohohoho!"
"Well, yeah. Just want to know why you're here at my house. You're crushing my azaleas."
"Stick your gangrened mojo up your powder puff, princess! You're in for a rowdy rough ride! Hohohoho! Hohohoho!" He began river dancing on the lawn, and they had to avoid his swinging tail.
"Just get inside, Dad. We need to let the other Godzillas know about this."
Walking into the living room, they noticed the group had a movie on, popcorn, chips and other junk food littered the area, and the TV's screen looked like it was set on its highest bright setting. "Hey, guys, can you pause the movie?" Minilla asked just to get his face sprayed with crumbs by a shushing Orga.
"See, this is why you can't enjoy a good movie anymore!" he grumbled. "Jackasses are always interrupting your viewing everywhere you go!"
"Orga, you've been coming over uninvited to watch a movie for weeks now!" Godzilla groaned.
"My cable provider hasn't gotten back to me yet, and I need it to make my Orga Reviews so I can pay the bills! Fucking asshole."
"Crash over at Rodan's place, then!"
He chortled. "Dude, have you seen their couch? And I'm not the one who broke it this time!"
All of the alternate Godzilla versions shushed them. "Ugh, why do we always get interrupted by jackasses at the best parts?" the stout lighter-gray Godzilla growled.
Godzilla Earth lumbered into the living room to announce in his booming gravelly voice, "WELL, WE RAN OUT OF THEM LEMONY-SCENTED GOODNESS WIPES AGAIN. DID I MISS ANY BOOBIES ON THE CABLE?"
Minilla snatched the remote to pause the film, ignoring the protests from the others. "Guys, my dad has something important to say."
"Unless he won a million-billion dollars, forget it," Alternate Future Godzilla scoffed.
Godzilla stepped forward, now somber once again. "Everyone, this might be the last time to be me as I am now."
They silently gave him weird looks.
"I know this is hard to believe, but... I'm a werehuman."
"Nothing shocks us anymore," the tiny Godzilla said. Orga almost choked on a chip laughing.
"I was bitten by a human this afternoon, and that means I'm going to be a human by the morning. I'll still come around when it's nighttime, but I'm not going to be head of the household much anymore if I can't be king of the monsters." He turned to his son. "So Minilla, my boy... I'm giving you the keys to the castle. It's been a long time coming, but you deserve it, my son."
Although he was certain the "werehuman" wasn't what it seemed to be, he couldn't help hanging his head in reverence. "Dad, I'm honored..."
"OHHH BOY, I CAN FINALLY HAVE MYSELF A 'M.A.S.H.' MARATHON BUDDY TO WATCH WITH!" Earth exclaimed happily, his jagged smile crinkling his eyes. "YOU BEST NOT FORGET, YOU HEAR?"
"I call your room," Future Godzilla said, raising his hand.
"Damn it, I wanted his room!" Big Daddy G roared.
"Should've called faster."
"Guys, I'm not relinquishing the house just yet!" Godzilla insisted. "I'm still going to be living here until I can find myself a human apartment!"
"Uh... yeah, I knew that. But I'm still going to call it."
Turning to Little Godzilla and Baby Godzilla who were sleepy on their feet, the king of the monsters spread his arms out for a hug. "Come here, kids. I just need to tell you I'm proud of you, and wish you well as you grow up."
The babies stared at him, then babbled something about him smelling like beer and incense.
"So Godzilla Prime, what're you going to do for the rest of your kaiju day?" another Godzilla asked, orange eyes narrowing like he wasn't taking the news seriously.
Thinking back to whatever bucket list he may have had in mind, he hemmed and folded his arms a bit. "Really good question. Let me think about it after lunch. Also get the fuck out of my house, Orga," he added to the alien.
"Alright, alright, sheesh," he huffed, stepping outside only to get tackled by Titanosaurus.
Everyone gathered around the table as he munched on an egg salad sandwich and sucked down some cola. Minilla was cooking up another egg for his father and himself, inwardly consulting with the Hand for guidance while also thanking the Hand for handling the skillet in his place. As Godzilla Prime counted his alternate selves surrounding him in his head, a thought struck him like a lightning bolt out of the blue.
"Hey, Minilla, do you remember what I did with the bible audiobook?" he wondered as he finished his drink.
He turned away from the stove. "What's this sudden interest in the human concept of religion, Dad?"
"If I'm going to be a werehuman, I figured I might as well pretend I know what I'm talking about when debating around the water cooler. Also Larry King just soothes the eardrums just right. I think that's part of what comes with the Jewish package, kinda like how King Ghidorah used to speak."
Minilla wanted to roll his eyes to the ceiling as his father scarfed down the rest of his food. "Yeah, you're going to fit right in with the humans."
"DID SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT THE CHEWS?" Godzilla Earth queried, his hearing failing him again.
"No, it's Jews," Big Daddy G corrected.
"WOAHHH, YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL ABOUT THEM CHEWS. ONE TIME, I WOKE UP WITH A MOUTH SORE BECAUSE I SLEPT WITH MY MAW OPEN, AND THOSE DAMN PESTS CRAWLED INSIDE TO NEST BETWEEN MY GUMS."
"Actually, I'm going to check to see if it's on Audible." Godzilla fished out an iPod for a look.
"If you're so sure about it, Dad, I can check storage for you," his son offered.
"That's okay, better safe than sorry. Ah, here it is—ohhhh man, it's the big James E. Jones! Now that's a real king! Is it free?" He did a quick scan and then tossed down the iPod. "Forty bucks?! Goddamn it, I might as well just read the actual book, and I don't have the time nor ability to read and do stuff all at once!"
With a sigh, Minilla went to go scour the boxes for any trace of the audiobook. It wasn't that he didn't care what his father would do, but he didn't feel it was going to do or change anything. Besides, he felt like he saw something like this on TV and it felt like a cheap, quick gimmick to avoid actual conflict.
When he found the box with the CDs still unopened inside, he wondered what was even the point, and secretly hoped the CD player was unplayable so his father could actually get off his tail and do something—
"Oh, you found it, son?" Godzilla said from behind, looking over his shoulder. "Wow, I completely forgot about this—oh, hey, that's the same one I was looking at on Audible! Oh sweet, you saved me forty bucks, Minilla!"
He hesitantly handed them over. "Yeah... you're welcome, Dad."
Godzilla put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, boy. I'm still going to be around, even if I'm an ugly hairless ape."
He harumphed to himself, smirking slightly. "You sure change your mind pretty quick."
"Well, you got to keep an open mind, you know. Okay, how do you work this thing, again?"
Getting it strapped (somehow) on his waist and the headphones plugged into the jack, he snapped on the first disc. "I'm heading out."
"Where to, Dad?"
"I've got things to do, places to go, people to see. All that jazz. Byeeeee!" He left the house, leaving Minilla to stare forlornly after him at the window.
"Finally, we can start where we left off!" Future Godzilla sighed, plopped back down on the couch. "Minilla, can you make some more popcorn for us?"
*~*~*
Godzilla lost himself to the sultry, booming voice of James Earl Jones' narration (he'll have to play catch up on the Old Testament some other time), letting the words flow through him as he traveled the land. He never took off his headset when he tried new foods, explored a new cave or lakeside, attempted bungee jumping, even when stopping to have a chat with other kaijus, nodding along in all the right places and saying the right things while his thoughts remained on the narrator. Something-something about parables and healing of the sick, but it was like Mufasa was there in the clouds telling him all of this. It was quite heavenly and took his mind off of the throb in his tail from where the human had bit him. It was more annoying having to change the discs because it took him out of cloud nine, and apparently Minilla had the proper foresight to have snuck him some extra batteries, but that was all the motivation he needed to keep going well into the night.
Luckily, in the middle of Paul's epistles (he liked how James would say "Paul"), he made it back home in time for everyone to be in bed for him to not be bothered, and he snuck by Godzilla Earth snoozing in front of the TV to sit in front of a window that faced east. He wanted to be able to have the morning sun rest on him as he lounged in a chair, and make himself comfortable for the transformation. It shouldn't hurt, for all he knew, should be over in a "twinkling of the eye" as the good book said through the voice of Darth Vader. Something about eye twinkles was romantic and peaceful enough to yield to his fate.
Being a human shouldn't be all that bad, he reiterated tiredly to himself for what had to be the umpteenth time that day. You're only like an office slave for only eight hours. That's not too bad. You have sixteen other hours of the day to just be yourself. Just have to grin and bear it, and I'm pretty good at grinning, if I must say so myself. Yeah, shouldn't be all that different from what I do now. Probably have to cut back on my alcohol intake. Humans can't handle the same alcohol we can. Should start trying out this wine, I guess. All this talk about wine's been making me thirsty.
Godzilla tried to wriggle out of his chair to go get himself a glass of whatever, but his muscles were protesting too much, and he went limp. Oh well, that can wait. Man, I hope the others don't freak out when they see me, if they can still recognize me.
The deep voice rumbled in his ears, "'Let him know, that he which converteth the sinner from the error of his way shall save a soul from death, and shall hide a multitude of sins.'"
"Yeah, you tell 'em, Mr. Jones," Godzilla mumbled through a yawn. "You tell 'em..." And he dozed off right as this Peter part of the audiotape began at the three o'clock hour.
*~*~*
The babies were the first to get up and climb out of their cribs. They typically always were the first to greet the new day, it was the only time where they were free to do what they pleased before the grown-ups came to stop them. They put their all into their adventures.
As they waddled out into the living room where the TV was still blasting an informercial in front of a sleeping Earth, they went to enter the kitchen when they noticed a familiar shadow cast across the floor. "Daddy?" Baby Godzilla mumbled, and they looked at the silhouette facing the window. The sun was coming up, and the kaiju was immobile in the chair, arms hung down at his sides. The spindly rays looked like a halo about him, feathering his outlines.
They stared for a bit longer, unsure when their father had come back and what he was doing staring directly into the light, but they decided to let him be. Gesturing to each other, they left the room to go back upstairs. They can play some games up in their room, or find a way to climb out of their window.
It wasn't for another hour before Minilla got out of his room. As his father wasn't in his bedroom, he was hesitant to go downstairs to see what had become of him. A part of him was still unsure if the werehuman was even real to begin with, but Godzilla had looked too serious to have been pulling his leg. He figured before he'd search for him that he'd wait for his visitor to arrive.
Quietly so as to not disturb Godzilla Earth, he stepped out onto the porch in time to see Gamera and Anguirus making their way up the cobbled path. "Thank Blundergosh you're here," he said in a whisper.
"For the record, I'm just here to witness it with my own two eyes," the turtle said a little gruffly. "This is a touchy subject for me, but I think Godzilla would appreciate my being here."
"He's going to need all the support he can get," Anguirus said, a little melancholic. "Like the Hand, we must reach out to him in his time of need."
"So is he here?"
Minilla cricked his neck a little. "I think so, but I just got out myself. Everyone's still in their rooms, so..."
"Let's search around the premises first," the dinosaur suggested. "He may be too ashamed to show his face but still wants to be in the comfort of his home."
"You should go in front of me so I don't punch his face when I see him," Gamera said, flexing his jaw. "I'm sorry, this is just pissing me off."
Putting his paw on his arm, Anguirus gave a nod and started off for the yard. Carefully on tiptoe, they followed and looked around where they think a radioactive lizard—or a human—would hide in. They ruled out underneath the house for the time being, that was to be the last hiding place to check if they can't find him anywhere else. Glancing in the kitchen windows, Minilla was surprised to find it empty, since usually the babies were in there in the mornings.
"First clue: He's here, or has been here," he announced to his companions.
"Alright, keep searching," Anguirus said, still going on ahead. "Can't peek inside the windows for the life of me..."
Shielding their eyes from the sunlight, they turned to the window and through the glare saw a chair was in front of it, and it was occupied. Cupping their hands to their eyes, Minilla and Gamera peeked in, and the actor thought he could hear a molar crack from gritting his teeth to silence a snarl.
Snoring in the chair, head lolled back and drool on his chin, Godzilla was in a deep sleep, scales and all. The headphones had slipped and looked bent from the angle, but only the Chosen One noted that detail he had that audiobook on all night. Maybe it was a source of comfort for him, but he looked way too relaxed for someone who was absolutely certain he was a werehuman.
"Well? What do you see?" Anguirus asked, looking back-and-forth between them.
"False alarm," Minilla decided to say, sounding a little relieved.
"No it fucking isn't!" Gamera shouted, startling the two of them. "The jackass took it too far!"
"Is he in there, or...?"
"That piece of shit believed in his own lies, and he has the gall to sleep like a slob! God, now I wish he was a human so I could crush him!"
Anguirus tilted his head. "This is a bad thing, why?"
Pulling back, Minilla just shrugged. "In all fairness, he's quite human enough, so he wouldn't have been much different. I'd just hate to see him as an actual human."
"He'd be one ugly son of a bitch, that's for sure," Gamera huffed. "Ugh, screw this, I'm going home to sleep. I spent all night meditating for his sake. What a waste of energy..."
"What if your prayers were answered?" the seer suggested, hoping to cull his anger.
"I was meditating for his human self. What a waste." And he sulked off, leaving the two shrugging and letting out rough sighs.
Godzilla's breath caught mid-snore, and he smacked his lips, but didn't budge from his chair. "...May the Force be wi'you, Jonesss..."
*~*~*
"Orga's in the house!" the alien announced, grinning smugly while swirling around a half-empty glass of iced tea. "Well, that was a letdown of a disaster. Given the weird format of this 'fan fiction', I guess the mailbag's been replaced with this 'author's notes' instead. Man, what's up with that? If it's over, just end it, no need to make people read more. Besides, it sounds stupid for fan fiction writers to get fan-mail.
"Who does that, anyway? And with such messages like 'When is the next chapter of Forsaken coming out?' Like what's up with that?" Orga narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What is that, anyway? Sounds like it'd make for a cool 'God of War' or 'Dead Space' fic. Whatever. Hey, kid! You, the one writing this crap!"
The author's small hands stopped moving on the keyboard as Orga peered at her through the screen. "Who're you calling 'kid'?" she warned in an unfortunate high voice.
"Yeah, why're you doing this? Don't you have better things to do with your time like schoolwork or something?" Then he chuckled nervously. "Oh, wait, that joke's gonna age like Madonna if I go any further, and that's already embarrassing!"
The author's hands went palms-up in befuddlement. "Okay...?"
"Stay safe out there, anyway."
"Yeah... thanks—is that why you've hijacked my end notes?"
Orga shrugged. "Well yeah, I have nothing better to do, either! How long were you working on this, anyhow? Did the winning team even go to the concert, or what?"
"...Yeeeeaaa—I guess..."
"You're just making shit up, aren't you? You think you're so 'ha ha' funny, don't you?"
A back-and-forth uncomfortable stare ensued for the next moment while Orga finished off the rest of his drink.
"This is awkward!" he then broke the ice while crunching on an ice cube.
"You're telling me," the author grumbled, insulted.
"Hey, how're you typing this ou
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while I was on the train to Nakano Broadway to collect more Heisei era Godzilla toys, I thought I’d make a personal list of the best to worst Godzilla films (up until Godzilla 2000 cause that’s around the time I stopped caring, I’ll try again tho) since the new Godzilla film is around the corner and maybe some of you are interested in giving the Big G’s archive a shot (you can delete this caption too if you just like the pic! and yes Morrigan counts as a kaiju, a beautiful one at that)
1. Terror of Mechagodzilla - last of the Showa era, ending with one of Godzilla’s most deadly foes. and I love how fucking big Titanosaurus is, god damn. the cyborg girl was cool too, loved her arc and how she controls both monsters.
2. Godzilla Vs. Mothra (90′s) - Mothra’s Heisei debut, and looking more dazzling than ever and also alongside her evil twin Battra. the fight in Yokohama (after its real life modern expansion when Japan’s economy was at its best) was a nice fresh setting for the climax. this one perfectly balances campyness and just a good kaiju film altogether.
3. Ghidorah: The Three Headed Monster - Ghidorah, besides Mothra and Mechagodzilla is probably the next most recognizable kaiju even to nonfans. One of the best moments in Godzilla history is when Mothra desparately tries to convince Godzilla and Rodan to team up against an even bigger menace, then they can get back to their typical kaiju businesses.
4. Godzilla Vs. Destroyah - like how T.O.M. ended the Showa era with a bang, this is the one that ended the 85-95 era with a monster that really beats the shit out of zilla who is already on the cusp of exploding like a nuclear reactor... it ties together the very first Godzilla movie too for plus points. for those looking for a more serious, borderline horror movie kaiju experience.
5. Godzilla Vs. Mothra (60′s) - yup two Mothra movies in the top 5. Mothra fights with Godzilla are always so tense, since Mothra being a giant graceful butterfly appears so delicate against big boi Godzilla, plus her kids are under his threat as well. and on top of that Godzilla moves and fights like a drunkard the whole time.
6. Godzilla Vs. Mechagodzilla (70′s) - Godzilla faces his robot clone for the first time who has one of the largest movesets of any other kaiju, a true force to be reckoned with. instead of Mothra being summoned by an ancient race, we have King Caesar, a stone guardian puppy dog lion to team up with zilla against the bigger baddie. fun fact: this was filmed right after Japan gained back Okinawa from America since WWII, and makes once again another fresh setting.
7. Godzilla 1985 - I’ll be honest, the lone Godzilla movies with no other kaiju weren’t the top of my interest especially being an ADHD kid, but from a film perspective this is shot really well, the miniature city set had a nice upgrade since T.O.M. from a decade before, and I love the laser beam special effects from the upgraded Japanese Defense Force in this.
8. Godzilla Vs. King Ghidorah (90′s) - Not to be confused with the other 5ish Ghidorah encounters, this was the Heisei debut of the 3 headed monster mixed into a time travel plot since movies like Terminator were all the rage in the early 90′s. The tie in plot about WWII had more to be desired and felt very nationalist, but as a kaiju film the special effects were top notch especially with Mecha Ghidorah.
9. Destroy All Monsters - the ULTIMATE Showa era kaiju crossover fest has just about every giant monster Toho made up until the point because why not? It’s another typical story about mysterious aliens mind controlling kaiju to destroy Earth, but this time when they say Earth (and not just Tokyo) they mean it. Plenty of things get destroyed, nice big battle at the end, only thing lacking is they gave Baragon and Varan 3 seconds of screen time and they both are some of the coolest looking kaiju there are out there. big shame
10. Godzilla Vs. Mechagodzilla (90′s) - in this Heisei take on MechaG, his role goes from super deadly alien robot menace to kinda still deadly robot guardian built by the EDF. he looks cool but just seems more weak compared to the more sinister alien engineered one. Rodan makes a long awaited return and basically has a custody battle with Godzilla over a mysterious kaiju egg. no spoilers
11. Godzilla Vs. Hedorah - probably the scariest Godzilla movie with Destroyah placed next. he fights an alien pollution monster who has been taking big rips from factory smoke stacks only making him bigger every time. Japan’s take on an environmental awareness film and I see nothing wrong with it one bit.
12. Godzilla Vs. Biolante - zilla sees another type of counterpart to himself, this time essentially a ‘PlantZilla’ after a scientist thought it might be a good idea to merge Godzilla cells with a plant for some reason. the story is a bit odd, but this remains in middle ground territory because it debuts Miki Saegusa, the super adorable psychic girl who appears in every 90′s film afterwards and the special effects of Biolante in final form are sick.it also has a disco version of the zilla theme for some reason.
13. Godzilla: King of The Monsters - someone would bash me big time for having this any lower on the list, but this is the one that started it all, grimly filmed in black & white a decade after the end of WWII. fans know this already but it’s the atomic bombs themselves which devastated Japan that influenced the idea for Godzilla, a force of mutated nature that lashes back on humanity for making really bad decisions. I like this and all but it lacks zero charm or kaiju style ‘fun’ but for good reason, since it was meant to be more of a horror flick.
14. Godzilla Vs. Gigan - for those that do want the campiness, this is one of the best the series has to offer along with a couple more below. Godzilla’s ol pal Anguirus returns for his last Showa effort as they team up against space monsters Gigan (who is edgy af) and once again Ghidorah (who sadly has been fighting on his own the whole time while other monsters always team up to bash him). being in the 70′s, it’s got shades of James Bond / spy films in it and the fashion is on point. we get to hear Godzilla talk for the only time ever too.
15. Godzilla Vs. Megalon - probably out camps #14 for several reasons: this entire time there have been an ancient race of humans living below the Earth who feel enough is enough between pollution and expansion of society and finally unleash their protector, a giant cockroach monster with drills for arms to destroy just Japan all modern civilization (where was he during Hedorah’s visit tho?). 2nd reason is there’s copycat Ultraman who also looks like Jack Nicholson, then there’s the edgy middle-school bully like relationship between Megalon and Gigan and then lastly the infamous Godzilla dropkick you might’ve seen in GIF form, if not well here you go:
16. Godzilla Vs. Monster Zero - probably the 1st 90% campy zilla flick because of the Godzilla victory dance alone, but this was also because as time went by more kids cared about the movies and not the original target audience of war torn adults. the aliens (at least in the dub version) speak super monotone even when they are being huge bad asses, and we get to see G and his on-and-off lover buddy team up again but this time IN #&$%#% SPACE. the setting on Planet X was real cool to see as a kid, but sadly we haven’t seen any kaiju fighting back in space ever since. the NES Godzilla game fixes that itch.
17. Son of Godzilla - well I’ve only ever seen this movie twice, which means it maybe just isn’t that good, even for G fans. it debuts, of course, the son of Godzilla who looks like a cross between the Cookie Monster and Michelin Man. I’ll give this movie credit for distancing zilla away from the city setting in replace with his tropical home territory in Monster Island which only gets glimpses in the other films. the ending shot is real sweet too.
18. Godzilla Vs. SpaceGodzilla - back to spaciness, we do see one last alien monster come to Japan in the 2nd to last 90′s Godzilla movie, appropriately called SpaceGodzilla. while he lacks agility (when not flying on his giant meth crystal) he makes up for it with telekinesis and other long range attacks. the story / acting / mostly everything is pretty so-so and we all know deep inside the only reasons to watch it still are the scenes with baby Godzilla stepping on land mines and more Miki Saegusa wardrobe changes, but the final battle in a crystal filled Fukuoka is really awesome.
19. Godzilla’s Revenge - wow well I just noticed I put 3 baby zilla focused movies all in a row near the very bottom of the list, my bad. this one takes the cake tho for pure cringe. but it’s better than the last 3 so it can’t be super terrible, right? once again no spoilers but the only thing that bumps this stock footage filled movie more up then from being the worst of all time are the super silly fight scenes against baby Godzilla’s bully Gabara. you know Godzilla has to do it to em.
20. Godzilla Vs. The Sea Monster - even tho the former movie just reviewed uses stock footage of almost all the fight scenes of this one, it is somehow worst than #19 because it focuses way too much on a 60′s party cruise, and Godzilla gets a lil King Kong-ish during a scene with the love interest of the movie, and the giant lobster monster with no lasers / projectile claws just doesn’t seem as threatening as all the previous monsters zilla has fought since.
21. Godzilla Vs. King Kong - I’ll admit, I never liked King Kong and probably never will, and because he moves faster than Godzilla they had to use non-slowed down footage to make the monsters fight like kids on a playground slapping each other, and just looks weird. real talk, Godzilla would beat the shit out of Kong with a single radioactive blast and the movie would end right there. but that’s not the ending we got.. let’s start a patreon to rewrite the movie we all wanted.
22. Godzilla Raids Again - alright we finally made it, thee very worst Godzilla movie of all time according to the loser typing this. why? because it went against everything the first Godzilla movie represented, but like... suddenly, since it’s the sequel to the movie and the big G was never meant to return after, which luckily wasn’t the case. it’s superrrr campy but on the acting side, and the fights with newcomer Anguirus are super sped up even more than the Kong fights, and just seems tacky overall in a non-funny way. the suit for Anguirus is honestly one of the coolest kaijus ever tho, and they made little changes to him every time he came back cause it was just that good.
anyways, thanks for coming to my TED Talk. if I were to recommend just 3 Godzilla movies to someone who has never seen them before to represent each side of the series, I’d pick Terror of MechaGodzilla for the serious pick, Ghidorah The Three Headed Monster for the balance / kaiju fest pick, and Godzilla Vs. Megalon for the most campy and fun one overall. hope this big list can help those who are curious! next up: Godzilla game reviews :)
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A Monsterverse Gigan Movie Proposal
The movie opens up on a bit of a news-style documentary, discussing the cultural impact the Kaiju have had on us. We see various clips of the Kaijus’ impact; We have memes, plushies and toys designed after them. People have capitalized by selling merchandise and food themed after famous Kaiju. Cashiers get an extra tip by having boxes encouraging customers to vote with money who is better; Godzilla or Kong?
There are talkshows, documentaries, conspiracies, all that jazz. High-end fashion is deliberately fashioned after Kaiju, with those designed after Kaiju such as Ghidorah or Hedorah being particularly controversial. There are even religious movements and straight-up cults that worship the Kaiju as gods.
Everyone’s talking about Godzilla, Mothra, or Rodan and whatnot. People make art, and photos taken by drones are all the craze by tabloids and news outlets. People tend to make protests about the Kaiju, either advocating their destruction, or further cooperation, such as by leaving them alone, or tending to them, etc. As a way to build funds and encourage societal awareness and acceptance of Kaiju, Monarch has even authorized little tours where people can get relatively close to friendlier Kaiju, such as Baragon or even Godzilla!
Alas, it’s not all fun and games, as there are many illegal versions of these officially-santcioned tours. The government has designated ‘Kaiju Parks’, areas where Kaiju tend to roam that are cut off from the rest of humanity for obvious reasons. While there are official tours through these parks to observe friendlier Kaiju (from afar, of course), others are a lot less… legal.
And we see this in the film, where a boat illegally takes some tourists up-close to a slumbring Kaiju on some rocks in the ocean. While the tourists take pictures and selfies, the boat-driver quietly tries to take skin samples of the Kaiju, hoping to make a profit, when people suddenly begin disappearing, because surprise- The remaining Kamacuras, now more grown, has upgraded their camouflage to full-on invisibility and is using humanity’s tendency to flock towards Kaiju to get some meals!
Ultimately, the movie is meant to discuss theatrics, culture, and our relationship with Kaiju and how we interact with them, and vice-versa… Or more properly, how we REACT to them, because by the end of the day we’re just ants in their eyes. And while society’s acceptance and relationship with the Kaiju has begun to peak, there are still those who would sabotage it, for a wide variety of reasons.
After this big reveal and discussion, we cut to our regular human protagonists, as well as two new faces. One of them is a struggling, online artist who regularly draws Kaiju and posts them online, although she is disappointed by her lack of reblogs and thus has to work at some low-end job to survive. This Artist (who will be called as such for now) is clearly based off of Gengo Kotaka, and is additionally a bit of a meta representation of artists who post their works online but unfortunately get little attention.
Artist also has another friend who draws, who is not-so-subtly implied to be a bit of a Monsterfucker, especially with her fanart (which is straight-up images from that one Godzilla manga where the monsters are buff and humanoid). Artist goes through her usual routine, lamenting a lack of commissions or anyone else interested in her work, when she suddenly gets an email!
It’s from World Children’s Land, a company dedicated to the construction of Theme Parks and other attractions! The email is sent by a Japanese entrepreneur, who explains how he has had plans to create a themepark centered around Kaiju, for all ages! His plans for it are big, too- He hopes that this park, named Monsterland/Kaijuland, will become big enough to rival attractions such as Six Flags, Legoland, and even Disney World!
Anyhow, the Entrepeneur noticed Artist’s work online, and impressed, is hoping to hire her to work as a graphics designer and cartoonist for Monsterland. Artist, thrilled to not only get work but also a job centered around her passion and hyperfixation, gleefully accepts her participation in this ambitious project.
We learn more about Monsterland, as we see it getting constructed. It’s huge, about the size of your typical Disneyland, maybe even bigger. It has many attractions, including a hotel for guests to stay at, multiple rides based off of various Kaiju, restauraunts and appropriately-themed food, etc. There’s even a section for particularly high-class adults to party and discuss their love for Kaiju.
And Monsterland’s biggest attraction? Why, it’s none other than a giant statue of Godzilla himself, the biggest in existence! It’s not quite the Big G’s size, but it’s close to it, and most impressive! It even lights up to mimic his Atomic Breath!
The project was started by our entrepreneur (dubbed C1 until I figure out an actual name) and his protégé of sorts, C2. Both are from Japan, and explain to various news outlets how their main motivation for creating Monsterland is to celebrate mutually with fans all over the world their love of Kaiju, as well as encouraging an appreciation and understanding of the creatures.
And to do this, C1 reveals that the Grand Opening’s tickets will be set at a lower price than usual! Lo and behold, Monsterland’s reception is amazing as pre-orders and tickets are rapidly sold out in record time, with Monster fans of all ages and locales marking their calendars and plans to attend Monsterland.
Amidst all of these reveals, we also see our typical Monarch protagonists and Zilla, who has grown since his debut (although he’s still pretty small compared to other Kaiju). Zilla ends up fighting Crustaceous Rex, a giant crustacean-cephalopod monster that emerges from the deep. Zilla manages to win and C-Rex slinks off, although it’s clear it’s formed a bit of a rivalry with Zilla now.
Other characters include Cameron Winters- While based off of the character from the 1998 Animated series, the two are pretty different. For starters, Cameron is female, and a PoC (probably African-American). A wealthy entrepreneur, Cameron is known for her striking white hair and her cunning wit.
Having found no one she can actually bear to marry and have children with, Cameron, feeling the desire for a protégé, has adopted a hapless orphan girl and begun to raise her as a successor of sorts. This successor (named S for now) seems reserved and well-off, but deep down she’s uncomfortable from all of the pressures placed on her and desires freedom to be herself.
Cameron is involved with some operation of sorts that has something to do with Monsterland, and S is just there for the ride. Also introduced is a hippy-type character who wants humanity to leave the Kaiju alone and whatnot.
As Monsterland begins to form, it becomes clear that C1 and C2 are a bit suspicious. Aside from the two tending to act very stilted and forced, Artist notices while wandering around a few weird things every now and then. At one point, she swears she hears a loud skittering noise, even as she observes other employees who are stiff like C1. She eavesdrops on large shipments of materials such as Lead, and is at one point caught sneaking by C2. She’s spared and let off, and C1 advises his protégé to leave her be, as she’s ‘just doing her job and being curious’.
Likewise, Artist can’t complain because C1 is receptive to her art and encouraging, the first positive reception she’s gotten in a long while. Nevertheless, she takes note of what she’s noticed, even as the Hippy loudly protests outside.
The audience soon discovers the shadiness of Monsterland. C1 is apparently buying nuclear materials, and is working with Cameron Winters (who is for the most part unknowing of his true intentions) and other compatriots such as Raul, the new leader of the Red Bamboo, to illegally capture and smuggle various Lesser Kaiju.
Among these monsters are none other than Zilla, who gets kidnapped. Even as our Monarch protagonists try to find him, new incidents sprout up when Anguirus appears from the ocean and attacks a city!
For some reason, Anguirus is on the attack, despite being a normally peaceful Kaiju. He rampages through the city, smashing buildings as he heads for the center… When all of a sudden, he begins moving away from the city, further in-land. Similar incidents soon sprout up, with none other than Godzilla himself appearing.
In the wake of these attacks, everyone is talking and wondering why the two are acting strangely. Some at Monarch point out that the two Kaiju seem to be focused more on heading into the city and digging at various points, than they are at actually attacking things. Likewise, the two seem pretty careful, waiting for humans to get out of the way before moving in, and at one point Anguirus was even warded off by the military.
We eventually get a reveal of C1 interacting with none other than Alan Jonah himself (with Artist potentially catching this). We don’t get any context to their conversation, but Jonah is apparently wary of sabotaging Humanity’s one good deed in accepting the Kaiju. However, C1 convinces him that what they’re doing will result in Humanity being properly put in its place, once and for all.
Of course, Jonah is suspicious of C1, wondering if they have any other motives, but C1 remains adamant. He also notes that with Godzilla and Anguirus on his tail, Jonah doesn’t have much room nor time to think and be picky, and advises him to choose wisely. Jonah, weighing the situation, agrees to collaborate with C1 on his plan to ‘humble’ humanity. In return, he needs help from C1 in keeping Godzilla and Anguirus away while the plan unfolds, and C1 promises a potent ally…
We eventually cut to Godzilla roaming the wilderness in hot-pursuit of something, apparently looking towards the sky- When all of a sudden, we hear screams. We cut to none other than a new monster- Gigan, our psycho cybernetic space-chicken!
Gigan quickly proves his bloodlust in attacking hapless civilians, slicing apart buildings and reveling in the bloodshed. Godzilla, angered, challenges Gigan, but it doesn’t go well. Godzilla is caught off-guard by how incredibly sharp Gigan’s blades are, and the audience in-universe and out sees him bleed for the first time at Gigan’s hands.
Gigan quickly wounds Godzilla with countless cuts, bleeding him out as he takes sadistic pleasure in the battle. Before Gigan can finish off a delirious Godzilla, however, Kong comes in and rescues him. Gigan is driven off, and the two head to the ocean. Following this, Kaiju activity spikes as other Titans begin roaming around, apparently on Kong’s orders, looking out for something…
The film’s climax culminates when Monarch protagonists such as Mark, Madison, Nick, etc., are invited to the luxury, high-end party in Monsterland. Meanwhile, Artist notifies others in Monarch of what she’s seen and heard of, and Jonah begins coordinating his cargo towards Monsterland.
Cue Opening Day, as lots of fun is had and so forth. Rides are ridden, games are played, toys and plushies are handed out as guests treat themselves and bond with each other over a mutual love for Kaiju. At the high-end part of Monsterland, Madison is walking around in the highly luxurious party, which is populated by typical upper-crust people. Monarch is sure this is a trap, but they have no choice if they want to know- Plus, Zilla tends to listen to Nick and Madison anyway.
Eventually, Madison meets S, and as the two get to know each other, the big attraction for the luxury party is revealed. A giant, in-door dome opens up to reveal an arena, where captured monsters are forced to fight one another as the audience makes their bets!
Those at Monarch are clearly revolted, watching in horror as attractions such as Queen Bee or Rhinosaurus are made to duel. Worst of all, Raul takes center-stage, revealing himself to the protagonists and happily explaining how he became the new leader of the Red Bamboo. The other party guests jeer as the protagonists are rounded up, to be thrown into the arena with one of the monsters and executed amidst a bloodthirsty audience.
S, taking a liking to Madison, helps sneak her out of her confinement, explaining that she feels little love for Winters. Madison finds Zilla in his cage, and after comforting and calming him down, quickly notices Komodithrax, the monster who is supposed to kill her and the others.
Komodithrax is hostile, but Zilla manages to put in a good word for his human friends with her. A bit of a plan is hatched- Meanwhile, Godzilla and Anguirus arrive to attack Jonah’s cargo. Godzilla’s nuclear breath strikes an invisible object in the sky, revealing a cloaked, giant carrier transporting something…
The big death match between our human friends and Komodithrax arrives (after a cruel battle between Zilla and Rhinosaurus that the former wins). At first, Komodithrax seems ready to kill the protagonists as the audience jeers… But it’s just to stall and distract while S and a group of other protagonists, led by Artist, help free all of the monsters.
The monsters break free of their captivity, causing havoc as Zilla and Komodithrax break through the dome. The party-goers scream and flee as quite a few are maimed pretty gruesomely at the hands of monsters such as Queen Bee, who is able to rapidly-fire stingers from her abdomen, or Komodithrax, who lays smokey-gas traps before lighting them into explosions with a spark of flame.
It’s utter chaos, and as Madison and Nick direct Zilla, who helps guide the monsters to freedom with Komodithrax, the other protagonists storm the Tower of Operations, confronting C1 and C2.
The two reveal their plans, even as the scene cuts to showing the carrier, downed by Godzilla. The two head towards it… when it breaks opens, and out comes Ghidorah himself!
But he’s bit smaller, and weaker- He only has two heads and one tail, and can’t even generate storms! Luckily for him, he’s got back-up in the form of Gigan, who helps him fend off the duo as they head towards Monsterland.
The visitors panic as the two monsters get closer, and automated turrets rise from the walls of the park, keeping them confined. C1, with Jonah nearby, explains how Ghidorah needs to draw from huge sources of energy to regenerate- Like a volcano, for example.
Jonah has been slowly nursing Ghidorah back to health, but the process is taking a while and is imperfect. Thus, in comes C1, who reveals that they’ve built an incredibly powerful energy-generator at the center of the park, hidden by lead walls, right beneath the giant Godzilla statue.
C1 explains his plan- He allegedly feels that humanity has gotten too arrogant, too buddy-buddy with the Kaiju and need to remember their place. By creating Monsterland, the ultimately symbol of humanity’s love of Kaiju, he’s gathered Monsters’ biggest fans from all across the globe… Just so they can be slaughtered by the creatures they loved- In the case of the rich people, by the Lesser Kaiju (their release was actually planned by C2 and S was acting on his orders the whole time), or by King Ghidorah himself!
The plan is to have Gigan protect and lead Ghidorah to the energy generator in the park. Ghidorah, feeding off of the generator, will be able to fully regenerate back to his full-strength, and with Gigan’s help, he’ll slaughter all of the visitors and defeat Godzilla and eventually Kong, reclaiming his title as King of the Monsters.
His kingship regained, Ghidorah will resume his hunt and terraforming of the planet. Humanity will fear and hate the Kaiju, with the monsters’ biggest advocates having been slaughtered in one fell-swoop by the creatures they love in a symbolic act, while the rest are hunted down. An irreversible rift will be torn between Humans and Monster, as the former’s numbers are dwindled down. Due to their newfound hatred of Monsters, humans will refuse to rely on friendlier ones like Mothra, attacking them and sealing their doom in the process.
The protagonists are horrified, but eventually Mark calls out C1 on his alleged worship of the Kaiju, wondering if he has ulterior motives. C1 admits to this, nodding at Jonah and telling him that his use is served, and he is now free to do as he pleases. For a moment, things are at a stand-off, when one of the protagonists manages to shoot C1.
At first, they seem fazed… But then they quickly recover. More shots are fired but C1 keeps trudging onward, unaffected. Addressing Mark, C1 offers a hint to his true motives… Even as his body violently contorts, and out sprouts a hideous, cockroach-like monster, all Nosk from Hollow Knight-style!
C2 joins C1 as they attack the protagonists. Jonah realizes he’s made a mistake (big surprise there) and he flees with his group as they try to recoup and recover from the revelations. The protagonists try to survive, avoiding their attackers (dubbed Hunters), as other employees reveal their true natures as well.
S is surprised by this as well, and in the chaos she groups with Winters, who isn’t aware of her involvement. Meanwhile, Zilla arrives with his little army of monsters to destroy the armed turrets, briefly finding opposition from C-Rex, who arrives from the ocean for a rematch. C-Rex and Zilla clash, even as the visitors flee just in time to avoid Ghidorah and Gigan.
The two head straight for the Energy-generator, only for Kong to appear as Godzilla and Anguirus catch up. Cue a huge Monster battle as Monster Land is utterly destroyed. Gigan continues to show his bloodthirstiness, even as Ghidorah tries to make contact with the generator. Anguirus gets his face slashed, but Godzilla quickly shows he’s wizened up to Gigan’s act.
Amidst it all, the human protagonists desperately try to not die as the Hunters pursue them. Zilla comes to rescue them, his battle with C-Rex inadvertently taking down a few Hunters in the process. Winters even rallies some terrified rich people into helping her take down a Hunter using an axe and a chandelier.
The big Monster Battle with Ghidorah and Gigan VS Godzilla, Kong, and Anguirus culminates at the center of Monsterland, with the giant Godzilla statue and the Tower of Operations. The statue is utterly thrashed, thrown to the side as it slams into the Tower, and the chaos causes it to further topple.
Back on the ground-level, C1 and C2 are caught beneath the falling debris, mortally wounded and bleeding to death. Mark explains to a dying C1 that his plan has failed; Ghidorah won’t regenerate and will be defeated before he can. Humanity will continue to love Kaiju (er, probably) due to Godzilla and others saving them to begin with. Likewise, the visitors at the Theme Park were saved, so no tragedy there!
C1 is angry and lashes out for Mark, but he steps back as he and the others retreat, riding on Zilla’s back. C-Rex, defeated, stumbles back into the ocean, even as the other freed monsters watch the main battle at the center.
The battle reaches a climax when the energy generator opens up, now-activated with Ghidorah’s presence. Ghidorah briefly bites onto it, drawing energy as Ichi begins to grow from between Ni and Kevin… But luckily, the other Monsters pull him away. The battle ends when Kong uses Gigan’s own buzzsaw against himself, pushing Gigan’s left-arm into his chest and severing it at the elbow.
Wielding Gigan’s arm like a sword, Kong mortally wounds Gigan, briefly abandoning him to help the others keep away Ghidorah. Even as Gigan flees, flying into the atmosphere, Kong uses his blade to slice off Ghidorah’s legs at the kneecaps, and eventually his tail and wings. Ghidorah, immobilized, is finished off when Kong repeatedly stabs him in the back with Gigan’s blade.
Too wounded, Ghidorah falls unconscious, and the three Kaiju celebrate their victory. The human protagonists arrive alongside Monarch reinforcements, who begin to secure Ghidorah’s unconscious body. Military reinforcements fly after Gigan, attempting to shoot him down, when a giant golden object appears in space orbiting the planet. The craft beams up Gigan and disappears, to the shock of the protagonists.
Following this, a triumphant Kong splits off from Godzilla and Anguirus, leading some of the monsters to freedom, while the rest swim with Godzilla and Anguirus out into the ocean amidst the sunrise.
In the aftermath of it all, humanity still appreciates the Kaiju as the reasons for Godzilla and Anguirus’ attacks are explained. Winters and S settle down, evading imprisonment through a bunch of legal loopholes, as Raul escapes into the night. The remaining Hunters escape, receiving assistance from none other than Jonah and his group. The protagonists are glad humans can still co-exist with Monsters, just as Serizawa wished, and Artist gets a new job working with Monarch and its Public Relations branch.
This is revealed at the end of the film, in news headlines credits, post-credits scenes, etc. The final post-credits scene reveals a strange, armored being sitting in a golden command-center, surrounded by some Hunters as she observes the news. Frustrated at C1 and C2’s dumb idea, noting the Controller never should’ve listened to them, she decides to take command and send in someone named Mugalu.
Additional Notes:
-Prior to the big corrupt Monster-fighting party, we see a random rich dude getting ready to go as his wife criticizes his love of Monsters, citing that it’ll get him killed or something like that. This is foreshadowing to how the upper-crust elites invited by C1 are victims themselves, with their wealthy loved ones and friends seeing their deaths and being horrified, using their influence to spread Anti-Kaiju sentiment.
-C1 briefly talks on a device with someone named ‘Zaguries’, reassuring her that the Controller’s faith in him is well-founded. The being at the end of the movie is implied to be Zaguries, who had doubts over C1’s plan.
-During the chaos when the Lesser Kaiju are released at the Monster-Fighting ring, Raul manages to survive and escape by revealing another orb-like device in his eye socket. It acts as a flashbang/grenade/smokebomb, helping cover his retreat as he escapes.
-On Gigan’s character;
Gigan is very clearly a cruel and sadistic Kaiju, reveling in the bloodshed as he attacks cities and takes glee from mass deaths. At times, the M-Hunters have to rein him in, as he gets distracted attacking people instead of doing his actual orders. Gigan quickly proves himself a brutal fighter, being the first to make Godzilla bleed. He repeatedly attacks Godzilla up-close, using his blades to hook onto Godzilla, and not giving him time to use his nuclear breath as he tears up his enemy.
Gigan also has the ability to fly- Thanks to his cybernetic enhancements, he can turn off his gravity, enabling him to float and fly through the sky like an eel swimming through water. Gigan still needs to have time to lift off with a running start, though.
Ultimately, Gigan is proven to be the quintessential bully, and he flees into space after getting his butt kicked brutally by Godzilla, Kong, and Anguirus in the final battle- As a bully, he’s inherently a coward. The Earth Defense Force tries to give chase, but ultimately Gigan escapes with his tail between his legs, leaving Ghidorah behind.
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PROLOGUE
After many months of sleeping near the bottom of the ocean, his last wounds and scars finally healed up from his last battle with Biollante. Godzilla stretched out his limbs, ready to begin his attack on Japan once again. He swam out from his underwater cave and began his journey upwards. After around an hour later, he reached the surface of the ocean and let out a vicious roar, signaling the King has awoken from his slumber.
Unbeknownst to Godzilla, up above were the M Space Hunter Nebula Aliens. They have waited oh so long to see the monster that ruined their invasion last time. They’ve tracked Godzilla since his fight with the plant monster without him knowing it. And after several months he rose from the water. They couldn’t attack while he was sleeping due to their weapons unable to go that far deep into the ocean. Nonetheless, It was their time to strike. They quickly cloaked their ship so the overgrown dinosaur couldn’t see them.
Godzilla sniffed the air. Something was off. He began to look at the area around him, checking in the water and air, but couldn’t see a thing. Godzilla shrugged off the feeling and ducked back down in the sea. His journey to Japan began, along with the Nebulan spacecraft silently following Godzilla. It’s been too long since he attacked Japan by himself. Usually there was some monster to bother him while he was attacking. perhaps this time would be his lucky day.
On the beach of Okinawa, a few kids were playing on the beach along with their parents. That was, until they saw Godzilla’s dorsal plates poking out from the water like a sharks, and coming straight for them. Adults scoped up the children and ran to their vehicles, but it was already too late, Godzilla walked up onto the beach and let out a mighty roar. His dorsal plates quickly turning blue and the King of the Monsters opened up his mouth. The screaming people were quickly reduced to nothing but ash in seconds due to his radioactive beam. Godzilla slightly grinned as he saw nothing remained, proud with his work.
Alarms quickly sounded off in Okinawa, alerting everyone in the city that a kaiju attack was about to take place. Godzilla’s grin faded and scowled. “Great.” He thought. Now he had to deal with the army forces earlier than usual. All they’ll do to him is slow him down so more humans can escape.
Several tanks rolled down the streets, trying to avoid oncoming civilian cars to try to escape the city. They got to as close to Godzilla they could get without being noticed by him, they began their fire. Godzilla looked surprised for a moment. They were quicker than normal. Her turned to the row of tanks and snarled. How could they think they could distract him long enough? His quickly made them pay with a blue beam of light, incinerating them all.
In the Nebulan ship, the leader was grinning at the idea of Godzilla being torn apart and slowly dying. How easy it would be for them to finally win! They realized their past mistakes and other aliens. Just send their strongest monsters all out at once. The Leader continued to watch as Godzilla burned the city to the ground. Then a devious popped into his head. “Why not kill Godzilla now to see the humans cheer in joy to see the humans cheer, only to hear them scream with their own monsters? Oh yes.. That’ll work.” The leader then began to set free all the monsters.
Godzilla was already a quarter way through destroying the city, but suddenly had a bad feeling. He could sense a creature his size nearby. He heard a whirring noise above and looked up to see what it was, but was met with white smoke in his face. Godzilla hacked and coughed and fell to the floor. Only one thing caused a reaction like that. Hedorah. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with Hedorah. The flying black blob landed in front of Godzilla. Hedorah was suddenly flashing pink and red in front of Godzilla. Hedorah’s shape changed into something more humanoid like. Godzilla then pushed himself up and got into battle stance along with Hedorah.
Godzilla already hated Hedorah with a passion. his atomic breath barley had effect on the damn thing. He couldn’t touch Hedorah or his skin would burn. Godzilla roared at Hedorah, standing his ground. The Pollution Monster just responded back with a sickening gurgle. The top of Hedorah’s head glowed a bright red, his brain poking out from the top of his head. Hedorah began to gurgle again, simulating a laugh. His eyes glowing a bright red as well. Unfortunately for Hedorah, Godzilla just blasted Hedorah straight in the head. Hedorah shrieked in pain and stumbled into a building behind him. His brain retracted back into his body with a slow hiss.
Godzilla stepped closer to Hedorah and prepared to do another beam attack, but he suddenly felt his right shoulder being torn open. Godzilla roared in pain and backed up from Hedorah. blood was oozing out of his wound fast. No way Hedorah could have done this. There was another. Godzilla then noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Something black and red and flying towards him rapidly. Godzilla waited for the flying monster to come closer before ducking down quickly. As the monster flew over him, Godzilla swung his his tail at the creature, causing the flying monster to crashing to the ground.
Godzilla looked towards the downed monster and scowled. It was the Cyborg Monster Gigan, rebuilt from the Final War. Godzilla’s blood was stained onto Gigan’s buzzsaw on his belly. Godzilla snarled at Gigan. Gigan never worked alone, too much of a coward to fight on his own. Him and Hedorah must be working together. This puzzled Godzilla due to Hedorah usually acting on his own. Nonetheless, Godzilla stared down the two approaching monsters and slowly backed up. This was going to be a tough fight.
Hedorah and Gigan slowly stepped forward, unsure what Godzilla’s next attack would be. Godzilla had to be smart. Both of the monsters in front of him extremely deadly up close, but weak from far away. Godzilla continued to back up before blasting Hedorah in the chest with a quick heat beam, making the Sludge Monster fall to the ground. Parts of Hedorah’s “skin” was dried up a bit, and slowly fell of, revealing a slimy texture underneath.
Godzilla continued to back up, his sights now focused on Gigan. The Cybernetic Kaiju soon ran towards Godzilla, Godzilla turning around to smack Gigan with his tail again, but was met with extreme pain. He looked to see what had happened, and saw that the tip of his tail was only hanging by a thread. Godzilla’s blood was now starting to pour onto the abandoned streets.
Godzilla shook off the pain and looked forward at Gigan, who was already close and had his hand scythe about to cut into Godzilla. Thinking quickly, he used his own hands to block the attack. Although Godzilla’s hand was cut into and started bleeding, it could have been much worse. Godzilla grabbed onto Gigan’s hand and pulled him to the ground. Gigan yelped as he collided down with the hard ground.
Looking quickly at his wounds, it angered him the he’d let Gigan that close to him. Suddenly, building behind him started to explode rapidly. Godzilla looked towards them and stared into smoke from the buildings. He then noticed a yellow glow. A rainbow beam shot from it’s eyes, but Godzilla fired back with his own atomic breath, creating a beam battle. Using all the strength he had, he pushed the multicolored beam back into Mechagodzilla’s, the Metal Copy, face.
The King let out a victorious roar glared at Gigan, who was just getting back up from the ground. He turned and what Gigan back down with his tail, but as he turned, He saw Hedorah was right behind him. Hedorah had sneaked up while he was distracted with the other two kaiju. It was too late for Godzilla to do anything as Hedorah tackled Godzilla to the ground.
Godzilla groaned as he tried to push Hedorah off of him, but was met with no success. Her god barley breath, and the smell of Hedorah was ungodly! It was then Godzilla felt Hedorah releasing his putrid slime onto him. Godzilla roared in pain as he felt his skin burning away from the sludge, and this is what Hedorah was waiting for. He quickly shot a muck ball into Godzilla’s mouth, making it hit the back of Godzilla’s throat.
As the glob of muck began sliding down Godzilla’s throat, he tried to push the thing out, but to no avail. The taste.. Was the absolute worst thing he had to experience. He began to gag unintentionally as he felt his throat start to bleed and burn. Godzilla’s stomach started to churn before vomit started to make it’s way out of Godzilla’s mouth. His barf pushing most of the black goop from his mouth and into Hedorah’s face.
Godzilla felt disgusted and humiliated. This was even worse than the battles with Hedorah before! He was covered in his own blood and vomit and very weak. Hedorah let out a small chuckle after seeing Godzilla in such pain and agony. There was no way for Godzilla to win. He couldn’t fight all the monsters in a state like this. Hedorah stood up to let the last monster get the killing blow. Godzilla could barley move. He felt tired. As he closed his eyes, he swore he heard a cackle, not from Hedorah. But another foe. King Ghidorah. But he couldn’t do a damn thing now. He had to rest and heal. for now at least. He would wake up, again he thought. That was the last thought he had before a golden foot landed on Godzilla’s head, snapping his neck, killing the old King of the Monsters. Now Ghidorah would take the crown, and be the destroyer of Earth.
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A Random Godzilla Thought
This is an idea I’ve been bouncing around in my head. I might turn it into a video later. How would I improve on the long running Godzilla movie series? Like if I could go back in time and have control over Toho throughout the production of the series. Let’s just start at the beginning.
Showa Era:
Gojira/Godzilla: Change nothing. This is pretty much perfect. I wouldn’t even change the American edit, because inserting a famous actor like Raymond Burr (and deleting the Tuna subplot) were very important to getting this series accepted globally and making Godzilla what it is today. I would later like to see a master edit including the best of both versions.
Godzilla Raids Again: This is an important part of the Godzilla mythos, but never got a proper stateside release. American studios at the time thought audiences wouldn’t like a sequel, so they redubbed it “Gigantis the Fire Monster,” and removed all references to Godzilla. All we really need here is a proper global release. It establishes the second Godzilla, and frames him in a different light as a monster who’s less motivated by rage and destruction, and more wants to fight other strong monsters. This resonated with Japanese audiences who at the time felt themselves trapped in the cold war between the US and Soviet Union, much like Japan was trapped between two battling monsters in the movies. Its message was a more positive one though. That in spite of this hardship Japan will survive.
King Kong vs Godzilla: Move release date back and establish a stand alone Toho Kong movie first.
King Kong escapes: This is actually a pretty fun monster movie, and would be a good time to establish this new version of Kong. Release it before King Kong vs Godzilla. Establish it as the same Kong who’d later appear in King Kong vs Godzilla. Improve the Kong costume with larger hands, less shaggy fur, a better sculpted chest, and a more expressive face. Give Kong more to do in the final battle with Mechanikong.
King Kong vs Godzilla: NOW release this movie. Other than the improved Kong suit there’s not really much that needs changing. This was a solid entry in the Showa series.
Ebirah Horror of the Deep: Rename to Mothra II: Red Bamboo. Do not include Godzilla. Make this a stand alone Mothra movie, Godzilla can be a surprise cameo at the end only popping up to challenge Mothra and foreshadow the next entry.
Mothra vs Godzilla: Nothing needs to change here. Solid movie with Godzilla challenging another one of Toho’s powerhouse monsters, Mothra. Remember that in Japan Mothra is the second most popular Kaiju right after Godzilla (yes even more than King Kong).
Ghidorah the Three headed Monster: This movie is very important. It marks so many things. The return of Mothra, the return of Rodan, now as a heroic monster, the arrival of one of the most constant villains King Ghidorah, and most importantly the transformation of Godzilla from villain to anti-hero who’s desire to fight the strongest of monsters would be a force for good. So what to change? The entire assassination story that doesn’t really support the monster story at all. The entire human story of this movie needs a major rewrite. If they can’t be made to support the main event, then cut their story down and give their screentime to the monsters. Additionally drop the line that one of the Mothra larva died. It’s more useful to have 2 Mothras as this would allow both moth and larval forms to be available in any given future movie. Which leads to my next point. Have Mothra attain her moth form midway through the movie and join the final battle fully grown.
Son of Godzilla: Don’t make it.
Godzilla’s Revenge: Don’t make it.
Godzilla vs Monster Zero: A pretty solid movie, but too similar to Destroy All Monsters. Rewrite the second half of the movie so that the Xilians don’t take control of Godzilla and Rodan, but instead simply leave them stranded on planet X to support a conventional invasion backed by King Ghidorah. Therefore the second half of the movie is about stealing a saucer to get back to Planet X and bring back Godzilla and Rodan. Meanwhile more monster action can be provided by Mothra trying alone to fend off the invasion, creating a big damn heroes moment when Godzilla returns. Additionally the end might leave up in the air if Godzilla survived a solo fight with Ghidorah. Adjust the timing of the final battle so that Ghidorah flees when the Xilians lose control of him. Ghidorah may even destroy a few UFOs himself on the way out, showing that Ghidorah is still untamable chaos. This would serve to not waste the monster control plot point needed in Destroy All Monsters later, and preserves King Ghidorah’s reputation, while making the battle feel more costly. The movie ends on a parting shot of Mothra and Rodan looking over the ocean as if the question of Godzilla is still alive down there.
Destroy All Monsters: Push this movie back for a later release.
Godzilla vs Gigan: Do not include King Ghidorah in this movie. Gigan should be made fearsome enough to convincingly take on Godzilla one on one. Don’t waste Ghidorah. Obviously bring in a question of if Godzilla is even alive early in the movie to make it a triumphant return when he shows up.
Godzilla vs Hedorah: Honestly, nothing wrong with this one. It’s a bit weird in places, but it’s also a callback to the dark and poignant nature of the original Godzilla.
Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla: This movie is fine.
The Terror of Mechagodzilla: Rename to Godzilla vs Mechagodzilla II: Up the ante with a surprise appearance of Mechanikong as a second Kaiju threat for Godzilla to face.
Godzilla vs Megalon: Rename this to Jet Jaguar: The Rage of Megalon. Remove Godzilla from it entirely. If Toho wants a Jet Jaguar franchise it needs to stand alone in its own movie first. Give Jet Jaguar a finishing move that allows it to take down Megalon solo. Remove the Kenny.
Destroy All Monsters: Time to finish the Showa series not with a whimper but an explosion. So far we’ve removed some of the sillier elements from the Showa series, while allowing just enough to stay that the movies can be fun, but still take themselves seriously. We’ve also removed some of the bigger stains on the series. Destroy All monsters goes much the same with a few changes to the cast. Son of Godzilla is absent. Mothra is an adult. King Kong is added. Gorosaurus is removed (as he was only included in the original as a Kong replacement) It also becomes a full blown Earth monsters vs space monsters throw down, so on the side of space monsters, Gigan, Mechagodzilla, and Mogera are added. The fire dragon may still only be a ship, but it is redesigned to look like an actual dragon. Pushing the movie back a few years should allow for a better effect to this end.
While all monsters are under alien control Kong was left largely ignored because he’d been keeping to himself on his own island. This leaves Kong to battle the now rampaging monsters under alien control giving us a good mid movie action scene, and finally a callback to King Kong vs Godzilla. Put more of the city destruction by rampaging monsters directly on screen rather than on monitors and TV screens. During the 2nd act Kong destroys Mogera on his island before swimming toward Japan to find the source of the invasion that’s threatened his home.
The 2nd act will feature a brief rematch between Kong and Godzilla before the Kilaaks lose control of the monsters, leading to an awesome standoff between the united Earth Monsters and the space monsters Ghidorah, Mechagodzilla, Gigan, and the Fire Dragon (which joins the fight earlier). During the final battle Ghidorah again turns on his masters firing a blast that destroys the Kilaak base on Mt Fuji, once again showing that Ghidorah is a force of destruction that can’t be controlled, before he turns to face off against the united Earth Monsters.
This final battle would conclude with the destruction of Mechagodzilla, Gigan, and Ghidorah (permanently with no running away this time), particularly with the final battle being a team up between Godzilla and Kong against King Ghidorah, as most of the other Earth monsters are exhausted from fighting the other space monsters.
This all ends much the same way, with the monsters triumphantly returning to their homes, and the total destruction of the Kilaaks and space monsters, putting a final cap on the Showa era, and letting the Godzilla series rest for a decade before the start of the Heisei era.
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Bath-Time!
Summary: Baby Gigan gets his first bath-time!
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“Gigan, come back!”
The floofy little chick peeped and chirped, as he waddled clumsily down one of the many corridors within the ship as fast as his little legs could take him. He was covered from head to tail in a thick downy coat, and that coat was in turn now covered in a gold liquid of questionable origin. Gigan didn’t know what this sticky stuff was, but it was its golden color that drew the young chick in when he saw it.
Adults of his species have prominent gold displayed on their bodies, in the form of feathers. Soft warm feathers ripe for snuggling into. It was instinct for young chicks to cuddle into it, and unfortunately for the Nebulans, this instinct is indiscriminate towards anything colored gold. Including unfinished painted sculptures.
Little Gigan didn’t like this stuff in his down. It made his coat heavy and uncomfortable. But before he could make clumsy attempts to preen himself, his adoptive parents found him. And hearing the angry ruckus they made, he immediately ran off. He hadn’t a clue what the Nebulans were yelling out for; at best, he recognized the sound of his own name. They sounded upset and the way they were chasing him, he did not want to know why. So he waddled. And waddled, and waddled some more.
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Where was his nest? Who cares, just waddle. Why is he waddling again? Oh, right, his parents were playing chase with him!
He heard the distinct noise of a door closing just ahead and he turns a corner to find the door fastening shut. Nowhere to go down here. So he huddled in a corner to hide, closing his eye. After all, if he can’t see them, then they can’t see him, right? But alas, the Nebulans somehow found him and he feels something wrap around his chest. He jumps and plops to the ground, knowing he’s been caught. He playfully hooks a claw around the leash attached to his harness, his little beak full of baby teeth chewing on it.
Without a word, he’s slowly dragged along down the hall.
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"Sir, he's making a break for it!"
"We can't keep him back, he's too powerful!"
"By the Void, there's a mess everywhere!"
"Keep it together, lads! Remember: he can smell fear!"
Gigan still had no idea why they were yelling as he climbed up the domed cage meant to keep him from escaping the tub. His coat was now covered in bubbles alongside the paint, and he would shake himself if he could.
His claws, feet, and beak were hooked onto the bars, securing him from falling back into the soapy water below. He didn't like this new wet experience, and feeling the loofah reach his tail and scrub his bottom, he screeched in protest and tried to climb higher. Alas, there was no higher place to go as the walls were starting to curve too sharply for him.
There was no escape as his bottom was cleaned, even as he tried shifting off to the side, invariably going in circles around the top of the cage. He felt the scrubbing go up his back, onto his tiny little sails and he flattens them against his soaked floof. He shrieks again, letting go with his beak to glare at the evil scrubber and swiping at it with a claw.
Alas, it was this action that has him slip off and back into the bath with a splash! Several of his parents were swept off in his unintentional counter-attack, but many more took their place as they swarmed him.
He shrieks again in dismay, clinging to the bars with his claws as the cockroaches proceed to scrub every inch of him. But this time, he makes no attempt to climb as his big eye looks around for any escape option.
There was no escape; he must stay where he is and face this cruel and unusual punishment.
He still had no idea what he did to deserve this...
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After some time of this bath, the Nebulans finally returned little Gigan into his nest within their incubator. How he escaped his nest to begin with, they had no idea, so they were definitely going to up the security around here.
Gigan shook himself, his downy feathers still a little damp, and he shivered as he plopped down onto his tummy. His tail gave a little wag, a last attempt to shake off the water, and he began to settle in for a nap...
... Before movement above him has him instinctively open his beak wide and lift his head, chirping and begging for food. His efforts weren’t wasted, as the Nebulans placed a waiting piece of bite-sized meat into that open mouth. A treat for doing so good with his first bath... or as good as it can go. At least nobody died.
The chick swallowed it down like nothing before settling back to rest his beak into the comfort of his nest. He had quite a bit of excitement today, and tomorrow will no doubt hold even more adventures!
But for now, it’s dream-time, with his insect parents watching over him with caring (and paranoid) eyes.
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Half-Life, Ch. 3
Summary: Gigan takes Ghidorah on their first “date” to the bar. We learn a few things about this three-headed dragon.
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Normally, the flight from a planet into the void of space was the most satisfying part of his mission.
The thought of the carnage he left behind, a planet burning beneath him and rendered completely uninhabitable. The complete extermination of life, the knowledge that it was all from his own hard work. He adored the strength of his wings fighting the gravitational pull, the feeling of the air thinning, and at last, the weightlessness of space.
The sight of the stars all around, promising more worlds for him to destroy. So many lives to toy with.
The wave of cosmic energy that would hit his scales, rejuvenating him. Feeding off the energy through the membrane of his wings, healing his wounds and restoring his strength for the journey ahead. Under normal circumstances, he would then cocoon himself within an asteroid produced by his own body, reducing himself to a pure energy form. Content and happy, he would fall into dormancy, his asteroid drawn towards planets one after another until his moon-shaped crests would pick up signs of life to awaken him once more.
But this was not normal circumstances and as he flies higher through this world’s atmosphere, the only thing that coursed through him was not satisfaction, but anger, hatred, frustration...
And dread...
Breaking free of the planet’s hold, Ghidorah felt the cosmic waves flowing over him, speeding his regeneration to be almost instantaneous. The pain coursing through his back with every stroke of his wings had disappeared.
The pain in his middle head, however, remained. The injury there has healed, but the newly-active chip gave a very uncomfortable sensation. He wanted to chew at the spot, scratch at it with a foot, but he knew it was useless. Even if he could will his body to perform the action, chewing and clawing it out would only result in his own death.
Granted, death would probably be preferable to what fate the half-life had in store for him.
He kept glancing back towards the planet. He wasn’t used to leaving a world only half-destroyed. It went against every fiber of his being and his impulses fought against the mind-control in vain. Always in vain.
His glare fastened on the cyborg, and the light from the blue giant star that reflected off the metal armor was almost blinding. It was obnoxious, as was the look of expectation given to him. He wanted to just fly off in the opposite direction, just to spite him, but of course, he couldn’t. Absolutely infuriating, being trapped in a body that was no longer his to control.
At the silent order, Ghidorah felt his wings fold close and his tails moving to curl around himself. All three of his heads lowered, his legs tucked in and wings wrapping around himself. Red wisps like flames came from his scales, until it engulfed him and his body became energy. Stone began forming around him, its minerals perfect for holding his vast energy and absorbing in more cosmic rays to ensure he did not weaken during his hibernation.
At least in said hibernation, he can forget...
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“Your name is Ghidorah. You were created to be ultimate weapon.”
Those telepathic words have been imprinted in his mind for as long as he could remember. Repeated over and over, his Masters would put these thoughts into his mind, to the point where it provided some level of comfort to the young dragon.
And at this stage of his development, comfort was very important.
There was darkness around him, even in a well-lit sterile room beyond the membrane that held him. His eyelids were still sealed, having not yet opened to experience the light he would instinctively seek out as an adult. His ears were still closed, and his scales were soft. Occasionally, one of his tongues would flick out, but the only scent he would pick out was his own, in the nourishing goo around him.
His only real sense was that of his well-developed crests. He could feel irresistible auras, all around him. Every so often, several of these auras would get closer, more potent, so close that his three jaws would snap open through instinct. Muscles in his chest would tighten, but the organs housing his gravity beams has not yet fully matured and held no energy within.
He would calm when the auras faded back into the noise. He still desired them, though, and every time he woke from his sleep, he would test the boundaries of his egg, kicking at the membrane uselessly. But the day will come closer, when he will be ready to emerge. Then he can snuff out those auras, and it would be amazing.
"The Universe is a terrifying place,” the message would continue. “You will make it safer, for all of us."
Safer.
He felt pretty safe now, growing steadily within his warm confines. He had never experienced fear, or pain, and it would take several more weeks before he had his first taste of it...
He had grown substantially, easily twice the size he once was just weeks ago. His wings were growing the fastest, wrapped tight around him like an extra blanket within the membrane. Said membrane was expanding, stretching over his scales. Those scales were more developed, a distinct keeled look to each one. His eyes were open, sleepy and unfocused, but he saw the light.
He wanted that light...
Especially when he felt the aura growing stronger. His red eyes can make out movement, a blurred shadow looming by him. The impulse to lash out at it was powerful, and already two of his three jaws had opened. By now, only sparks escaped and deteriorates into the goo.
“The Universe is a terrifying place,” the message replayed again, but this time, it added more. “It’s filled with violent races that seek to destroy those who only wish to live in peace. You will be the savior that fights for those innocents, that cleanses the universe of those dark forces. But first...”
He felt something odd, brushing against the mane of his middle head. The first time a foreign object touches him. It lacked an aura, but nonetheless, his left head automatically moved to bite the thing with tiny fangs, an-
A stabbing pain came from the back of his middle head. His legs kicked out, the membrane stretching from the movement, but not yet giving out. His wings and tails push against his home, his prison, as he tried to escape the pain.
The sharpness left just as quickly as it had appeared, but it left the pain behind, as well as a very wrong feeling. Like something foreign on his body. IN his body.
“You will hold great power and to focus that power, we have given you a gift...”
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Ghidorah snapped awake even before the half-life gave the signal that they have arrived. It was not often he had dreams like that, reliving such old memories. It honestly pissed him off.
A gift, that’s what his old Masters called it. Even back then, he knew that was completely false. By ‘focus’, they meant kept under THEIR control. This damn chip and all the trouble it caused has plagued him even before he hatched! If he had lungs and the concept of sighing, he would have done so at this moment. Seems even in hibernation, he cannot be left in peace.
It takes a moment before he was calm enough to notice the presence of lifeforms, many more besides the cyborg that held him hostage. He felt the vibration of his stone cocoon, hears the muffled voice of the half-life calling out to him.
Wait, hear him? That means there has to be an atmosphere. He didn’t feel the impact of striking a planet or another celestial body.
“Wake up!” the half-life continued, still banging against the asteroid for no reason other than to annoy him, he’s sure.
Ugh, just hearing that stupid voice made him wanna go back into hibernation, much less the damn incessant knocking. But alas, he felt his own energy escape the stone, rendering it to dust before he took form. He opened his eyes, and his sight was immediately assaulted with pink. A vivid purple-pink everywhere.
Where was he?
He looked around, the haze stretching in all directions with no sign of an end. All six of his eyes swept the area before all meeting right at the cyborg.
"The bar is over there," The half-life told him, pointing a claw towards a nearby asteroid. "Clean yourself up. I want you looking your best. Y’know, before I ruin you."
Ghidorah lets out a growl at those words, and that growl gets even louder as he automatically moved to groom himself. He always took pride in his appearance, as a dragon should. But as much as he enjoyed grooming, the fact he wasn’t doing it because he wanted to took away all enjoyment.
It isn’t made better by how the half-life was watching him. Damn thing enjoying the show? He wanted to gravity beam that face. Especially when he starts flying closer. Ghidorah felt himself go on edge, wanting to move away to keep the distance, but his body refused to stop cleaning itself.
Unfortunately, it was the half-life himself that stopped the grooming session, one of his claws once more hooking around the back of his middle head and pulling him down.
“Don’t touch me.”
“Don’t speak unless spoken to,” came the retort. “Especially with any of your damn back-talk.”
Ghidorah narrowed his eyes, especially when the crest on his forehead was touched by the half-life’s other claw. His crest was glowing quite strongly, as it tended to do when a high concentration of life-energy was nearby. They were quite sensitive and he did not like the sensation of anyone touching them, much less this disgrace of a kaiju.
He nonetheless held still as the half-life examined his crests for whatever reason before he caught a whisper.
“You feel them, don’t you? This is what you mean with your crests ‘filtering’ my presence. They never glowed this brightly for me.” The half-life’s voice had a very odd edge to it. It almost sounded like this fool was...
Was he jealous?! That didn’t make sense to the dragon. Why in the void would he be jealous over something like this? He can’t control how brightly his crests glowed; it all depended on the size and number of the lifeforms in the area! It’s not his fault this idiot had his aura tainted so badly and was hardly considered alive! But Ghidorah didn’t respond with these sharp words no matter how much he wanted to, the chip rendering his tongue frozen. All he can do is hide a wince when the claw tapped against the moon-shaped structure.
He heard a grunt before the cyborg continued in a cold tone, despite the foul smirk on his beak. “Remember when I said we can kill a few folks here? I lied. For once, you’re going to have some damn self-control and not kill any of them. Got it?”
There was a slight widening of his eyes. Never before has he been given an order that so blatantly went against what he was created for. His old Masters, every other alien race that took advantage of him, wanted him to kill. Sure, they wanted specific targets killed, but killed nonetheless. But this... IDIOT decides he was going to waste his time, waste his talents, for... WHATEVER it was that one did at these ‘bars’. He was convinced the cyborg was only doing this to irritate him further, and it was working! If he wasn’t pissed off before, he definitely was now!
“Yes.” That word still escaped him, monotone and lacking any of the anger fuming within his mind. And it only gets worse when it rouses a snicker from the half-life and he felt that metal-coated beak touch the scales of his snout. The left mandible seemed to caress under his jaw, the cyborg moving it side-to-side against his skin. He wanted to pull away, willed every fiber of his body to get him away, but he can’t move.
“You missed a spot.”
What was that supposed to me-
He froze when he felt something wet and warm slide against the scales of his face. His right head could see the half-life running his tongue along his snout and lips. He had no idea what to do with this, as nobody has ever made such moves towards him before. He didn’t like it, at all! He wanted to bite, to blast the half-life in the face, push him away with his heads. ANYTHING!!
But he can’t do anything, except endure.
He closed his eyes, all six of his eyes, just counting the seconds for this to be over. He felt the creature’s tongue push into his mouth, and the urge to bite down and tear it off was through the roof! It was so damn frustrating, and the seconds crawled slower in his mind before finally, the half-life pulled away.
“Hm,” he heard from the cyborg, his middle-set of eyes opening to see the face just inches from his own. The glare he gave was intense, but the other kaiju doesn’t seem bothered. If anything, the half-life seemed encouraged to rest his beak on his nose as he chuckled. “We’ll work on it~.”
Ghidorah didn’t want to work on anything except this thing’s death. How DARE this inferior creature pulled such a stunt with him, and to think, it was only going to go downhill from here! Swear, for every second he had to wait during that, he was going to make the cyborg suffer ten times longer when he breaks free from this! But he couldn’t speak any of the thoughts going through his mind. Damn this chip, taking away everything including his voice!
He felt the claw holding his head down slide off, the edge teasing the fur of his mane before the creature turned away.
“Let’s go.”
He flew towards the asteroid he pointed out the bar being on. Ghidorah lingered where he was for a moment, but alas, his wings gave a flap through the atmosphere and followed after him.
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“Hey, McLegsalot!”
“Don’t call me that,” came the retort as Gigan sat down and made himself comfortable. A winged centipede-like kaiju squinted ten beady eyes at the cyborg, his antennae brushing over his face and chest. The four pairs of arms cleaning the glasses slow to a halt. “Gigan?”
“Scolopendra. Long time, no see. Loving my new look?”
“This is what you’re doing to undo your ban? Slap on a new paintjob and pretend you’re someone else?”
“Nah, if I was going to do that, I’d put on chainsaws instead of these,” Gigan responded, lifting the blades on his arms. “Less obvious that way. Anyway, what’s a little ban between friends, huh? Mind giving me the usual?”
“I’m not giving you anything. I-” The centipede cuts himself off, glancing off to the side before muttering. “Look, man, I ain’t losing my job over this. Last time you were here, we had to rebuild everything from the ground up thanks to your little drunken tirades. Like hell, we’re doing all that again.”
Gigan waved a claw dismissively. “Don’t worry your pretty little antennas over it-”
“It’s antennae, you dumb fuck.”
“-I’m not here to make a mess. I just want a nice, quiet time. Honest. So-”
“HA!”
“-Soooo,” Gigan drawled, refusing to back down from this little game. “Why don’t you just give me a drink and we can carry on the night like usual.”
“What part of ‘you’re banned from this establishment’ do you not understand? Hell, if Mr. Mavex finds you here-”
“And I told you, not to worry about it. Your boss won’t even have time to think about you, much less fire you.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how this works.”
“It will, trust me. Y’see, I brought along a date an-”
“Oh, for fuck sake, Gigan,” the centipede interrupted, shaking his head as the cyborg glanced over his shoulder and gave a loud shrill whistling noise. “How many times do I have to say this, I’m not going to...”
The centipede’s voice trailed off, as all the patrons within a ten-mile radius suddenly went quiet. A very large three-headed silhouette loomed at the entrance towering above all other customers, long serpentine necks lowering as Ghidorah entered the doorway. Gigan found the silence to be amazing, and he gave a smirk as the many-legged kaiju reared up to eye-level with his four clear wings fanned out. Typical defensive stance, never gets old seeing it.
“I’d like you to meet Ghidorah,” he started in a smug tone. “King Ghidorah. I’m sure you’ve heard of him, yes?”
At once, everyone made a hurry to vacate the vicinity, as Scolopendra glared at the cyborg. “You led that thing right to us! Are you insane?!” Gigan knew he didn’t have to answer that, but he does anyway with a cheeky little grin.
“Only a little.”
He glanced back at Ghidorah, whose six eyes were locked on the smaller creatures fleeing from him. He can see the spark of bloodlust in those eyes, the familiar instincts to give chase and end them all. But as expected, the dragon could do no such thing. At least-
“Now, about that ban...” Gigan continued casually, as everything ran amok behind him. “I told him not to do any harm to anyone, but if you really insist on denying me drinks...” He reveled in the angry look the bartender gave to him and he settled his blades on the bar, propping himself up a bit as he leaned closer. “I’ll take the usual, yeah? For two.”
Those eyes stay locked on him for a long moment before Scolopendra finally backed off and went to prepare his drinks. That’s more he liked it and he leaned back on his seat. “Glad you can listen to reason, Legs. I’m sure your boss will too.” He heard a nasty grumble from the bug but he disregards it as his eye returns to his golden prize, who was now staring at the bartender intensely.
“Hey,” he called out, earning the dragon’s attention. He nodded towards the chair beside him. Ghidorah glanced towards it and wandered over. It was adorably awkward, watching the dragon attempt to sit on a chair that was too small for him. Gigan couldn’t keep in a chuckle. “Lean on me~”
It still delighted him, that Ghidorah could do nothing to resist his orders. He felt the hydra press up against his side, those scales felt cold compared to their surroundings, but the cyborg didn’t mind. He nuzzled his beak against that golden hide, his mandibles nipping playfully before the bartender returned with his order.
“Good man,” Gigan snickered, his tail moving to clasp onto the glass. He caught Scolopendra eyeing at the dragon as he placed the glass down in front of him, and he was quick to show off his prize. “Told you I had a date.”
“A date?” Scolopendra responded skeptically. “Or another one of your meatshields?”
“Hey, hey, no need to be like that.” Gigan gave a chuckle as he took a sip of his drink. Ah, still tasted the same as he remembered. He took a bigger gulp. “And what do you mean, ANOTHER meatshield? Don’t act like you don’t miss those old days. All the plundering and pilfering, great times.” Another gulp. “Not my fault you got yourself trapped in here.”
“Pretty sure it was,” the centipede grumbled. “When you threw me under the bus while you ran away like a coward.”
“Like a pirate~.”
“Like a coward.”
“Meh, don’t take it so personal, Legs. I was going to come back for you, but you were already gone and now...” Another swig. “Who am I to tell you this ‘honest’ life is boring? After all, you're giving me free drinks.”
“This piece of work...” Scolopendra hissed with another shake of his head, before looking to Ghidorah. “And you’re dating this? What do you even see in him?”
The cyborg gave a short, sharp laugh as he brought his glass back up to his beak for another go, intending to respond for his partner when-
“No, I’m not ‘dating’ him.” Gigan heard Ghidorah growl softly and he sputtered mid-gulp. But the dragon doesn’t stop, maintaining direct eye-contact with him with all six eyes. “The half-life coward did the same to me, tried to abandon me in a fight. Watching Godzilla blast him out of the sky was the single most satisfying thing I’ve ever seen.”
Moment of silence, as Gigan glared towards his slave harshly. Didn’t he tell this asshole not to speak unless spoken t-
Dammit, Scolopendra spoke to him and now this bastard was taking every advantage of it to ruin everything! Well, two can play at that game. Glancing at the centipede, who was now giving him a Look, he pushed the drink closer to his partner.
“Heh, stop kidding around, babe. Tell the bug you’re joking.”
The smirk returned to Gigan’s face as Ghidorah did as told immediately. “You’re joking.” AND that smirk died just as quickly as it appeared.
Oh, this smartass mother-fuckin’ piece of-
Without warning, he struck a blade across the chest of the dragon, who jolts back and loses balance from his chair. The ground trembled from the impact as he fell, and Gigan gave his partner no time to recover as he stomped a foot onto the gash he left. This earned a pained snarl from the dragon, but Ghidorah does nothing to retaliate as the cyborg once more hooked a claw around that middle head, leaning in to hiss directly into this asshole’s ear.
“How about this: You don’t speak, at all, unless I directly address you. Now shut up, and drink your damn glass.”
They continued to lock glares for a moment, before Gigan lets him go and sits back on his seat. Ghidorah took a moment to get up, blood seeping from the wound but he does nothing to tend to himself. He instead looked at the drink, glanced at Gigan’s glass, then back to his own. The middle head leaned down and a forked tongue slips out his mouth and barely brushes the surface of the drink.
“Well?” Gigan persisted impatiently. “I said, drink.”
The dragon growled but said nothing as he began lapping up the drink. And no sooner had he done that, that he began gagging and what liquid he managed to swallow came right back up, seeping from the corners of his mouth. He opened said mouth and allowed it to spill its contents onto the bar.
“Oh, what the hell!?” Scolopendra barked, jumping back as the puddle sparked for a moment before petering out. The multi-legged kaiju shot a glare at the cyborg. “You said no messes!”
“Oh, ho~!!” Gigan chortled, ignoring the bug. “Didn’t take you to be THAT much of a lightweight! Or does it really taste that bad?” He shot Scolopendra a teasing look, but the centipede was having no more of his shenanigans, leaving the mess with them as he resumed cleaning glasses on the OTHER end of the bar. Meh, whatever, Gigan had better entertainment next to him. “Drink the whole thing, babe. It gets better as you go.”
His tail clasped Ghidorah’s glass, holding it to the dragon’s lips. Of course, Ghidorah couldn’t refuse and opened his mouth to receive the drink. And no sooner did it go down his throat than his stomach gave another heave to expel it. Well then...
“Seriously, it can’t be that bad,” Gigan grunted, glancing at the glass. He was a little bit annoyed that his new partner was having this reaction to his favorite drink. “Is the taste too strong for you?”
Ghidorah glared at him with venom before responding in that beautiful monotoned voice. “I taste nothing.”
...
Gigan would blink his eye if he could; he wasn’t sure what answer he was expecting to hear, but that certainly wasn’t it. Was this dragon serious? Who’s he kidding, of course this dragon was serious! He really can’t taste anything? Then why was he spitting it all out? Can he not drink alcohol? Did the hydra’s body take it as a toxin and thus something to be rid of? Time to find out...
“Hey, Scoli!”
“Clean it up yourself.”
“Not that, you idiot. I need you to give a glass of water. Just. Water.”
The centipede doesn’t even turn to look at him, continuing to clean before placing one of those glasses down and filling it with ice water before sliding it over to the cyborg. Gigan stopped it with a blade before pushing it pointedly towards the dragon.
“How about this one?”
“I said, I taste nothing.”
“Don’t care. You’re still going to drink this.”
Ghidorah sneered at him as he turned to the water. This time, he took it with one of his jaws, teeth closed over the glass delicately yet firmly. It looked a bit awkward to the cyborg, but he imagined the hydra didn’t have many situations where he would need to manipulate objects. Ghidorah took a sizeable gulp from it, and just as the alcohol had done previously, so too did this water. The dragon heaved and out it all came, all over the floor with more sparks.
Gigan watched this for a moment, less than amused. So the dragon can’t consume ANYTHING at all; did his creators not see a purpose in it? Well, isn’t that just great! Ghidorah really was being a pain in the ass right now, wasn’t he? All he wanted was a night of fun with his future mate, show him off, get them both plastered before the main event. But of course that can’t happen, can it? The dragon just had to make fools out of both of them. He lets out a huff, forcing a crooked smile onto his beak. He will have his fun, Ghidorah be fucked.
“Fine, more for me. Keep ‘em coming, Legs! We’re gonna be here a while.”
#ghidorah#king ghidorah#gigan#godzilla#gigadorah#mah random thought of space booze returns!!#also my joke kaiju is now real#gigan is a space pirate :3#ghidorah is not having fun right now#it'll only go downhill from here
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My Gigan’s Backstory
Gigan hardly knew his real parents. He still has memories of them, vague memories deep in his data banks. He knew enough to have imprinted on his own kind; he knows he’s a space-duck.
His Masters, the Nebulans, has taken him from his nest before he was even old enough to leave it. They took him in, fed him, raised him. They took lots of pictures of him, in all his babu floof glory, and made sure to save those photos for future use...
Gigan as a babu was damn near the cutest thing in existence, a cottonball with a face. He would instinctively seek cuddles for warmth and would waddle after anyone he laid eye on, chirping and peeping the entire time. He quickly won the hearts of every Nebulan that came in contact with him, and a great bond was formed between him and his adoptive ‘family’.
But good things don’t last long in my universe and when Gigan began approaching pubescence, he became increasingly more aggressive and violent. Tis a normal part of space-duck development, as the young start to learn how to hunt and fight amongst themselves.
For Gigan, though, this natural change would become anything BUT natural. His Masters not only placed him in complete isolation in a ready-made enclosure, but also placed a ‘mind-control’ chip in his brain. A weak one, just there to ensure he doesn’t turn that aggression towards them. They deprived him of physical company, but still spoke to him through the chip. Although obviously, the conversations were rather sparse and one-sided. Most of Gigan’s days were spent sleeping or restlessly pacing around the enclosure. His only source of entertainment was when the Nebulans would teach him how to ‘hunt’. Aka, to attack anything that went through The Door.
The Door was Gigan’s only contact with the outside world beyond his enclosure. The Nebulans would give him whatever he needed through The Door. Food, toys, or (his favorite) live prey to serve as both. He lived like this for many years, until he was a fully-grown adult. Then the Nebulans, his ‘parents’ that he came to look up to, told him that it was time for the Change. He didn’t know what this entailed, but he was excited and ready for this Initiation!
He was put under, and the modifications were made to his body, his senses, his brain. They took his natural weaponry and made them even more deadly by coating them in powerful alien alloys. They gave him power, in the form of lasers, fire, flight, teleportation, and a buzzsaw implanted into his chest. They gave him knowledge in his brain, able to access whatever information he could possibly desire (that they already had on record, of course). And most importantly....
... They downloaded his baby pictures into his memory bank. Just to humble him a bit, remind him of how cute he was.
Gigan was quite overwhelmed at first. His body stayed mostly the same in appearance, but the changes made took some getting used to. After giving him recovery time in his room, this overwhelmed feeling only increased as they FINALLY began letting Gigan out of his enclosure to practice in a training room.
This overwhelmed feeling quickly went out the window when he learned he was going to fly for the first time. He also began learning how to control his powers, and he took to the lessons pretty well. So many new ways to kill his prey, it’s great! He loved every moment of it!
Once he mastered his skills, he was finally allowed to venture into the real world to carry out missions. Much death and destruction was waged at his claws, all in the name of ‘peace’ as the Nebulans called it, and he loved every moment of it. After being confined to his room damn near his entire childhood, it was like he was able to release all that pent-up aggression on something other than his prey. And once it was all over, and his mission was a success, he would retire back in his enclosure and rest. Despite having been a prisoner in there for the longest time, he still took comfort in his nest.
He was content living with his Masters for a while; he had food and shelter, and a purpose in carrying out whatever missions the Nebulans sent him on.
But as time went on, he began to find that he wanted something more. He didn't know what he was missing, but something was wrong. There was a need in him, ever since he grew to adulthood, that he couldn't fulfill. It got so bad that just the sight of anything colored gold got him bothered and only agitated his aggression further.
Taking note of Gigan's increasing frustrations and unhappiness, the Nebulans came to the conclusion that he must have a mate. He deserved it and they pulled strings to obtain the finest specimen they could find, only the best for their pet space-duck! Importing the specimen, they let her into his room using The Door, and for the first time since being taken from his parents, Gigan saw another of his own kind. The Nebulans had their hopes up, for the interaction seemed peaceful as the two curiously met. All Gigan had to do was fluff out his feathers, fan his sails, and strut his stuff!
But that never happened. For this bioweapon did not court her and instead tried to force himself on her. It’s typical behavior for male space-ducks without a mate, but to not even try courtship? What's worse, when the female rejected his advances (who did this cyborg asshole think he is?!), Gigan only got increasingly more violent and with his enhanced strength and weaponry, it got real bloody really fast.
So fast, the Nebulans couldn’t even stop it from happening when Gigan killed his potential mate. It was horrified silence from the roaches, as their beloved pet finally found release on the corpse. He continued this until he tired himself out and turned to cannibalizing the remains.
Now that... was not normal.
But maybe the Nebulans did something wrong? Perhaps using The Door triggered Gigan to view her as a toy, as live prey? They tried again, and again, with different locations but with the same results. If anything, Gigan only learned how to keep his toy alive for longer. Kept in isolation most of his life, and trained to choose violence at every opportunity, Gigan had no real social skills among his own kind. His instincts to court and breed like a normal space-duck was severely stunted and the Nebulan’s repeated efforts only really reinforced in Gigan’s psychopathic mind that other creatures existed for his own personal pleasures.
They did come to accept that trying to breed their prized weapon was a lost cause. If anything, they’ll reward him with an opportunity to mate if he does a good job at his missions. Whatever makes him happy.
This arrangement made him very happy, and for a while, he thought he needed nothing more in life.
But one day, was the day something new awakened within Gigan.
It was an unusual mission; the Nebulans wanted him to help them capture a target, alive and unharmed. Their target was another bioweapon, just like him, created by a long-extinct race and flying around the cosmos destroying worlds. That kind of power could be useful, and best of all: it came with a mind-control chip of its own.
His name was Ghidorah. King Ghidorah.
The pictures did not do this dragon justice, as Gigan and the Nebulans tracked down the mind-control chip’s signature, and found the massive asteroid. From it, emerged the three-headed dragon. The GOLDEN three-headed dragon with MASSIVE sails that caught the light beautifully.
Setting his eye on the creature woke something in Gigan, for the very first time. He... He WANTED this creature, all to himself. Alive. And he can have him, once they brought this creature into Nebulan control. That was all the motivation he needed.
The battle was a dangerous one. The dragon’s intentions to kill were obvious, and for once in his life, Gigan had to hold back. He had one goal in mind, to incapacitate the dragon and bring him into Nebulan captivity. A swift and powerful strike to the middle head was all that was needed to finish the job.
The Nebulans went right to work with that mind-control chip. Gigan wanted something else, but was forced to sit out while the dragon was prepared. And when they finally did meet, the dragon spoke not a word to him. He just needed time to adjust, the Nebulans reassured the cyborg. They’ll be spending plenty of time together once their plan was ready to set in motion.
Their first mission was to Earth, to dispose of a creature called Godzilla. Ghidorah apparently already had run-ins on this planet, but was swiftly outnumbered. But now with Gigan at his side, surely the odds will lean in their favor.
And it very well nearly did. Together, Gigan, Ghidorah, and the Nebulans almost killed Godzilla.
Until...
Something went terribly wrong. All of a sudden, Gigan lost contact with the Nebulans, for the very first time. The mind-control chips in both kaiju was de-activated, and Gigan was left on his own. Unfortunately for Godzilla, Gigan was no innocent victim under the control of malicious aliens. Mind-control or not, he functioned largely of his own accord and he quickly resumed torturing the fuck out of Godzilla.
Even dragging him to Ghidorah’s feet like a proud suitor showing off prey.
Which Ghidorah promptly rejected and punted the fat Earth lizard away...
That’s okay, it was funny watching Godzilla fly anyway.
However, it quickly became obvious that Ghidorah was no team player and had a great disdain for Gigan. He made little effort to involve himself in the fight, beyond warding off Anguirus’s advances. This hatred even seemed to outweigh his beef with Godzilla as Ghidorah ignored his Earth-side enemy to argue against Gigan. Such vitriol from the dragon for what was an accidental collision- Wait, this wasn’t about Gigan accidentally flying into him. No, Ghidorah was blaming HIM for this whole entire mess?! THE FUCK!!
This argument costed them the mission, Gigan attempting and failing twice to retreat back to the Nebulan ship. Only when Ghidorah was allowed to retreat did Godzilla finally let the cyborg flee alongside him.
It was a bitter blow to Gigan’s ego; not only was his attempt to impress such a beautiful mate a complete failure, but he never lost a mission so miserably. But things go from bad to worse, when Ghidorah followed him back to the ship and to his horror, proceeded to destroy it. Revenge for keeping him hostage.
It was at that moment Gigan had to choose, between his Masters, who were essentially his parents, or this beautiful dragon that he wanted so badly but whom didn’t seem to return the favor...
He chose his Masters and, despite being injured, he rushed to defend the ship with everything he’s got. Ghidorah seemed reluctant to engage in teeth-to-claw close combat, and when the hydra saw that it would take more than Gravity Beams to keep this cyborg at bay, it was what allowed Gigan to chase him off. The Nebulans were safe...
... For now.
For it was barely over a year later, after yet another failed Earth mission with an ally named Megalon, that Gigan returned to his Masters even more damaged than last time. And that’s when Ghidorah, lying in wait for the perfect opportunity, decided to strike.
The Nebulans were defenseless and a weakened Gigan could do nothing but watch as his Masters were destroyed. His home... The sight of it all was horrific, and yet... somehow beautiful, seeing this dragon’s full destructive power unleashed first-hand. After the carnage, Ghidorah turned to him, regarding him with six blood-red eyes. Gigan was ready to go down fighting, but to his surprise, the dragon turned and flew off into the void. Leaving him alone for the very first time.
His mind-control was lost completely. No orders, no reassurance that everything was okay. Nothing but silence. With everything he’s ever known gone, Gigan knew not what to do. Is this what it feels like to finally leave the nest? Was he ready?
........
Of course he was. His Nebulan ‘parents’ taught him all he needed to know in life, and he went forth to make his own path. He forged his own way, making a living as an assassin and a pirate. He met with old friends, recruiting Megalon into his crew, and made new ones, meeting a grumpy ol’ centipede. He also took those same friends and threw them under the bus when the law finally caught up with them.
He was totally going to come back for them, honest....
His career as an assassin came to an end, however, when the worst day of his life happened. It was like any other, coming to meet those who wanted a job done. However, this turned out to be nothing more than a means to trap the cyborg and put him through another Change...
This one, for the worst, as it completely stripped him of his space-duckness, his feathers gone, his sails tainted red. His new ‘Masters’ wishing to enslave him...
Needless to say, it didn’t end well for them, when they learned the mind-control chip was only ever mild and served more as a means of communication than anything. The Nebulans never needed complete control, like Ghidorah’s mind-control chip was designed for. They had Gigan’s loyalty because they were all he’s ever known. Like hell, he’s letting his freedom go for some no-name low-lives who think they’re hot shit.
Still, the whole experience left its mark. He quit the idea of working as an assassin, and went full-time pirate. Taking out all the anger and frustration on innocent ships, innocent worlds. Stealing their most important resources to sell on the underground space-market. Accumulating riches in the most dishonorable of means.
But every so often, the thought of a dragon would enter his mind. Those gold scales, those massive wings, a complete disregard for life. Everything he could ever want in a mate...
... He would have extra fun with his victims whenever he got that bothered.
Until one day, he decided he was finally going to act on those desires, make those fantasies a reality. He had the tracking information on Ghidorah, he just needed to catch up to him. Not too hard when the dragon would spend so much time destroying any life-bearing worlds he came across.
When he finally did meet his Master’s killer once more, he... didn’t really know what to do from here. His new Final Wars form made him a freak; even if he were to do a proper courtship, he was certain it wouldn’t be successful. Maybe play off his new look like it was an intentional change, something he labeled a “work-in-progress”?
Would Ghidorah even recognize him?
Turns out, yes, yes he did. Despite Gigan’s attempts at friendly re-introduction, Ghidorah seemed just as hostile towards him as before, making it clear that he was still holding a grudge against the cyborg. But the dragon never really escalated that hatred into an actual fight.
This was something he can work with.
And he was nothing if not persistent. Unlike all those other females the Nebulans would try to pair him with, this one was special. He wanted him, forever and not just for the night. For that, he knew he had to earn Ghidorah’s forgiveness. Maybe then, the dragon will be willing to give him a chance.
Worst case scenario, he still remembered how to activate that mind-control chip...
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