(M/N) huffed, visibly pissed as he stood in front of the rubble that used to be his apartment—flattened, thanks to one particular overgrown, radioactive lizard with junk food proportions. He yanked out his somehow still-functioning phone, dialed a familiar number, and pressed it to his ear.
"What is it?" a gruff male voice answered.
"Hey, boss," (M/N) replied, trying to stay chill despite the urge to scream into the phone.
"Oh hey, (M/N). How're you doing?" the voice instantly shifted to a softer, overly concerned tone—clearly playing both sides of the emotional spectrum.
"Nothing much. Another one of my apartments just got leveled by a Kaiju—only this time, it was the queen herself," he said dryly, venom practically dripping from his words. His already-low opinion of Godzilla had somehow nosedived even further.
"Well, shit... Since you're homeless again, you can crash at base for a while. At least until you find another place," the voice offered sympathetically.
"Sure. Also, tell Ren I said hi," (M/N) added with a sarcastic smirk before hanging up and strolling through the dust-covered streets like it was just another Tuesday.
It'd been ten years since that fateful Kaiju attack—the one where he almost died. Almost. Instead of dying, he walked away with powers he didn't ask for but wasn't about to return either. Super strength, speed, durability—hell, he was practically unkillable. Which was both awesome and a pain in the ass, depending on the day.
Running a hand through his hair to clear the cobwebs in his head, he spotted a half-destroyed convenience store that still looked semi-operational.
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Meanwhile, on Birth Island, Mothra descended gracefully, gently laying down the not-so-graceful Godzilla, who groaned like someone dealing with the worst period cramps known to any species.
Her injuries were healing—but slower than normal. Way slower.
A clunky, rolling shape approached. Not an enemy—but Anguirus, dragging the decapitated metal head of some bootleg Godzilla knockoff.
"Okay what the actual fuck happened?!" Anguirus blurted, staring at the damage like she'd walked in on a kaiju soap opera mid-season.
"I-I'm fine," Godzilla wheezed, holding her stomach like she'd just been sucker-punched by a freight train. (She kinda had.)
"Bullshit," Rodan said, eyeing the deep, glowing-purple wound with barely-disguised horror. "Who did this to you? And how?"
"We… don't know," Mothra said grimly.
"It's gotta be that newcomer we heard about," Anguirus growled, already mentally ready to throw hands.
"No. The one who did this wasn't a Kaiju," Mothra clarified. "There were no Kaiju anywhere near the human hive city."
That made Anguirus and Rodan exchange a "wait what the hell" glance.
Mothra launched into the full story, breaking it down like a teacher explaining quantum physics to toddlers with ADHD.
"…So what's the story with that thing?" she finished, gesturing to the mech head.
"Claimed it was built by Ghidorah," Rodan said.
"Said she had an empire. If that's true, why only send one?" Anguirus asked, raising an eyebrow ridge.
"Maybe she's short on resources. Or maybe humans only made one," Godzilla guessed.
"...Or it was just a warm-up for the real invasion," Mothra deadpanned.
Right on cue—like the universe was a petty bitch—Ghidorah crash-landed on the island with two more Mechagodzillas, flanked by fire and flair.
"Well said," Ghidorah purred. "Saves me the trouble of a dramatic speech. But what the hell—let's put on a show. The world's watching... and I hope he is too~"
Ignoring the searing pain in her gut, Godzilla roared and charged.
Ghidorah didn't flinch. She slammed her knee into Godzilla's open wound and dropped her like a sack of bricks. Godzilla crumpled, clutching her stomach and vomiting up a horrifying gush of blood.
The world was now tuned into a live broadcast of Godzilla getting her ass kicked.
"People of Earth," Ghidorah's voice echoed across every screen, "watch closely. This is what defiance gets you."
She hoisted Godzilla by her hair and snarled into the camera.
"You… wo—" Godzilla choked out, but another blood geyser shot out of her mouth.
"Pathetic," Ghidorah muttered, then kneed her in the face—breaking her snout and smashing her into the dirt. "Gigan, launch the army."
"WITH PLEASURE, MY QUEEN! ALL FORCES—SUBJUGATE EARTH!" Gigan's voice bellowed from orbit.
The skies opened. Mechas rained down worldwide, targeting strongholds, military bases, and anyone who so much as looked like a threat. Smaller units swarmed cities, rounding up anything with a pulse—and preferably something breedable. (Because of course.)
"We gotta bounce, now!" Mothra yelled.
"N-NO... WE... MUST… FIGHT!" Godzilla tried to protest, but coughed up even more blood.
"She's not winning this one. We're out," Anguirus snapped. "Everyone split up. Mothra—take the kid. Meet later."
As the group flew off, Ghidorah cackled.
"That's right. Run, little queen. You've lost." She turned dramatically. "And so it came to pass that Earth bowed before its new ru—"
BOOM.
Designation-75 landed behind her with a metal-crunching thud, interrupting her villain monologue.
"You'd better have a damn good reason for ruining my moment," Ghidorah growled, whirling around.
75 didn't speak—just played a hologram. Footage from Designation-74.
Ghidorah's annoyance paused.
She recognized the boy on-screen.
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Back in the city, (M/N) stared at a can of spaghetti before setting his bag of groceries down.
"That'll be 15,700 yen," the cashier said, eyeing him like he was way too cute to be that serious.
"One sec," he muttered, handing her 16,000 yen. "Keep the change."
He stepped outside, cracked open his soda, and took a long sip—only to have the nearby skyscraper explode into dust and debris, swallowing him and the store whole.
"Motherf—" he muttered, then waved his hand. Instantly, the dust scattered, revealing the chaos.
A Mechagodzilla—this one feminine-shaped and armed to the teeth—was grinning like she just discovered fire and sex in the same day. Buildings collapsed. Civilians were being abducted left and right.
(M/N) downed the rest of his drink, calmly placed the bag of groceries on the pavement, and launched himself straight at the mech like a rocket from hell.
CRACK.
His punch connected with her metal skull. Her entire head detonated, pieces flying everywhere. The body crumpled into the nearest building like a discarded soda can.
"…Shit," (M/N) muttered, looking at the damage. "Hope nobody was in there."
He landed on her still-twitching corpse, poking at the tech—totally unfamiliar. Not human. Not alien. Just… wrong.
"Perhaps I can be of help," said a smug-ass voice behind him—eerily similar to his own.
(M/N) turned, brow raised. "When the fuck did you get here?"
"Teleportation perks," Child Emperor said, appearing beside him in a flicker of green light. "So... how's life treating you?"