Godzilla & Spike: Ghosts of the Past, Destroyers of Worlds

It is afternoon.   A ship pulls in over the deeper waters of Tokyo bay.  Down, down, go two divers, one of whom is armed with a precious and dangerous cargo.  The faint sounds of their breaths and footsteps are quite racketous to to the ears of animals used to life below the surface, and their gradual approach stirs the attention of one in particular.

He was massive, far larger than any other animal in the ocean circling in.  When looking at how peaceful he looked, one could not believe that this monster had taken hundreds of thousands of human lives!

However, it was not evil.  It was as frightened and misunderstood as any other beast with such a reputation: Was it not humans who destroyed its habitat and food supply with nuclear weapons? He was at peace, living his life, until a bright light destroyed his home, and killed all the fish he ate.  It didn't kill him, since the light was just like his own life-force, but life-force is not meant to be taken outside of the body, it is only meant to be inside: It scarred him badly.

Was it not humans who repeatedly encroached on its new territory? He found a new supply of iron-rich fish, from which his digestive system converted the iron into uranium and the uranium into plutonium, which was the source of his life force, but there were these large, noisy, stream-lined boxes! He kept warning them that they were in his home, but the boxes didn't listen, so he did what he threatened to do: He breathed particles on them.  So they died, each time.  But they always kept coming back!

Was it not humans who attacked him in the ocean? He was at peace, it seemed like the boxes would never come back, but they did! Large, long, boxes of steel, that shot lessar lights to the light that scarred him! These lights didn't kill him, but they hurt him so! He knew he couldn't let them do that again...

When he followed the battle ships to Tokyo harbor, he was only trying to make sure that they would never be a threat again! After he eradicated his original enemy, he made a new home nearby, because it was alive with much food for him, and he would destroy the young of the large, streamlined floating boxes should they ever mature.  But they made noice, and made light! Light, like the dreaded light that burned his body, burns that still burned him! Every time they shown those, he emerged, determined to make the lights go out.

But the bright lights kept showing, and the memories! The memories of what happened to him! They returned with a vengeance, and brought him memories of the pain!! It was more than he could bear, and so he came to the land, angered, frightened, and driven utterly mad by the memory of the heat that scarred him, to bring destruction upon those who dwelt on the surface.  At first, he was somewhat daunted, bye a strange barrier that stung to the touch, but he did what he always did when there was something that got in the way: He exhaled his life force upon it, whithering it to a orange slag.  Then far more anxious from the piercing barrier, he became the apocalypse.  Nothing could stop him.  He didn't even care if he spent all of his life force, he just had to vent out his madness! Crawlies with long snouts could not stop him, nor could swift birds that could stab him without touching him perturb him.  All would succumb to his tail, his feet, his claws, his teeth, and his life force.  The last of these, none could withstand! The life force burned all, and that which was not burned would have been made into molten creeks.  When the fires faded, he was now calm, and resumed his slumber.  Perhaps he would have had another nightmare of the Light that burned him, had it not been for the small creatures that woke him.

He approached these little animals, curiously, for he saw nothing like them before, except on land; how strange to see two-leggers in the water! However, he did not know the threat they posed...

One of the two-leggers was being pulled up (making a great deal of annoying shouting as he did so!), to another annoying streamlined box; the other two-legger, however, was silent, and serene, holding the capsule above his head for a moment, and them delicately placing it on the ground, like a nurturing mother.

A gentle two-legger, Godzilla thought.  I like him.

However, Godzilla did not like the contents of the capsule that just opened....

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"M-Mommy?" Spike asked as he was being awoken.

"Rise and shine, Spike!" Twilight Sparkle exclaimed with uttermost enthusiasm.  "I got you a special-"

"You're- you're not mommy" Spike said sleepily.

At this Twilight froze.  Somehow, that remark got to her.

Spike was obviously not aware of this, as he stretched he arms and yawned, and then he got a wiff of a good smell: "Do I smell...pancakes?"

Twilight Sparkle replied, but with minimal enthusiasm.  "Sure.  Go help yourself."  she ended with a sigh.  At that, he jumped right out of bed as though he had Red Bull for blood, and served himself before one could blink! Spike always did like food.

Twilight was now unhappy, just because Spike stated that she wasn't mommy.  Somehow, those words, which she heard more than once, often as an excuse, could ruin her entire day.  She didn't know why, but his denial and refusal for motherly authority -and motherly love- from Twilight, bothered her.  It made her even sadder that Spike often seemed perpetually ungrateful and oblivious to her gestures of motherly love.  What troubled Twilight the most was how troubled she was about that: Did she really want Spike to view her as a mother? And if so, why? It wasn't like Spike had to know anything, or everything, about his origins and how she felt.  And she was a filly when she began to raise him...in fact, she was raising him for a very long time, and she could not remember a day in which she didn't feed him breakfast, didn't tuck him to bed, didn't read him a story, didn't teach him something new, or didn't sing to him...then she began to realize...she dedicated much of her being to that, and much of her life, being the mommy that any baby dragon needed...

She could only wish that Spike could see that.