Author: Alex Williams | Banner: Andrew Sudomerski
It was a bright and sunny afternoon in the lush countryside of Japan just a few miles away from the local elementary school. Eight kids drove across the gravely roads in their tiny electric cars towards a cabin belonging to one of their uncles. It was a drive filled with laughter and joy as they were excited to explore the cabin.
They soon pulled up as they all huddled together, observing the quaint cabin before them. It was rugged, horrifying to most, but to many it was iconic. Almost as if this was the perfect setting for anyone to film a low-budget horror movie or hide from the JSDF for a long time.
“Mozzarella!” Sanko, also known by his nickname of Gabara, called out, not going five seconds without being a massive asshole towards anyone. Minilla nervously turned around to look at the bully’s glaring eyes. “Your uncle’s cabin is total shit! How are we gonna enjoy our lunchables in this pigsty?”
“I… well…. It’s not all bad. My cousin, Godzooky, makes sure the place is cleansed of germs. Just sometimes… times are rough, you know? Especially when you’re called on to help a bargain bin Scooby gang and fight a rogue’s gallery with only one memorable monster,” Minilla rambled on, putting his hands together while his feet went up and down, trying to justify the status of the cabin. He didn’t want to admit it, but he knew Gabara was right. This place was a total piece of shit, you know?
Ichiro, who had his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, Sachiko, walked between the two, disrupting it before any conflict could go any further. “Sanko, knock it off! Minilla tried his best.”
“Yeah…… Stanko! I tried my best!” added Minilla, still stumbling between words only to find Gabara shooting daggers from his eyes. The baby Godzilla immediately covered his eyes in fear only for Ichiro to place himself in front of Minilla, shielding him from any further criticism.
“Ichiro, since you kicked my ass in the trainyard a few days ago, I respect you a lot more, but I will not respect the gray Barney over there,” Gabara pointed out, watching Minilla trying to hug the biggest and chubbiest kid of the group, Toshiya, but he immediately pushed him away. “I mean, heck, Nobuto!”
The kid in a yellow hat, a purple shirt and regular jeans turned his attention towards his leader and friend while lifting an ice chest full of Capri Suns out of the car.
“Settle a bet for us. Would you live in this cabin?” inquired Gabara.
“No,” Nobuto simply answered, before dragging the chest into the cabin as the bully smirked.
“See?”
“He still went in. I don’t think you can take anything he says seriously,” countered Ichiro.
Sachiko jumped near the two, attempting to follow her boyfriend’s lead by defusing the situation before them. “Tell you what, boys? How about I, Nobuto and maybe some other redshirt… I mean, friends of ours fix it up while you scope out the playground. See if it’s up to our standards.”
Ichiro and Gabara glanced back at each other before turning back to Sachiko. “Deal.”
“Oh! Can I come to? I’d love to see what’s out there!” Minilla jumped in, pleading to go on the adventure with his treasured friend, Ichiro.
“Of course! You’re always welcome!” Ichiro enthusiastically announced.
Gabara only rolled his eyes, feeling pure disgust towards the rubbery creature joining in on their adventure. “Fine! If Ichiro’s boyfriend gets to come along, then I want mine…. I mean, best friend Toshiya to join.”
Ichiro and Sachiko simply shrugged as the four kids went down the old dusty trail towards the playground in the distance.
They arrived at the beige and burgundy colored playground set, adorned with swings, slides and jungle gyms. The group of kids scanned the entirety of the area, not knowing what to do first, until they saw the magnificent tunnel slide, curling around.
The four huddled up as Ichiro asked, “Clog the toilet?”
“Clog the toilet!” the others shouted in unison.
They bolted up the stairs and one by one, they went down the slide halfway, holding each other’s weight with their backs. The group sat there for a few minutes until Minilla asked, “So, what’s so special about this game?”
Ichiro, Gabara and Toshiya all looked at each other, trying to ponder Minilla’s question. They couldn’t understand what made this particular activity exciting or even interesting. “I…. that’s a good point,” responded Ichiro, putting his hand on his chin.
“I kinda have to agree,” Toshiya added. “I have no idea what makes this so appealing.
“This is lame! Huddling together sucks!” Gabara hollered out, kicking Minilla’s back.
“Ow! That hurts!” Minilla cried out, trying to rub his back, but couldn’t reach due to his stubby arms getting constricted in the narrow slide.
“I don’t care! Get out!” countered Gabara, continuing to kick the baby kaiju’s back.
“Gabara, cut it out!” Ichiro hollered from the front.
“Uh, Sanko, maybe you should stop, it’s starting to hurt us all,” added Toshiya, feeling the vibrations of his friend’s kick.
“Get out!” Gabara screamed out, unleashing another kick into Minilla’s back, unleashing a cry of agony, forcing him to push further into the group. Ichiro and Toshiya could no longer hold themselves up as the pushing weight of their friends forced them to slide down from the tunnel and into the bark below.
“Say it, don’t spray it,” Ichiro nearly spat as he got up to his feet, brushing the bark off his clothes, glaring at his old bully.
“Not my fault you guys wanted to play that boring game!” Sanko countered, folding his arms together.
“You literally agreed to play it with us three minutes ago!” Ichiro spat back.
“It is true, you did agree to play it,” added Toshiya.
“Shut the hell up!” Gabara cried out, looking down at the struggling Minilla. “And besides, he ruined it!”
“What…. What? What did I do?” stammered Minilla, backing away slowly.
“Exist,” answered Gabara.
“Woah! That was uncalled for!” Toshiya countered, placing himself between the two while he raised his hands out in front of his friend.
“So us bullying Ichiro the past year was okay, but you draw the line at this?” huffed Gabara, not only feeling angry at his friend’s behavior but completely baffled by his completely one-eighty attitude when it came to the gray Barney.
“Seeing Ichiro kick your ass in the train yard puts a lot of things in perspective…” Toshiya trailed off.
“It’s because you love Kamen Rider,” Gabara deduced.
“It’s because I love Kamen Rider,” exclaimed Toshiya, smiling brightly at the thought of being back home and watching the latest episode of Kamen Rider.
“You think I’m Kamen Rider?” Ichiro asked, forcing the bigger kid to turn around to face him, but all Toshiya saw was a tiny Kamen Rider with the red scarf draped not only around his neck, but on his entire body, accompanied with blue short shorts. The illusion then spoke out, “Don’t you?”
“Yeah….. What’s the adventure today, Rider?” murmured the Tokusatsu fanboy, smiling brightly at spending yet another day at the quarry.
“If I don’t need to kick Gabara’s ass again, then play on the playground,” answered Ichiro, glaring at the still fuming Sanko.
“Pfft! And play with the ugliest thing here? No!” Sanko hollered out, scanning his eyes around the entire area until he saw a red and white creature hopping around the field. “Like, that thing!”
The others turned around to see what Sanko was pointing at and what they saw truly horrified them. Its bony white legs propelled itself constantly as it continued jumping around the area while its red flaky body moved, as if it were like waves of an ocean. Similar to its torso, its long bony hands waved around, almost dragging to the floor while its big black eyes never blinked, like a doll’s eyes.
“That thing is far less ugly than Milkshake here, and it’s still fugly!” Sanko declared, looking back at Minilla.
“Hey! That’s uncalled for! I’m not ugly like… like that weirdo over there!” Minilla hollered out as he pointed to the creature as it then stopped. The red, unholy abomination stared at them as it licked its lips with one goal in mind.
Hunger.
The creature immediately let out a cry, one more horrifying and even more annoying than ever as the four put their hands over their ears.
“At least it’s more annoying than you, Manilla!” Sanko pointed out, nearly collapsing to his knees.
The monstrosity hopped at an increasing rate, bouncing its long arms up and down as it then lunged forward at Minilla. It let out a series of cries, whacking Minilla with its bony arms, forcing Minilla to shield himself by launching his hands forward, holding the rivaling creature back.
“Ah! Ah! Help, you guys! It’s trying to eat me!” Minilla screamed out, desperately holding the fowl creature back as the red monster tried to take a bite out of the chubby baby.
“Kamen Rider, do something!” Toshiya cried out.
“I’m not…. Ugh, whatever,” Ichiro sighed as he ran out and kicked the hideous monster off his best friend. He wasted no time as he helped Minilla up to his feet.
“Thanks a bundle, Ichiro. I thought I’d be a goner,” Minilla breathed out, placing his hands on his knees, collecting himself while the all too familiar noise started up once more.
The red creature hopped up to his feet and bounced towards them, beckoning for them to join it.
“Oh hell no!” Gabara yelled out, immediately running away towards the rundown cabin, pushing Toshiya down to the ground.
Minilla and Ichiro looked at each other briefly before following Gabara’s lead: running away and crying. As Toshiya got back to his feet, the two best friends pushed back the bigger kid, knocking him down once more as he struggled to get up.
“Guys! Wait!” Toshiya cried out as the devil pounced on the child, sinking its teeth into his shoulders, eliciting a bloody scream. He cried out as blood erupted from the bite mark like lava from a volcano.
“Help!” he cried out once more as the red monstrosity sank his bony claws into the kid’s stomach, ripping out his intestines and funneling them into his mouth. He savored every bite as the taste of human flesh was a delicacy to his kind.
“Kamen Rider, help me…” the kid tried to scream out, but halfway through his sentence, the entire molecular structure of his body morphed into something more horrifying than you or I can ever imagine.
His arms turned into a ghostly white as they stretched out while his entire body save for his limbs turned into a bright red. Toshiya’s body shrunk as his skin turned flaky and lastly, his eyes grew a lot bigger than before.
He then launched upwards, knocking the creature on its back as he immediately bounced repeatedly, making those ungodly noises. The two creatures then looked each other in the eye, communicating in a more complicated language than English as they then turned towards the cabin.
The two creatures bounced forward, knowing full well there was more for them to consume off in the distance.
Meanwhile, about fifty feet away, the three kids ran away, screaming in absolute horror. The cabin was almost in sight as they then could bolt in and breathe a sigh of relief. However, luck was not on their side.
They reached the top of the hill, only to find several of the horrible red creatures hopping towards the cabin. Sachiko let out a horrified scream while Toru whacked the charging abomination with a rubber bat. The resulting hit caused it to blink out of confusion before hopping further towards the child.
“Nobuto!” Hiroyuki screamed out, dragging a huge ice chest as stains of ketchup ran down his yellow shirt. “Help me drag this in so the uglies don’t hog up our snacks!”
“No,” Nobuto spoke out, standing completely still at the doorway, watching the chaos unfold before him. His friends were on death’s door, but through his eyes, he just saw it as a scene out of a movie. One he may or may not have enjoyed as his expression remained the same.
“Nobuto!” the struggling kid cried out as he lost his grip on the ice chest and tumbled over.
“Bwak!!” the creature called out as it hopped onto the kid’s back, sinking its disgusting teeth into his shoulder.
Hiroyuki screamed out, with blood gushing from his mouth, clenching his hands into the ground, pulling the grass out in a feeble attempt to keep his mind off the pain.
“Oh my god!” Gabara yelled out in absolute horror.
“Yeah, we need to help them!” Ichiro replied, watching in complete horror as more and more of the foul creatures swarmed the premises of the cabin.
“Help them?” Gabara asked, perking his eyebrows up. “I don’t want those hideous freaks touching my electric car!”
Ichiro and Minilla glanced at each other in disbelief.
“Really? I mean, really?” Minilla asked.
“Yeah, Murphy. Some of us have two parents who have full time jobs and can buy their children nice things, and….” Gabara attempted to humansplain to the chubby kaiju only for Ichiro to nudge him.
“They’re touching your car,” Ichiro pointed out, forcing Gabara to jerk his head over to the chaos below them.
What he saw infuriated him.
Three of the vile creatures performing bodywork on the car! One was washing it with water and soap, another then followed it up with wax while the third was changing the tires!
Gabara’s entire body turned beat red as he bundled his hands into fists and bolted down the hill. “Get the hell away from my car, you red bastards!”
“Herugh?” one of the working class creatures murmured in curiosity, turning around only to find the child’s fist colliding into its face. The resulting punch sent the creature crashing into the passenger door of the car, denting it.
“You’re gonna pay for that!” Gabara shrieked out, grabbing a nearby shovel and shoving it directly through the creature’s neck. The red abomination gurgled out as white fluid bubbled out of its mouth just before Gabara removed its head from the rest of its body.
“Jesus Christ,” Minilla stuttered in disbelief, watching the bully raging against the working creatures.
“I….. I can’t just justify this,” Ichiro explained, rubbing his head at how a child could snap. He then heard the screams of his friends and looked back at Minilla. “Come on. We need to barricade the cabin.”
“Right.”
The two lifelong friends ran down the hill as they saw Gabara dispatching the last creature working on his car. Gabara stabbed it with his shovel and into the wall of the structure, as he breathed out in satisfaction.
“That’ll teach you to work on my car,” Gabara proclaimed.
“Dude, I think they actually made your car look nice,” Toru pointed out.
Gabara snatched the rubber bat from Toru and bonked him on the head.
Ichiro and Minilla ran past the surrounding ghouls and helped Sachiko pick up the wounded Hiroyuki. They moved him to the doorway only to find Nobuto still standing there, unfazed by any of the events that just transpired.
“Nobuto, move!” Ichiro hollered out.
“No.”
Having no interest in arguing with a brick wall, Ichiro made up the very first excuse that came up in his mind. “Showa Gamera is getting added!”
Nobuto’s eyes widened! He let go of the door frame and bolted further into the living room of the cabin. The kid plopped himself on the couch, with a laptop firmly placed on top of him, typing away at a ten thousand word match.
The group piled into the cabin and slammed the door shut as the ghouls shrieked, banging their boney hands against the wooden structure. The kids scanned the entirety of the cabin to find what they can use to barricade themselves from the oncoming horde.
Ichiro and Minilla immediately dropped Hiroyuki, causing him to scream out in anguish as ichor still poured out of his wounds. They all scattered, grabbing every viable object they could find to keep themselves. Within minutes, they were in a decent state where they could breath.
The finest barricades constructed from duct tape, tinker toys, bubblegum, and space titanium.
Nothing will get through those doors!
“Um, guys…..” Toro stammered out, gaining everyone’s attention. “These barricades aren’t gonna hold for long.”
As if on cue, the tape began peeling off while a gopher burrowed through the wooden floorboards. The cute and cuddy little critter waltzed over to a piece of gum and picked it off a group of tinker toys, causing them to crash into the floor. The gopher then stuck the piece of gum in his mouth and chewed on it, smiling delightfully at the kids before going back in his hidey hole.
“Right….” Ichiro murmured, putting his hand on his chin, trying to concoct a solution to their problems. Immediately he slammed his right hand into the palm of his left.”Let’s split up, gang!”
“No,” Nobuto moaned out, still sitting firmly on the couch, writing away at his match that’ll never, ever, EVER get posted.
“This is non negotiable, everyone fan out,” commanded Ichiro, raising his voice slightly.
Gabara went to speak only for Ichiro to cut him off. “Complain and so help me God’s Godzilla, I will let all of us get devoured by those disgusting creatures!”
The bully simply huffed before wandering over to a nearby closet. He yanked the door open and from the rumbling, all of its contents spilled over. “Oh, look! Here’s what I found here. Guns!” Gabara called out, pulling out two silver Maser rifles, holding proudly towards the ceiling.
“I’ve done my part!” declared Gabara, setting the rifles down on the coffee table while he plopped himself on a chair. “Now, to catch up on some Zs.”
“But… but what about Hiroyuki? Sachiko asked, glancing over to the still crying boy while he kept on screaming in agony.
“I know!” Gabara ripped a ball of gum from a nearby wall, causing more of the tinker toys to collapse. He then approached his wounded friend and shoved it in his mouth, quelling the boy’s screams. Without any further words spoken, Gabara went back to his comfy chair and drifted off to sleep.
“Oh my god….” everyone except Nobuto muttered out in unison, before splitting off into groups.
In Godzooky’s room, Sachiko and Toru found nothing but models of Trains, Planes and Automobiles, and posters of himself smiling. However, they found something that was perfect for their situation. Something every child not only loved, but felt immediately superior to everyone the moment they had it in their possession.
A Shrek TV!
The two hauled it into the living room as they saw Nobuto staring at them. Sachiko and Toru sat the TV down on a crimson stand as the former turned to the motionless friend. “Nobuto, did you find anything?”
“No.”
Sachiko exhaled out in annoyance, irritated beyond belief at how a person can go their entire life by only saying one thing. She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can you say anything but no?”
Nobuto rolled his eyes, knowing full well none of them would stop pestering him about his vocabulary, but to at least get them off his back about his contribution.
“I didn’t find shit.”
“Oh…. well….” Sachiko paused, taken back by the amazing ability her friend can say more than one word. She felt bad for pushing him, but on the other hand, she was glad he contributed, or at least wanted to believe he did. “Well, thank you for your effort. You want to help set up the TV?”
“No.”
“Of course you don’t,” sighed Sachiko, grabbing the wires from the TV and connecting them to the outlets.
Meanwhile, Minilla and Ichiro sl0wly walked down the creaky stairs leading towards the basement. The space below was not only creepy, but kooky too. Its dull, gray brick walls contrasted with the near darkness it presented, scaring everyone with whatever mysterious and spooky creatures and objects lurked below. All together a very, very ooky place.
“Ichiro, why do I have to go down to the cellar?” Minilla stammered out, nervously eyeing everything they passed. Most of it turned out to be harmless, but still rather horrifying to look at.
Copies of Yamato Takeru hung all around the walls as they saw various body parts belonging to Minilla’s uncle’s rogue gallery in jars. The two kids grew disgusted looks and glanced at each other.
“I… uh…. this is Godzooky’s work,” Minilla answered, peering away from the jars of severed body parts before moving on to the next room.
“And to answer your question. We’re the only ones who are brave enough to venture down here,” Ichiro answered, opening up a door leading to the final room of the basement.
“I wouldn’t call myself brave just…..” Minilla frozen, his eyes widening in shock at seeing the display before him. “Oh my God’s Godzilla!”
On the bench lay Gigan’s severed chainsaw arm in near perfect condition, with only the bottom portion cut out. It was as if it was waiting to be fitted onto the right person. Then, next to it, was the Garuda.
“Woah!” Ichiro vocalized with pure excitement, grabbing a hold of the Garuda, fumbling it with his hands. “How did your uncle acquire these, much less get them to our size!”
“I… uh….” Minilla stuttered before looking down on the table to find a note alongside a small round object with a red gem in the middle. “Huh. Must be from my uncle.”
Dear Debt Collectors,
I assume you’re the ones who will find this letter. First off, piss off. I didn’t do anything wrong. Godzooky was to blame for all of this.
Second, times were getting tough so I stole those weird throwing thingies from one of the few real superheroes, Ant-Man, and used it on what you see here. Long story short, Gigan was understandably upset when I shrunk his arm down, but he has access to Xilien healthcare. I got Calico. That stuff sucks!
Oh, and G-Force is really starting to push their anti-Godzilla agenda now. Probably because I… I mean, Godzooky stole their stupid little ship to use as a backpack.
Had to leave in a hurry to catch the matinee of Mannequin Two: On the Move. Be back soon, so if you find them, use them to whatever desire you have. Plus, that’ll help me avoid getting into more trouble.
PS: Don’t eat the Cheez-Its. They’re mine.
“Welp, your uncle did say it was okay, so let’s head up,” Ichiro pointed out, setting the note back on the table while he strapped the Garuda on his back.
Minilla nodded, taking a hold of the chainsaw. “We should.”
The two traversed up the stairs, finding the rest of their friends situated in the living room as they gathered all the supplies they could find. Ichiro breathed out from the heaviness of the machine strapped to his chest as he then set it down on the ground.
“Oh cool! A Shrek TV!” Ichiro exclaimed happily, plopping himself down on the chair in front of it. Despite his happiness, he couldn’t let his guard go down so easily as he rested one of the Maser guns on his lap.
All the while Gabara stirred himself away, and like the reaction of his friends, his eyes widened with excitement. “Oh yeah! Shrek TV! Let’s watch cartoons!”
“In a minute,” Sachiko replied, powering on the TV. “We have to see what’s on the news.”
“Ugh! The news? That’s boring! Give me cartoons!” complained Gabara while Sachiko changed the channel to the local news channel, as everyone then inched closer to the monitor, wanting to know exactly what kind of situation they were in.
“As ugly as these creatures are, are not the results of mass hysteria,” a news reporter relayed from inside the station.
“Mass hysteria? What do they think, that we’re imagining all of this?” Gabara called out, throwing hand out in disbelief.
“Shut up!” Ichiro hollered out, turning the volume up on the Shrek TV.
“Yeah, shut up, Stanko!” Minilla added, stumbling between his words.
“Shut it, Milkyway!” Gabara shrieked out, taking one step forward, getting ready to hit Minilla as the baby kaiju backed up in fear. The bully smirked before turning back to Ichiro with a command. “Change it to cartoons!”
“I said shut up!” Ichiro roared out, pulling the trigger on the Maser rifle as a beam shot out and vaporized a Monster X toy on a nearby shelf.
“BWAH!!!!!!!” Minilla screamed out, tears in his eyes as he ran over to the vaporized remains of the toy. He cradled the pile of ash in his hands. “My cousin’s MonsterArts!”
“The wave of murder which is sweeping through the entirety of the world is being committed by the creatures known as Pigmon, who annoy their victims before feasting on them,” the reporter relayed as he was putting his hand on his headset as if he were receiving news.
“I didn’t need the news to tell me that!” Gabara complained once more as Sachiko and Toru rolled their eyes at his bitchiness.
Ichiro turned to Nobuto, who kept his focus on the tv and asked, “You think you can get him to shut up?”
“No.”
Ichiro sighed as he rubbed his head. “Of course you can’t.”
“This is the latest disclosure in a report from Toho Studios. It has been established that persons who have recently died have been returning to life and committing cringe. A widespread report from dumpster divers, stoners, Florida men, and gophers have concluded that anyone who has made contact from the Pigmons such as bites or bodily fluids have been converted to their ranks. So, please bar up your windows and doors, because….” the reporter monologued, but was interrupted by the shattering of glass, startling everyone in the station.
The crew turned to see a “macho” man geared up in a long black trench coat with a black tank top underneath and cargo pants. All the while he rested his sword above his shoulder and gave the crew a smirk with his mustache dancing ever so slightly. Yes, the definition of a “macho” man and totally not someone who is just compensating.
“It seems Douglas Gordon is here…. For some reason,” the reporter announced, completely perplexed by his sudden arrival as he grabbed the papers to continue his report.
“Yes, and I’m here to inform everyone that this Pigmon nonsense is made up by those libtards who want to deflect from the economy going to shit, along with giving people rights!” Gordon declared as he put his weeb sword in his two hands, with a declaration in mind. “I’m going to stop them before they go too far!”
“Rah! Rah! Rah!” an unholy noise called out, startling the entire news station as Gordon slowly turned around.
“What the hell….” the Gotengo commander uttered out loud only to find himself getting pounced by an invading Pigmon. The creature shoved its hands into Gordon’s stomach, ripping out his liver and shredding it with its teeth. It then went in for more of his insides as its saliva dripped into his body as Gordon coughed up.
“Choke on them! Choke on them!”
His cries didn’t last long as his whole body shrunk down and he hopped up to his feet. The katana being held in the new Pigmon’s bony hands while the mustache was still above his lip. The two Pigmons looked at each other as they turned around to the terrified news crew. They licked their lips and cried out, hopping towards them while the second Pigmon waved the sword around.
The TV went static as nothing could be done to save those brave newsmen and women. Everyone gasped in horror at what they saw over the TV, but Gabara simply yawned.
“This sucks. I’m going into the kitchen to grab Cheez-Its!”
The bully waltzed into the kitchen as Sachiko surfed through the channels, but was only met with more static.
“Ah shucks!” Minilla called out, swinging his hand forward in disappointment.
“Any ideas on what we could do?” Sachiko inquired, turning her head away from the TV.
“I found Boggle!” Toru announced, pulling out the game from a nearby shelf.
“Ooh!” Ichiro gleefully hollered out, jumping from the chair.
“That sounds like fun!” Sachiko joined.
“Count me in!” Minilla added, sitting down at the nearby table.
“No,” Nobuto simply declined.
“We… we didn’t even ask,” Sachiko stammered out.
“No,” the kid replied, going back to the couch with his laptop.
The participating kids gathered at the table as Toru set the game down, organizing it. Several rounds passed with words being spelt out like Zetton, Zarab, Mefilas, Baltan, Marie, Peguila, Goldburn, and Gappa.
“Okay, okay… um….” Sachiko spoke, trying to think of a word she can find in the current set of the game. “Um….. ooh!”
The girl traced her fingers over the presented letters and spelt it out.
“PIGMON!” Sachiko joyfully called out.
“Rag! Rahrahah!” one of the disgusting red creatures hopped up next to them utterly scaring them. It wasn’t from the outside, but their former friend, Hiroyuki, as the gum Gabara shoved down its throat was now oozing out of its vile mouth.
The Pigmon waved its boney arms at them as they slowly backed away, intending to sink its teeth into their flesh. Minilla then began to shake rapidly as he rubbed his tummy really fast. He was terrified and didn’t know what to do beyond using the coping method of keeping his tummy warm.
The baby Godzilla opened his maw and let out a smoke ring, sending it careening towards the Pigmon’s face. The red abomination blinked as it stopped in its tracks, before spinning circles as it then crashed down the floor.
The group slowly approached the corpse of the Pigmon, unsure how to exactly process the turn of events as they then heard a crunching noise. Ichiro and Toru jumped back as the four of them looked up to see Gabara emerging from the doorway with a box of Cheez-Its in hand.
“Sorry it took so long, but Meatball’s uncle really hid the Cheez-Its,” explained Gabara, walking into the living room only to notice the dead body of the Pigmon in the center of the room. “So, uh, what happened here?”
Sachiko slowly walked over to the body, kneeling down next to it as Minilla followed. She looked up to her friend. “Did you see his eyes?”
Minilla jerked his head in confusion. “Gosh darnit! What are you talking about his eyes for? He became ugly!”
“I’m scared,” she nearly sobbed as Ichiro knelt down beside her, holding her tight while Minilla moved his hand forward for some dumb reason.
Unbeknownst to them somehow, the Pigmon’s hand slowly twitched. Before any of them could properly react, the creature shot up and shoved its claws into Sachiko’s heel, blood oozing out of it. She let out a blood curl scream as Ichiro attempted to pull her back, but the Pigmon was faster. It then sunk its teeth into her left arm, ripping out a chunk of her skin.
The Pigmon then laughed at the children’s misery while Minilla grabbed a hold of it, but the ugly creature didn’t relent. It backhanded the couple, sending crashing into a wall as it grabbed Minilla by the face and threw him into a shelf.
The baby Godzilla collapsed on the couch and attempted to find his footing, but the shelf came crashing down on him, pinning him down. However, that wasn’t the worst of it as nearly everything on the shelf shattered into pieces.
“My uncle’s MonsterArts!” Minilla cried out in pure horror as he saw the ruined pieces of the expensive toys littered all over the room.
Pigmon stared at the down chubby baby and licked its lips. It then hopped over to him, intending to devour the helpless kaiju.
“Ah! Help! Help! Someone help me!” Minilla shrieked out, trying to push the shelf off his meek body, but to no avail.
Gabara, on the other hand, just stood there, devouring his tasty snack. “Yeah! Yeah! Eat that stupid mango!”
Then, in a rare moment of kindness, Sanko’s heart grew one size as he held out the box of Cheez-Its in front of the Pigmon, causing it to stop and turn to the bully. “Here, you can have a handful.”
The Pigmon blinked before swiping its hand on the box, sending it crashing down the ground before continuing its trek towards the helpless kaiju.
Gabara tightened his hands while his breathing became more rapid. “Oh hell no!”
The bully grabbed one of the Maser guns and shot off a couple of rounds into the backside of the Pigmon, forcing it to turn around and face him. It growled in pure anger as it decided to devour his soul first. Gabara was faster as he continued to fire several more rounds as bolts of electricity struck him, causing the creature to cry out as it came closer to the cellar.
Gabara then flipped the gun around and slammed the butt of the gun into the disgusting creature’s face, causing its right eye to explode into a pulpy mess. The Pigmon cried out as it fell into the cellar, but it got up quickly, racing up the stairs. Ichiro then bolted over across the room and slammed the cellar door on Pigmon, but its fingers were caught. This didn’t deter the children, though, as they repeatedly jumped on the door, completely severing them.
Without any words being spoken aside from the occasional “No” from Nobuto; Ichiro and Sanko locked up the cellar, trapping their former friend. The remaining members of the group all took a collective pause to breathe as Toru then cleared the shelf off Minilla while Ichiro tended to his wounded girlfriend.
Gabara knelt down beside his box of Cheez-Its and its contents reduced to crumbs as a tear shedded from his eye.
Things from here on out would only get worse.
The banging on the cabin from the Pigmon horde only got worse as more and more pieces of the barricades crumbled. Ichiro, having exited the room from putting his girlfriend in the other room to rest her wounds, spoke up. “We’re not going to last here another hour, we really need to get out.”
“I don’t see how,” Toru replied, walking over to the window and looking at the dozens upon dozens of Pigmon staggering around the property, waving their gross hands around. He turned back to the remaining members of their friend group. “We’ll be lucky if we can run past three of them.”
“There has to be a way we can make this work,” Ichiro mused, putting his hand up to his chin once more.
“The car!” Minilla spoke up, nearly jumping up from his seat.
“Minilla, that’s right!” Ichiro excitedly exclaimed, high-fiving his best friend. “And we can use the fuel from the Garuda to get us out here!”
“It’s a risky plan, but at this point, I’m willing to try anything,” added Toru, arming himself with one of the Maser rifles.
“Have fun with that,” Gabara sarcastically said, folding his arms, knowing full well their plan would only end in disaster. “It’s not going to work, and besides, are you really going to leave your girlfriend behind?”
Ichiro rolled his eyes. He was really getting tired of his crap and was tempted to put him in his place once more, but now wasn’t the time. Perhaps later. He walked over to his former bully. “That’s why you’ll be staying behind and holding down the fort in case things go awry.”
“Staying back and not having to do anything? Sign me up!” Gabara enthusiastically responded, plopping himself on the couch next to Nobuto.
“After this is over, you want to go to S-Mart to buy some Bruce Campbell’s chicken noodle soup?” inquired Gabara, feeling his tummy rumbling at the thought of enjoying the delicious soup.
“No,” Nobuto spoke out, causing Gabara to frown, but noticed his friend shifting around his pockets. He handed Sanko some yen he had on hand.
“Gee, thanks man.” Gabara glowered bitterly.
“Ichiro…. I’m too scared to go out there,” Minilla fumbled between words, shaking once more.
Ichiro turned to his best friend and smiled, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t worry. We’ll get out of here in no time, and this will be nothing but a bad memory.”
Minilla shook his head. “All right, let’s get this over, then.”
Ichiro grabbed the other Maser gun and opened the door as the Pigmons immediately took notice. They all squawked in unison, hopping towards their prey as three aimed their weapons on the approaching horde. Both Ichiro and Toru aimed their rifles and fired off, blasting holes in several of the Pigmons. A few expired from their wounds while others continued limping towards them.
Minilla rubbed his tummy and fired off a smoke ring, stunning one of them. With their combined firepower, it created an opening, allowing the three of them to run towards the car with the gas tank in their possession. Toru handed his Maser gun to Minilla, allowing him and Ichiro to keep their rifles trained on the distant horde.
Ichiro moved away from the vehicle to get closer to the disgusting creatures to ensure his shots wouldn’t miss. He pulled the trigger several times with the Maser blasts covering the ground with their blood as the corpses fell to the ground. One Pigmon’s head blew up like a watermelon while another was riddled with holes in its stomach. Minilla nervously pulled the trigger as the laser beam sliced through a Pigmon’s leg, forcing it to the earth, earning a cry of agony. Nonetheless, it continued crawling towards them until Minilla pulled the trigger once more, ending the life of the wounded creature.
As he poured the gasoline in the small car, Toru came to epiphany. He pulled the tank back, his eyes widening in pure horror. “Wait, this is a children’s toy.”
The car then spontaneously exploded, forcing Minilla and Ichiro to fall on their stomachs while the blast consumed both vehicles in and Toru in its fiery abyss.
Every Pigmon’s nose opened up greatly, smelling the delicious barbeque in their vicinity. They hopped over faster than ever as several of them grabbed the grilled pieces of the child’s flesh off the car and tore into it with their teeth. They murmured with delight as others had their attention towards the duo.
“Run!!!!” Ichiro cried out, with the two of them jumping up to their feet and racing towards the cabin. The imaginative boy unloaded his rifle into several Pigmons, forcing them to keep their distance as their way to salvation was clear.
He made it with little to no resistance as he stopped at the doorway, but Minilla wasn’t as fortunate. His stubby little legs and his pointy tummy slowed him down, allowing the Pigmons to catch up. The chubby baby fired off several rounds of the Maser gun, buying him a meager amount of time, but it wasn’t enough.
“Rah! Rah! Rah!” a Pigmon cried out before lunging forward and taking a bite out of Minilla’s left hand.
The Prince of the Monsters screamed out in pure agony. “Owie! You meanie!”
Blood gushed out as the Pigmon continued sinking its teeth into his gray flesh while Minilla struggled to get the red abomination off of him. Ichiro’s eyes widened, his stomach turning into knots, seeing yet another person he held dearly harmed by these monstrosities.
He aimed his Maser gun and fired it off, blasting the Pigmon’s head into pieces. The remains splattered all over Minilla’s face, painting his face in red and pink with brain matter. He hated the gruesome sight he had just endured, but was nonetheless thankful for his best friend saving his life. Minilla limped into the cabin as Ichiro slammed the door shut and reinforced it with what little they had left.
The two best friends took a moment to breathe as shit went from ten to a hundred real quick. Ichiro continued to exhale when all of a sudden, he squinted his eyes and cried out, startling Minilla.
“Minya, why are you pinching me so hard?!” the boy cried out, kneeling down to the ground from the agonizing pain.
“I’m not pinching you, Ichiro!” Minilla cried out, terrified at seeing his friend in pain.
“Yes, you are!” Gabara called out, pointing his finger directly at Minilla’s wounded hand. The chubby baby looked down and to his complete horror, saw his left hand was replaced by the boney hand of the Pigmon. “You’re one of them now!”
Gabara picked up a nearby Guiron knife and bolted towards him, pointing the blade directly towards the baby’s stomach. Minilla’s feet bounced up and down in panic, crying out, “I’m not one of them! I’m not one of them!”
His cries were ignored by the bullied as Gabara pressed on, but couldn’t slay the infected kaiju as the Pigmon hand smacked Sanko across the face. The resulting impact sent Gabara careening back into the kitchen where he broke through a cabinet door. The bully attempted to resume the fight, however, a can of lima beans spilled all over him.
His eyes widened with pure disgust!
“Ew! Ew! Ew!” Gabara screamed out, running around in circles, desperately trying to get the repulsive food off his body.
Minilla’s infected hand lifted up his best friend and threw him as the baby kaiju screamed out “Ichiro, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
The evil hand slammed itself into Minilla’s stomach, forcing a cough out as he was sent down on his knees. Minilla looked at his hand pulling back, readying to make another strike.
“No! No! No! Wait!” pleaded Minilla, but his cries fell on deaf ears as the hand struck him across the face, forcing him down on his stomach.
The chubby baby attempted to pick himself up, but was knocked down once more by his hand slamming a piece of a MonsterArts King Ghidorah onto him. The horns of the toy, cutting through on his face, casting scars across it.
Minilla shrieked out only to find himself getting hit in the stomach with a Monsterarts Jet Jaguar, earning yet another cough from the baby. It was then, Minilla’s consciousness faded and he finally went stiff. The hand, on the other hand, was not satisfied. It knew Minilla’s body was different. It couldn’t be infected, not fully.
If he will not join the collective, then his death will have to do.
The boney hand tapped its fingers repeatedly on the wooden floor, trying to concoct a solution, when it then remembered the knife Gabara tried to kill Minilla with. It briefly looked around as if it somehow had eyes, until it saw the blade just a few feet away.
The boney hand pulled the baby across the floor, forcing it to stop with every pull to catch its breath. The hand growled, somehow, annoyed at the amount of weight Minilla had on him. It wasn’t deterred as its stupid host must die.
It inched closer and closer to the blade. Just one more pull and it can be freed!
The hand reached for the blade, but felt something piercing through its very body! Crimson ichor gushed out of its gaping hole as Minilla kept his remaining hand firm on the intact Bandai Battra Larva figure. The horn digging deeper into his infected hand, ushering out more and more cries of agony from it.
“That’s right….” Minilla coughed up, slowly turning the figure in circles, forcing the creature to continue screaming. “Who’s fighting their own battles now?”
Minya’s eyes darted over to the severed chainsaw arm of Gigan and knew what had to be done. Any fears or doubts were no longer present, only one goal was on his mind.
To disarm himself.
Minilla snatched up the chainsaw and revved it up, lowering it down as he screamed to the very heavens. “Who’s fighting their own battles now!?”
The chubby baby then proceeded to howl in laughter while Ichiro stumbled back up to his feet and walked right next to Gabara and Nobuto, who kept their eyes peeled on the display before them. They watched their friend laughing maniacally as he was severing his own hand, with blood continuing to paint his entire body red.
“Damn…..” Gabara voiced out in astonishment. “Didn’t think mayonnaise had it in him.”
“He needed to let that out,” Ichiro replied, turning his eyes away for a moment only to look back at the carnage before them. The blood was now covering half of the cabin as Minilla was still sawing through his infected hand.
“So…. Nobuto…. You want to clean that up?” Gabara asked, attempting to make conversation at the uncomfortable display before them.
“No.”
“Yeah, very reasonable,” Gabara responded politely.
It took several minutes, somehow, for Minilla to sever his hand, but it was over. The hand was still unable to move due to the Battra figure lodged deeply inside of it, allowing Minilla to drop the chainsaw.
Minilla breathed in and out, slowly setting himself up. The hard wooden floors felt like heaven compared to the agony he had to go through several moments ago. The chubby baby glanced up at his friends slowly approaching him.
With his remaining hand, he pointed all around the cabin. “I think we should be in the clear for now.”
Minilla breathed out once more, placing his hand on his knee. “I don’t know about you guys, but I can really go for some cartoons, you know?”
“Finally!” Gabara cheered, throwing his arms up in excitement.
“No.”
“What, why?” complained Gabara, glaring at his friend.
Nobuto pointed over to the Shrek TV, switching away from static and towards another news report.
“Oh come on!” cried Gabara, heading back into the kitchen while the remaining three kids gathered around the TV.
“Saperstein news outlet here, and we’re in the middle of the Pigmon invasion in downtown Tokyo,” the reporter announced as he quickly ducked down from an explosion off into the distance, shaking the entire ground. He held onto his microphone and his glasses, preventing them from making contact with the surface.
“I’m…. I’m here with one of the students of Class 1-A of U.A. High School, Tsuyu Asui, better known as Froppy, who can tell us more about the status of this outbreak,” the reporter relayed, holding the microphone up to the girl.
Froppy hunched over slightly while putting her finger by her lip. “As you can see, we got about thirty percent of the area secured so far with about forty percent of the population converted into the Pigmons.”
“So you’re saying we’re doomed here?” the reporter asked before bringing the microphone back to Tsuyu, who gulped in response.
“We’re mainly focused on evacuating everyone we can even though we lost Grape Juice and Sugar Rush to the Pigmons,” Froppy stammered out before leaning towards the reporter and whispering in his ear. “Between you and me, I’m glad Grape Juice is gone. He was a pervert.”
“Oh…. um… I’ll take that as a good thing, then,” the reporter stuttered out, wiping the sweat off his head, completely unsure how to respond to the heroine’s statement.
“My fellow classmates are doing an amazing job like Uravity floating people to safety and Tsukuyomi devouring the ugly monsters with Dark Shadow… and…” Froppy tried to report but was interrupted by a screaming manchild.
“Die! Pigmon! Die!” Bakugo screamed out at the top of his lungs, blasting through the city, his eyes completely focused on one objective.
Killing Deku!
“Kacchan, wait! I’m not a Pigmon! It’s me, Izuku Midoriya, your old friend!” Deku cried out, swinging through the skyscrapers with Blackwhip as his bully continued giving chase.
“I don’t care! Die!” Bakugo continued screaming, blasting towards his punching bag.
“I…. uh…” the reporter attempted to speak out after witnessing the confusing display that went on past them.
“Ribbit. I wouldn’t worry about it. This happens all the time,” Froppy clarified.
“Right…..” the reporter simply trailed off, losing complete control over the interview, much less how to properly process everything around him.
“But if you were to ask, would the Pro Heroes and the teachers be proud of us? I’d say I think Mr. Aizawa would definitely be proud of us,” Tsuyu declared, grinning at the status of the containment they were conducting while a man fell out of a window, screaming to his death until he splattered on the ground like a splatty tomato. Worse than the splatty percentage of Attack on Titan: End of the World Part 2: Electric Boogaloo.
“I’m not,” Shota Aizawa muttered in complete annoyance over his students’ failure, before swinging off to actually commit a good deed.
“Oh…..” Tsuyu murmured in discontent, hanging her head down.
“On a completely different note. Is it true chemicals are being poured into the water supply and turning all the frogs gay?” the reporter simply asked, bringing the microphone to Froppy once more.
“Ribbit….” Tsuyu sighed, rubbing her hands together softly.
***
“I’m getting sick and tired of this!” Gabara shrieked out, racing out of the kitchen and back to the living room.
Ichiro rolled his eyes while Nobuto kept his eyes glued on the TV as Minilla wrapped bandages around his stump, stopping the bleeding.
“Sanko, what are you crying about now?” inquired Ichiro, despite going against his better judgment as it would only lead to his former bully complaining even more.
“This shitty cabin! My Cheez-Its getting reduced to crumbs! Your inability to get the cars working! Not letting me kill Mustard!” Gabara ranted, going down his list of grievances that went down throughout the night.
“Hey, that’s uncalled for!” Minilla cried out, still tending to his wound, with the insult piercing through his body more than any bodily dismemberment.
“Shut up, Mark!” screamed Gabara, running his hands on several shelves and knocking everything down to the ground. He then repeatedly jumped up and down, throwing a tantrum as he sent his hands flying into the walls, airing out his frustrations.
“And last, but definitely not least….” Gabara growled out, his entire body shaking with pure rage as he shoved his hand down, pointing at the floor. “I didn’t get to watch my fucking cartoons!”
The bully motioned over towards the front door as Ichiro immediately got up to his feet and followed him. “Where are you going?”
“Out!” Sanko blurted out, resting his hand on the doorknob, facing Ichiro.
“Are you crazy, you’re going to get yourself killed!” cried out Ichiro, his face becoming beet red with pure anger over his former bully’s idiocy. Sure this whole night was pure agony, but there was nothing they could do about it until help arrived.
Yet, he didn’t want to listen.
“Unlike you idiots, I can actually do this all by myself, and then you’ll have to let me watch my cartoons!” Gabara issued his declaration, yanking the door open and proudly took one step outside.
Then, the Pigmons scurried across the landscape and pounced on Gabara, ripping him limb by limb and then by flesh. Before their very eyes Gabara was reduced to a skeleton, and yet, the bones didn’t remain. The disgusting creatures shoved the bones in their teeth, pulling out chunks in their choppers like they were toothpicks.
Ichiro simply stared as the Pigmons turned their attention towards him, licking their lips in unison. Without any emotion, the daydreamer slowly closed the door on them and locked it, turning to his two remaining friends.
The static on the Shrek TV dissipated and cartoons finally started playing.
“Hooray! Cartoons!” cheered Minilla.
“Huh, well what do you know?” Ichiro nearly voiced out in astonishment, before shifting his attention back to the situation at hand, as he put his palms together, walking over to their assortment of weapons on the floor. “Okay, I’d say we have about a minute or two before all hell breaks loose, so we should prepare,”
“No,” Nobuto answered, turning away from the TV.
“This isn’t up for debate,” replied Ichiro, throwing one of the Maser guns to the unenthusiastic kid.
The cabin started to rattled as pieces of the barricade collapsed. Glass shattered from the resulting punches while the wood cracked open and the gum peeled off. Minilla took a deep breath when his best friend walked over to him with the chainsaw in his hand.
Ichiro and Minilla simply nodded as Nobuto came up from behind and slipped the Garuda on Minilla’s back.
“Oof!” Minilla yelped out in surprise at Nobuto’s sudden usefulness. He was going to ask why he decided to do it, but already knew the answer to it. The Prince of the Monsters gave his friend a thumbs up as Nobuto shook his head in response.
Minya turned his attention back to the chainsaw and knew it was going to be a huge adjustment to work with. His hand was gone and was now replaced with a weapon, a weapon of great danger, but of great significance. One that was revered by all. The second most BASED and RED-PILLED person to wield a chainsaw for a hand.
He slipped his stump through the chainsaw and revved it up. Ichiro and Nobuto held out their Maser rifles and allowed Minya to cut the top of the barrels off. The three of them stood by side, readying themselves for the oncoming horde about to burst in.
All Minilla could say was “Gravy.”
The baby’s badass line couldn’t linger for long as the front door caved in and the Pigmons poured in. The three raised up their weapons as Ichiro and Nobuto pulled the trigger several times. The Maser bolts blasted towards the charging Pigmons, tearing through their flesh. Smoke erupted from their bodies as they still kept charging even with the loss of their limbs.
Minilla felt the cannons on the Garuda lower and opened fire, sending out a volley of plasma bursts into the Pigmons. One burst melted the face off a Pigmon as it cried out in agony while another went through the stomachs of three others, forcing them to fall over like they were dominos.
One waved its hands forward, eyeing Ichiro with intense hunger. The boy, on the other hand, didn’t give it such an opportunity. He shoved the Maser rifle in the Pigmon’s mouth and blew the upper portion of his head off, splattering brain matter all over the ceiling.
A Pigmon jumped in front of Nobuto, waving its hands at him in an attempt to intimidate the child. Nobuto blinked his eyes and said the most powerful word in existence.
“No.”
Nobuto pressed the trigger and a bolt erupted from the barrel, detonating the creature’s jaw upon impact. The Pigmon’s tongue rattled around, gurgling in pain as Nobuto soon put it out of its misery by firing another bolt in its head.
The locks on the cellar broke off as the door flung wide open. The formerly trapped Pigmon hopped on out, crying out to join in on the onslaught. Its dreams were about to be crushed as Minilla swung his chainsaw forward, completely bisecting the creature, as its two halves fell over.
Minutes have passed, slaughtering countless Pigmons as none of them could even begin to fathom how many there even were. All they knew though was the cabin was starting to fill with bodies and they were running out of room. The plus side being, they had an opening and they had to take it.
They nodded in unison and prepared to bolt, but they heard a noise.
“Ichiro!” a girl cried out.
Sachiko stood in the doorway, concern plastered all over her face.
“How could I forget about her!?”
Ichiro ran towards her, intending to get her out of this mess. She was one of the two people most important to him and he couldn’t live without her.
“Sachiko,” Ichiro murmured, placing his hands on her cheeks. “It’ll be okay, I’ll get you out of here.”
He wrapped his arms around her body as she smiled, but that smile was nothing but pure evil and hunger. Sachiko’s entire body morphed into the hideous Pigmon.
The creature squealed and took a huge, nasty bite out of the boy’s shoulder, eliciting a scream from him. He was forced to drop his weapon as Minilla and Nobuto turned around to see the horror across the room.
Minilla’s stomach turned into his knots as his knees felt weak. He couldn’t believe it.
“No!!!!!!” screamed Minilla, raising the two Garuda cannons and firing them directly at the Pigmon’s head, splattering it into pieces.
Ichiro fell alongside the headless corpse as Minilla screamed out, “Nobuto, cover me!”
“No.”
Minilla raced over and picked up his friend, allowing him to rest on his shoulder as more and more of the entrances of the cabin were breaking through. They had to leave fast.
Nobuto and Minilla blasted through the front door, running as fast as they could while the cabin was turning into disarray. The Pigmons hopped all over the cabin, waving their hands excitedly almost as if they were admiring the place. It was then they saw something that hypnotized them.
The Shrek TV was playing cartoons.
Every Pigmon present gathered around the television, their eyes glued to it, enamored by the exotic colors before them. They all waved their hands and cheered in unison as the hours upon hours gave them the entertainment they all craved for so much.
The three kids stopped at the hill when they noticed the zombie-like menace was no longer chasing them, but instead remained in the cabin. Ichiro, however, cried out. “Minilla! Set me down!”
Minilla set his best friend down by a lone tree, letting him rest his back against its bark. The boy coughed up blood, feeling his entire body succumb to horrifying fate that awaited him. Minya was a treasured friend, almost like a brother to him, but with the loss of Sachiko and not wanting him to see what he’ll become, he didn’t want to live.
“Please kill me…” whispered Ichiro, causing Minilla to jump back in fear at what his friend had just requested.
“What…. What?” Minilla stammered out.
“You have to….” coughed Ichiro, placing his hand over his chest. “You know what happens.”
“No….”
“Minilla, it’s not fair, but you have to keep going. Become…. The King of the Monsters…. And fight…. Fight your own battles, you know?” coughed Ichiro, as the disease was finally taking over. His entire body was turning red as bumps were forming all over his body.
Minilla felt a lump in his throat with tears welling from his eyes. He revved up his chainsaw and cried out “I will fight my own battles, you know!?”
The crying baby rammed the chainsaw into his best friend’s head, splitting it open as he lowered the weapon downwards, separating his entire body. The infection didn’t claim him fully, it was something he was spared of, even if he didn’t feel good about it.
Minilla slumped his shoulders, hearing the cries of the helpless and the carnage these monsters were causing. There was a lot to be done. He may have failed in saving nearly all of his friends, but he will not fail in saving this planet.
He had a duty to fulfill.
A duty to become King of the Monsters!
Minilla turned to his remaining friend, Nobuto, and issued out a declaration. “Nobuto, let’s go save this world!”
“No.”
Winner: Minilla
