When the sun shines no more (Ghidorah x Ocs)

10 years later...

     10 years.....

     'It's been 10 long, sad years since the defeat of Godzilla, our last and final hope to defeat Ghidorah, a three-headed golden hydra that forced us underground. The same hydra that is now alpha and rules over the other kaiju. He was the one that separated, me, my siblings, and my cousin from the rest of our family. So many people are dead because of him, our numbers have shrunken and what once was 10,000 people living underground is now 50. I still can't believe that we live like rabbits, underground in burrow-like homes. The walls are 7 feet tall and the home is as big as two average living rooms. It might not seem so bad but with four other people, it's pretty cramped. I -'

     "IKER!!!"

     Iker practically jumped out of his skin as he heard a sudden yell. The 13-year-old looked behind him to see his older sister. She was a bit taller than him but he was stronger than her and more agile. 

     Xiola chuckled at her brother's reaction "Hey, just wanna let you know that you're potato is going to be eaten by Alex if you don't hurry" she advised him.

     The youngest of the four immediately dropped his journal and pencil in his rush to make it to the plate before his brother did. 

     " ALEX! DON'T YOU DARE TAKE MY POTATO!!!! " Iker barked as he saw his brother advance his movements.

      With a dive, Iker managed to snatch the potato out of Alex's reach and he bit into the warm starch. He let out a soft moan at how soft and warm the food was and it reminded him of how his mother used to make mashed potatoes. Another thing that had changed was the amount of food they were allowed to eat. They were only allowed to eat twice a day and small proportions of food now, even though there were only 50 of them, some still being babies and breastfeeding. No one was fat and everyone was either slim or anorexic. Luckily not a lot of people were anorexic because their last doctor had died the previous year. Iker slowly ate his potato, savoring the taste in his mouth before swallowing. As he was about to swallow his last bite, a hand swiftly came down onto his neck, making him choke a little. A few minutes later, the redhead had finished spitting out the chunk of food to prevent choking further. He looked behind him, slightly irritated at whoever caused this. But his irritation subsided seeing that it was his older 18-year-old cousin, Ajar. The 6-foot tall young man wasn't just the tallest or the oldest, he was the one who took care of Iker, Alex, and Xiola when they were young and scared of being separated. Alex could never stay annoyed at him for long because he would always apologize and try to make it up to his youngest cousin.

     "Sorry about that Burn, you ok?" Ajar questioned, calling Iker by the nickname he gave him. 

     He honestly didn't understand why the older man called him that but whenever he asked Xiola or Alex, both would say that it was because he tended to be around when something was burned when they were younger. Though Ajar said it was because his spirit burned with a flame that couldn't be put out.

     "Yes I'm fine, thanks for asking, you did kinda surprise me though, I thought you were still asleep" the youngest teen admits as he let out a sheepish chuckle.

      "I had woken up earlier due to my bladder almost exploding," Ajar told him as he helped Iker up.

      Speaking of the bathroom, do you think that they had actual bathrooms? Of course not! They had a bucket that they had to empty and clean every night, taking turns. Tonight was going to be the first time Iker will be ridding the bucket of its filth and clean it, meaning that he would be able to leave the burrow. He had never left, not even once and he was slightly scared because he would have to do it all alone at night when the titans were asleep or at least that's what everyone assumed. After all, there weren't earthquakes during the night.

     "Hey, it's your turn to clean out the bucket tonight right?" Ajar questioned, remembering.

      Iker nodded "Yea, my first time outside the burrow" he felt sweat roll down his neck as he thought about it.

      "Attention all units, the kaiju are asleep, I repeat, all kaiju are asleep, it is now safe to leave your residence" the radio above them announced.

     "That's your cue" Ajar smiled before handing Iker a sponge, lamp, and of course the most important thing, the bucket, the foul wretched smelling full of poop bucket.

     The putrid stench of fecal matter entered Iker's nostrils and he had to will himself not to vomit and add to the smell. Out of the corner of his left eye he caught his brother smirking which made him roll his eyes. If he had written a tally of things he hated (Which he had done already), one of the items on it would be when his brother smirked. Because it never meant any good and ordinarily he was the gudgeon of his brother's plans. Alex walked by him, keeping his smirk on his face as he went to his sleeping bag. Iker would've warmly tally all the things he hated about his brother but he knew that he shouldn't waste any more time. With a heavy sigh and a hint of distress, the young teen left their abode and started to tread down the channel, holding the lamp which provided a meager amount of light, which burnished just enough so that he could see where the path made a turn. As much as he wished that other people lived closer or that there weren't so many vacant burrows, he knew that it would be like this as long as Ghidorah was in charge. While taking a right turn, a memory of him when he was younger crossed his mind. It was when he had just turned three and he had woken up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. The small child immediately had searched for his parent's room in the big house with tall dark hallways. Feeling despair, alone, and trapped, he let a high-pitched wail, awakening all the other residents that were once asleep. The sound of miffed groaning from the other children and abashed questions from the adult filled his ears. Footsteps came towards the 3-year-old and he would've had run back to his room if it weren't for his feet feeling like they were hot glued to the floor. Iker was about to make a break for it but he soon recognized the figure as his mother.

     She bent down to his level "Dear, what's wrong?" questioned the older woman. 

     Her son nestled his mother and it brought a smile to the woman's features.

     "You want to sleep with me and your father don't you?" she assumed as she picked up her son and proceeded to shuffle back into her room that she shared with her husband.

     Iker smiled a bit at the memory while he approached the stream of water that was underground. The stream was very slender yet boisterous somehow. The teen would always speculate where the water came from and how it always remained so crude. He bent down and took a deep breath while putting the bucket in the water. The brown clumps of fecal matter flowed out the bucket and down south. Iker repeated this motion for an hour before starting to scrub the inside with the sponge. As his hands went to work, the sound of low static filled his ears. It made him go pale as he decided to go faster and hurry back. Once finished with the task, his feet raced back to his home. Whatever made the static scared him but also made him curious. Though right now at the moment, his fear outweighed his curiosity. Iker was heaving by the time he made it back home, not that anyone noticed because they were asleep. After putting the sponge and bucket back in its place, Iker sat down on his sleeping bag and was going to doze off when a roar was heard from above.

     "They're awake"