Godzilla: Trip to the Underground

Baragon's Troubles

Before the whole mess even started, Baragon was living his normal life on Birth Island. Normally, the moment he woke up, he began lengthening his tunnels under Birth Island. But today, he wasn't into it. He was chatting with Anguirus and Rodan. "Baragon, you've gotta stop lengthening your tunnels." Rodan said. "Why?" Baragon asked. "Because, I woke up today in a who knows how many feet deep sinkhole." Rodan scolded. "Родан прав. Ты разрушаешь структурную целостность земли." Anguirus said. "Look, I'll believe it when I see it." Baragon sneered. He took 6 steps, and he fell into the ground. The sound of him landing made a noise that sounded like an explosion. Normally, he'd simply burrow back up. But, since he skipped breakfast, his magma breath wasn't at the right heat to soften rocks and dirt, instead of clumping.

Baragon began traveling the Hollow Earth. He saw Varan slitting a crocodilian creature's throat, and even mutilating a gigantic, flying cobra. He didn't want to be next on the chopping block, so he opted to stay out of sight. Easier said than done. Varan spotted him, and Baragon took off. He wasn't the best runner, but no amount of running would go against a flying kaiju who can fly at speeds up to mach 1.5. Varan cut him off. Baragon defended himself with his magma breath, but it clumped up. I knew I should've eaten breakfast, he thought. Varan figured he was a threat, and fired his sonic beam at the kaiju. Baragon took off. Luckily, Varan didn't pursue him.

Baragon was at a constant run for his life. He had no idea what was lighting the Hollow Earth, but it soon turned night. He couldn't run forever, and carved out a cave. It took longer than usual, but luckily it was dirt, and not stone. He got in, and piled up the dirt to form a wall. It wasn't warm like his home, but it'd have to do until he returned home.

The next morning, he woke up, and found signs of a skirmish. Baragon was a little frightened, and ran. He felt as if he'd been running throughout the entire adventure. Just then, he ran into 3 warbats. They were feasting on a foetodon's carcass. He was lucky when he scared them off with what was left of his magma breath. I didn't think I'd ever stoop to this level, he thought. Then, he began eating what remained of the warbats's breakfast. It tasted like a buzzard's butt that got sprayed by a bunch of skunks. He choked the food down. Then, he left, hoping for another way to get food. After 8 minutes of traveling, he found what remained of a camp. I guess they came for me, he thought. Baragon was glad knowing that his friends would risk their lives in the Hollow Earth to find, and rescue him. Then, he saw the remains of a warbat. It had several burn marks. He found some meat, and began eating. He was glad it tasted more like Turkish Delight. Which was strange, considering that the warbat was meat, and not sugar. But, he couldn't argue about the fact that it was better than the foetodon's carcass.

After more traveling, he found a sleeping warbat, that was curled around an egg. Baragon saw footprints. On had 2 toes, with a line between them. No doubt it was Mothra. Another was kinda like his paw formation. It was either Anguirus, or Varan. Then, he saw Godzilla's feet and tail marks, as well as his son's. Baragon didn't want to wake the warbat, but he was still hungry. He spewed his magma upon the warbat. He was lucky that it died before it knew what was happening. To prevent further skirmishes, he smashed the egg. He began feasting on the corpse. It tasted more like burnt pie fresh from the oven, than Turkish Delight. But, he didn't complain. His friends were near. Sooner or later, Baragon would be free from this prison.