Godzilla Against All: Part 1

Chapter 7.5

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the island, not a creature was stirring...mostly in the fear of disturbing the 350 foot tall, radioactive lizard that had taken up residence there...

December 24th, 2017

The sound of helicopter rotors fades away as the aircraft makes it's way off of the island Godzilla made his home and back to the Monarch ship anchored off shore. Godzilla watches it go, Doctor Ishiro Serizawa is the only human he even remotely trusts, but at times the man seemed a little too comfortable with the King of the Monster, after all, Gojira is a monster who would rather be feared by humanity than loved, at least that's what he tells himself.

"Ridiculous." Godzilla scoffs.

"It's a nice sentiment Goji." Mothra says from within her egg shell, "It's part of human culture, this is their season of kindness and giving, the Doctor merely wishes to share the goodwill with us."

"I'm not human, I have no wish to celebrate their ridiculous holidays."

"Oh, he's only giving us a gift." Mothra says, "You don't need to make such a fuss."

"I do not need gifts." Godzilla replies, "I care for myself."

"You may find your pride will cause a problem for you someday." Mothra sighs,"Sometimes it's okay, even necessary, to accept aid from another."

"Hmph, we'll see about that."

"Yes, anyway, if you won't accept his gift I certainly will. That much depleted uranium will likely help me hatch faster, and with the Ghidrah around I'd certainly like to be out of this shell as quickly as possible."

A moment later, Anguirus appears from the sea, swallowing the carcass of a giant squid. "Hello Gojira, how goes the egg watch?"

"Good for now. The humans were here a moment ago, trying to share their culture with us. They wanted to give me a gift; me, a gift, can you believe that?

Anguirus laughs, "Your loss, but I'm sure Mothra already lectured you."

"Don't you think it would make me seem weak? I cannot allow the humans to think I'm some friendly pet of theirs. Am I the only one who wouldn't accept their aid because of this?" Godzilla questions.

"Yeah pretty much." Anguirus replies with a smirk.

"Hm, very well." Gojira replies as he lays his head on the sand and shuts his eyes.

Anguirus steps further back on the beach, toward to opposite end of the island where he has made himself a small nest of sorts, and nods off to sleep as well, the evening sun just beginning to dip below the horizon.

December 25th, 2017

Late that night Godzilla awakens to the sound of what can only be described as a tortured and dying dog. He opens his eyes and stands up straight, immediately taking a defensive position. Stepping out of the ocean before him he sees one of the most bizarre monsters he had ever laid eyes upon, and something he certainly did not recognize from the ancient days when many MUTOs and Kaiju roamed the planet.

The creature is covered in bright green scales, it's face vaguely feline in appearance with a pale brownish hair on the top of its head and a few short horns in the center. It stands up and stares at Godzilla but makes no immediate move towards him.

Godzilla tilts his head in confusion, then speaks, "Uhh, hello. Who the hell are you?"

The monster squints at Godzilla, "GABARA!" It yells.