Inspired loosely by Godzilla: Black Mass, but mostly inspired by another story I forgot the name of :p
(Art belongs to Metal Neck, as does Godzilla: Black Mass, which you should read instead of this story, honestly :P)
Edit: Found out the second sto...
A sea of fire and smoke choked the sky as far as the eye could see, making an eclipse of what was once a sunny place. In this smoke, a massive creature stood, looking over it all. There was no pride in his work. No joy, but almost satisfaction. He'd come here for food, and all he found were inedible hunks of junk that spoke with thunder and spat fire at him. In retaliation, and by a burning in his chest, he'd spat back.
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It was lonely. He remembered how he swam in the Great Lakes with his family, now, they were gone. Everything; life was gone from here it seemed. In Reed's scope of the ruins, his ears faintly heard what sounded like a landslide beneath him, and a swell of water from the ocean behind him approached. He looked down at his feet, unsure what was making that noise before the ground collapsed beneath him and enveloped him. A surprised screech escaped the hybrid as he fell, hitting his bottom jaw in his fall. The swell of water soon burst and jumping out of the sea onto the land was a spry woman who seemed familiar; uncanny of someone before, only both older and younger. Crawling out of a hole made by herself, Anguira grumbled to herself while dusting her baggy clothes and hair which started to become grey. "Alright, Jr, he should be buried long enough for the humans to do something," Anguira said, her voice becoming hag, and her body hunched. Bags under her eyes were noticeable on the once energetic kaiju, as was a coldness in her stare. Her once flexible and spiked tail was half the length, and the spikes were dulled down. The turtle shell she wore on her back also seemed to impede her more than usual, with multiple cracks on it. Jr gave a nod, but her eyes watched the hole Reed was in, still sensing he was very much alive. How fresh in her mind it had been when the day had happened.
It happened over a few months; Reed acted strangely, or stranger than he usually was. Any attempts to talk to him, and he'd often grunt or hiss. He also spent long baths in Mothra's grotto, so much so that he would often sneak off to do so. After a month, they noticed Reed was hunched over, his flesh sagging a bit, and he strained to breathe. Multiple silts, warts, and pours appear, leaking some ooze once popped. When Rozan first saw him, she could've sworn he had an eye growing out of his shoulder. Once again he was put in the grotto, however, they noticed something growing on the walls. If it wasn't for its red coloration they would've mistaken it for mold initially. Clover would often visit Reed while he "healed", regardless of how horrid the grotto began to smell, and aggressive Reed got. One time, Jr had snuck out to check on Reed, but he'd become disfigured. His gut was bloated, his eyes were completely black. Reed's lips had rotted off, with multiple of his teeth scattered around the grotto; which now had a thick layer of red flesh that looked like nothing more but ground beef mixed with eyes, teeth, and dorsal plates. Reed was balding too, with only a few scraggly strands on him. His face was also extending out, and now he was nothing but sores. When he noticed her, he roared at her, and she immediately ran back to bed in fear.