Monster of Justice

Have you ever taken a moment to stop gorging yourself with donuts and chocolate, looked around at the harem of attractive members of the sex of your choice and the crazy disco sky and realized you were dreaming? Or maybe you saw something else, like Discord trading advice and compliments with a person who sounded exactly like him and a little imp with a bowler hat?

Or maybe you were having a nightmare too ridiculous to happen. You saw a monster emerge from underneath Canterlot, a monster far bigger than the monster called Godzilla. A monster so big that the mountain that the city sat upon was only one of its claws. Just one of its thousands of claws. Not far below those claws were hands and arms large and long enough to reach distant planets and crush them like they were nothing. Upon its shoulders sat thousands of necks which held up thousands of dragon's heads, with each head bearing venom potent enough to melt the sun.

Or maybe it had a donkey's head.

Those were all pretty big hints to Twilight Sparkle that she wasn't exactly conscious. Upon inspecting the area around her, which appeared to be the top of a skyscraper, she also noticed that she could move, as if she hadn't cast that draining spell just moments ago. It would usually be around that point that Princess Luna would appear and ward off the bad dream. Twilight scanned the area around her. Luna was nowhere to be seen, although she did see Rarity who, for some reason, had six horns and a full set of gold teeth.

"This doesn't make any sense," Twilight said to herself as she turned away from the granddaddy of all demons and trotted past turbo-Rarity. If she was going to get a grip on things, it would be best if she were in a familiar place. And what place was more familiar to her than her library from Ponyville?

On a whim, a great tree burst from the cement and steel that comprised the skyscraper, fully grown and healthy as a horse. Planks of wood, nails, tiles, and panes of glass swirled around Twilight like a do-it-yourself hurricane. Without even thinking much about it, she willed the bits of building into place. Walls formed around the tree, kept in place by nails and plaster. Windows were placed in the exact places Twilight remembered them being. With the remaining planks and tiles, she crafted a roof, which she carefully placed atop the walls and tree. Last, but not least, a door was fixed in front of her. Everypony needs their privacy. Home, sweet home. She stepped inside.

The walls were decorated in a manner that Twilight didn't see coming. As opposed to the bookshelves and charts that lined the walls of the main room, the room was filled with various torture devices. Iron shackles hanged from where the windows were supposed to be. Clearly used brass bulls and iron maidens sat where bookshelves once stood. Bloodied saws and hammers littered the floor.

"Weird," Twilight broke the silence that had replaced the sounds of the monster digging itself out of the ground outside. "I usually keep these in the basement." She chuckled to herself and approached a brass bull. She remembered reading about these nasty devices in the Big Book of Terrible Fates, Volume 3. The victim would climb into the metal bull and a fire would be lit under it. The bull itself was filled with pipes that would twist and turn all through its body leading from the central chamber to the mouth. Eventually the metal would grow hot enough to burn the skin of the one inside, whose wails of pain would travel though the crooked pipes and come out of the mouth, distorted into the roar of a bull. Fittingly enough, the first pony it was used on was its own inventor.

Twilight dared not open the central chamber. She could see the jump scare coming from a mile away. As fascinating as it was, Twilight was fairly certain that she hadn't put it and its friends around her library instead of the bookshelves and blackboards she loved so much. That was understandable. Dreams tend to be very, very strange, and sometimes things just show up for strange reasons. She remembered reading somewhere that brass can symbolize falsehood or deceitfulness, which she thought strange. If anything, she should have been seeing things related to guilt. Seemingly moments ago she had tried to vaporize Godzilla out of nowhere. The thought just popped into her head at that moment that he needed to be destroyed in the most draining way possible. The most draining way possible...

Looking back, that was an oddly specific thought, and definitely not one that Twilight would have. Pinkie was right in that she knew better than to judge a book by its cover. That thought couldn't have belonged to Twilight. But where could it have come from? It could have been planted into her mind telepathically. But who would do that? Why would they do that?

She didn't feel like solving the mysteries of the universe while being surrounded by so much death. She took to the stairs, hoping that there wouldn't be as many tools of death in her bedroom. Maybe it would be completely normal up there. Maybe she'd find a little dream Spike sleeping in his little dream bed. Maybe she'd find turbo-Rarity. Either of them were preferable to the main room.

The climb to the top of the stairs was much longer and more grueling than Twilight remembered. All of a sudden her library was taller than the monster outside. Each step was more difficult than the last, with what felt like another thousand pounds falling on Twilight each time her hoof connected with a wooden stair. Each clop was louder than the last. It wasn't long before Twilight was baring her teeth and fighting back tears. When she finally reached the top of the stairs, she instantly collapsed on the floor. In between fits of panting, Twilight turned her head and set her eyes on her body. Her legs were about as thin as her ribs, which protruded from her emaciated stomach. She looked and felt exactly like she did before she passed out in Rainbow Dash's hooves.

She looked around the room. Everything was where it was supposed to be. Her bed was just a few feet away, though it might as well have been on the other side of the world.

Resigning herself to the floor, she used the last of her strength to look for anything unusual, and unusual things she did find. The Neighponese patient from Manehattan, Rising Sun, suddenly appeared in her bed, staring at the ceiling, still in shock, and still chanting that monster's name.

"Gojira... Gojira... Gojira..."

At least that bed was being used for something. She looked at Spike's bed, which was also being inhabited by someone unexpected. A tiny little Godzilla was curled up in Spike's bed. If Twilight had the energy, she would have laughed at that. Was there also a giant Spike in her dream too, rampaging through Manehattan?

Then she noticed the walls. The walls were the only things out of place in the room, furniture-wise. As opposed to the well-crafted wood planks that made up her wall in reality, this dream wall seemed to be compromised entirely out of pornographic images, so poorly drawn that not even Fluttershy would be flustered by them.

There was definitely something wrong with her mind.

"No way, we're not leaving her like this!" Rainbow Dash spoke for the five little ponies that stood before Princess Celestia. She was referring to Princess Twilight Sparkle, who lay unconscious in her palace quarters in the next room, being tended to by Spike.

"Please, you need to understand," Celestia started, "you're needed elsewhere. Spike and I can rehabilitate Twilight Sparkle. I need you to find Mothra." Looks of confusion replaced those of anger and worry that the girls had been wearing. Celestia had yet to tell them about Mothra or the Shobijin and their connection to Godzilla and the other two monsters. She didn't really understand it herself.

"Princess," Applejack spoke up. "Who's Mothra?"

"Mothra is one of the greatest champions of our world," two tiny voices said from across the room. All six of the ponies turned their heads to their souce. Sitting on the windowsill were two tiny parasprites. An uncomfortable silence lingered for several seconds before Rarity spoke up.

"Did... did those-"

"Yes," the two stopped Rarity mid-sentence. "We are the Shobijin, the voice of Mothra." A semicircle of curious and amazed ponies was quickly formed around the fairies, with the exception of Fluttershy, who instead chose to hide under the table in the center of the room.

"The Shobijin told me everything I know about the monsters from their world." Celestia walked into the semicircle and faced her little ponies. "Out of all of them, Mothra is the only certain ally we have, and she hasn't even been born yet. If the other two monsters are intelligent and hostile, which they may very well be, we need to find her egg and make sure no harm comes to it before it hatches."

"Princess, I don't mean to ask too many questions," Applejack started, "but what are we going to do against two giant monsters without Twi or the Elements of Harmony?"

"What aren't we going to do to them?" Rainbow Dash nodded to her friend and punched her own hoof. Celestia laughed. Rainbow Dash certainly didn't lack any confidence in herself or her friends.

"Um... I have a question," Fluttershy said, sticking her hoof into the air from under the table.

"Yes, Fluttershy?"

"Where is Mothra?" Princess Celestia exited the semicircle and walked towards the timid little pegasus pony.

"We believe her nest is in the sea near the city of Baltimare," the Shobijin explained. An air of worry briefly filled the room. The sea near Baltimare was just south of Manehattan. If the other monsters were fast, they could have already reached the nest and  killed Mothra.

"If that's the case," Applejack started, "we've got no time to lose."

Beneath the ocean of the strange and colorful land he found himself in, the King of the Monsters hesitated to rest, even for a moment. Minilla was alone in an unfamiliar city in an unfamiliar land inhabited by unfamiliar creatures. If Godzilla had a choice, he wouldn't sleep until he found his adoptive son. Unfortunately, Godzilla rarely had a choice. A long and strenuous battle against two mysterious and aggressive monsters had drained him of his energy. Of course, he had to find and destroy them too. He couldn't have any dangerous monsters running around, wreaking havoc on his Earth.

Of course, he wasn't entirely sure if he was still on Earth. As impressive as the humans' arsenal of weapons is, he had never seen anything quite like the display he had experienced just hours ago. The humans had never attacked him with any lasers or projectiles that radiated the sheer power that that blast from that tiny creature had. If every inhabitant of this world was just as powerful, he was in trouble and Minilla was in danger. Hopefully, those two other monsters had not been given such a warm welcome.

Godzilla rolled onto his left side and winced in pain. An impressive gash had been left on his left forearm by one of the other monsters, a mechanical cyclops. He wasn't concerned with the wound, as it would likely be gone before he woke up. He was concerned with that monster. It seemed to act as the leader of the duo that he fought, screeching commands at its partner while it kept to the sidelines, only attacking with its hook claws whenever it saw an opening in Godzilla's defense. It got in a few good hits, the worst of them being on his left arm, which it nearly managed to sever.

Its partner was no joke, however. What the beetle creature that accompanied the cyclops lacked in intelligence, it made up for with pure physical strength. Physical strength and drill hands. Neither of the monsters that Godzilla fought seemed to have any appendages that would make sense to exist in nature. Drill hands could be useful for burrowing, but not much else. The cyclops' hook hands could have been used for climbing, were it not for their shape and size. Godzilla had enough experience in life to know when something was specifically designed to kill him.

Then and there, Godzilla made a decision. As soon as he woke up, he would return to the scene of the battle find his son, being careful to avoid causing any more damage. Then he would track down those monsters and kill them before they could cause too much trouble. He was content with that plan. He closed his eyes and wondered if his father would be impressed. Probably not. The previous Godzilla thought with his claws and fangs, a mindset the present Godzilla would likely have adopted were it not for a particularly stressful childhood, which, along with his life, ended when he tried to take a particularly malevolent beast head-on. Fortunately, that was only temporary.

With the weight of making the decision off of his shoulders, Godzilla could finally rest. He rolled onto his less battered right side and curled himself into a comfortable position. Come sunrise, he would set everything right.