This is something VERY different from what I usually do, but its something that has been on my mind while watching some of the old Toho Godzilla movies and after my rewatch of Godzilla Minus One, hope you enjoy.

Warning, there will be depictions of some darker moments, you have been warned. 

Y/N Martin exited a bank which was currently under construction in the Ginza region of Tokyo Japan, he straightened his blazer, checked his pocket watch and waved a hand through his hair attempting to shake off the thoughts of the prior interview. Despite the bank only being roughly 75% complete with necessary work such as offices and toilets to be finished, it was conducting business like any other bank around the world. Ginza, much like many other parts of Japan was only now beginning to rebuild itself. Y/N was hoping to speak with the manager of the bank, conduct an interview of how the terms and the idea of being a banker in such a war torn country is conducted.

But alas, the manager was not as kind as other interviewees Y/N had met with, with the manager ending the interview with calling Y/N 'Seiyō no sukamu' which although Y/N was not as fluent in Japanese as he would like, knew translated to 'Western Scum'.

Y/N had been sent on this job by the chief, Y/N worked as a foreign correspondent for United World News and the idea was sprung up that a story regarding the rebuilding of Japan would lift some spirits back home, especially with the ongoing flooding of the Thames. If one nation could come back from the brink of utter disaster, surely Britain could do the same after dealing with some simple flooding. Public opinion of the Japanese people was sour to say the very least, two years on from the atrocities they had committed during the second great war, so this story was more to shed light on the people, rather than the government that many other articles tended to focus on.

The reporter pulled out his personal recording device, and while he did receive some harsh looks from nearby pedestrians but Y/N dod not care. Y/N strolled along the cobblestone streets, his steps accompanied by the distant hum of construction. The air carried a mix of determination and fragility, as if the very essence of survival permeated the atmosphere. His keen eyes captured every detail—the juxtaposition of demolished structures and the sprouting of makeshift shelters. The poignant aroma of freshly laid bricks mingled with the faint scent of cherry blossoms, a reminder of the cyclical nature of life.

Stopping at a street corner, Y/N observed a group of Japanese artisans meticulously reconstructing a building. Their hands moved with precision, each stroke of the hammer echoing the collective spirit of a nation rebuilding from the ashes. Y/N, with his characteristic fedora and trench coat, approached one of the workers.

"Excuse me, sir," he spoke in slightly broken Japanese but it was clear his words were getting through, cutting through the ambient sounds. "Mind if I ask about your work here? How does it feel to be part of this reconstruction effort?"

The worker, adorned in tattered clothes stained with the residue of hard labor, wiped sweat from his brow and looked up. His eyes reflected a mix of exhaustion and determination. "We rebuild not just bricks, but lives," he responded, the weight of his words lingering in the air. "It's tough, but it's our duty to bring Ginza back to life" this worker, although dirty and stained with concrete he still held a slight smile.

Y/N nodded, capturing the essence of the conversation in his personal recording device. His journalistic instincts compelled him to delve deeper into the narratives unfolding on these historic streets. As he walked further, he encountered families sifting through the remnants of their homes, salvaging fragments of the past. In a nearby market, Y/N engaged in conversation with a vendor arranging fresh produce. The vibrant colors of vegetables seemed to defy the surrounding gloom. "How has life changed for you since the war?" Y/N inquired, his voice a gentle cadence amid the hustle and bustle.

The vendor, a middle-aged woman with weathered hands, smiled wearily. "We adapt, sir" was all the woman stated as she went on with her business. She had little fruit and vegetables to sell, whether she grew them herself or got them through imports was unknown. And judging by the long line that she had in front of her cart, a line that continue to grow, many of which were of individuals who looked like they had no eaten in days, this woman was feeding a dozen people a day with what little she had.

Y/N took out his notebook from the inner packet of his blazer, and began to write;

'Food is in short supply, many of the stalls that sell what little food the nation has, have been marked up so the average person can not afford a single piece of fruit. Perhaps one could say-'

Something knocked Y/N from his writing, a small shake in the Earth itself, for a second Y/N thought perhaps it was just him. That jet lag was still affecting him, but looking around he saw other people seemingly feeling the same tremor. Another tremor shook the Earth once again, this time causing alarm and fear to spread like a plague. Another tremor, and another, another, each growing in its size as screams erupted in the distance. Y/N almost dropped his pen, as he was hundreds of people running for their lives. Faces contorted showcasing fear, terror, distress, panic and horror, crying and yelling as something seemingly followed them.

The other confused people around Y/N had no idea what they were running from, and stood in place in the market as people pushed passed them. It was then that Y/Ns whole world changed, as the biggest temper of them all was felt causing market stalls to fall and land atop of some people.

The British reporter removed his hat, as the maestro of this carnage was unveiled as whatever this thing was pushed passed the under construction bank from earlier. Its right leg sweeping into it, crashing through the walls like a knife through paper. It was then, that Y/N looked up and a panicked call from an elder who ran in fear identified who or what this thing was. This monster, who cared none for human life and trampled his way through the city as if it were his own playground, his domain to rule.

"Gojira"

Or as Y/N would name this behemoth

Godzilla

Who let out a roar that echoed for miles, a roar like thunder that the very sound spread further fear like a bomb spreading gas across a battlefield.

This behemoth, a sight that go against all rules of nature and science trampled through Ginza like it were nothing. Y/N stood in absolute shock, his body almost going limp as fear spread through him causing him to remain as still. This Godzilla, brought its massive tail to bear, swinging behind it and cutting down any building that it swept through.

People, cars, concrete, steel, none of it stood in the way of the tail as it caused buildings to crumble and crushing the unfortunate souls within.

Y/N could only watch in horror as Godzilla passed him just a mile and a half away. His hand shook as he reached for his recorder, hoping to document this sight as if it were his last act.

"Here in Tokyo, t-t-t-time has been turned back two million years" his voice was shaky, unnerved, but Y/N knew he had to document this, his recording device collecting not only his own voice but the screams and destruction not too far away. "A seemingly prehistoric monster the Japanese call 'Godzilla' has just walked out of Tokyo Bay. He's as tall as a 30-story building" he explained, Godzilla now barging through a building. Steam rollin through it, the scaly mass that was his body charging through the concrete with it crumbling beneath him.

Y/N followed Godzilla, hypnotised by the haunting destruction that was being created. The monster stepped onto a large truck, his feet compressing the gas tank and causing it to burst into flames beneath. Enveloping many running civilians in flames, the lucky ones were killed, with the unlucky ones left with the scars.

Amidst the chaos, the panicked cries of the remaining survivors echoed through the desolate streets. Those who had managed to evade Godzilla's colossal footsteps found themselves confronted by a city in ruins, a cruel testament to the overwhelming power of the ancient creature. The air was thick with the stench of burning debris and the acrid remnants of what was once a thriving metropolis.

As the relentless rampage continued, Godzilla's massive tail swung with destructive force, toppling structures that had somehow managed to withstand the initial onslaught. The ground quaked beneath the monstrous blows, further adding to the nightmarish symphony of destruction. It seemed as though the very earth itself rebelled against the intrusion of such an unstoppable force.

The once lively and vibrant streets of Ginza transformed into a chaotic tableau of destruction. Godzilla's massive tail swung with a devastating force, sweeping away anything in its path. Terrified screams filled the air, blending with the cacophony of crumbling structures as citizens desperately fled from the behemoth's relentless advance. Panic and chaos reigned as people, their faces contorted in terror, sought refuge amidst the debris-strewn landscape.

The many cars and trams that people used were overturned and thrown aside as if this creature was a child having a tantrum in their playroom. Flames erupted from ruptured gas lines, adding a hellish backdrop to Godzilla's rampage.

Hordes of civilians desperately fled beneath the monster's towering feet, the very ground quivered with each thunderous step, amplifying the terror that gripped the hearts of those unfortunate enough to be caught in the path of the colossal creature.

The streets became a gruesome battlefield, with Godzilla's monstrous limbs wreaking havoc on everything in their way. Hapless civilians, in a desperate bid to escape the impending doom, ran in panic, their faces etched with fear. Yet, the colossal feet of Godzilla showed no mercy, indiscriminately crushing cars, buildings, and tragically, the terrified masses who could not evade the monstrous strides. Horrific scenes unfolded as Godzilla, in its unrelenting rage, stomped on those who were unable to escape in time, blood pooling and splashing from the gaps in Godzilla's toes. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning buildings and the agonized wails of the trapped and injured

Y/N followed the carnage, and saw some fellow reporters atop a building, filming and documenting this monster as it swung its tail and crushed a building like nothing.

Y/N took up his recorder once again, bringing it to his lips as he slapped himself prying out the words. "It's a scene that defies belief, a giant creature, Godzilla, on the loose here and now in the 20th century, trampling Ginza underfoot" the massive creature then charged its way through a building with out crumbling to dust as he moved onto the his next target. "Ginza barley survived the air raids, but not this, not this monster that attacks without mercy caring not who or what lays in its path". Godzilla then trampled towards the building were the Japanese reporters were atop of, barley clipping its side. Alas, this was enough to cause the building to begin to cave in on itself. The reporters sadly sliding down and falling to their deaths screaming to their last moments.

Godzilla turned his attention to the fleeing people, stepping atop them, squishing them once again as no one could do anything.

As Godzilla prepared to roar once again, it was cut off as an explosion slammed it in the face and covered parts of its body. Not penetrating his skin nor leaving any lasting damage. A devision of tanks, possibly the only ones on mainland Japan itself had sprung up seemingly out of nowhere just a few miles away. Firing upon the creature in hopes of bringing it down for good.

It seemed the blasts from the tanks had brought Godzilla to a standstill, causing some fleeing people tp halt in their tracks. Slowly, with a rising tension each of the plates on Godzilla's back arose and snapped into place like gears in a factory working in tangent. Each plate glowing a bright, haunting blue as each one lit up after the last. The air crackled with an electric tension as Godzilla's massive form loomed over what remained of Ginza. The colossal creature's dorsal plates shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a prelude to the impending release of his devastating atomic breath. Each dorsal plate seemed to pulsate independently, creating an awe-inspiring display of power. As the ambient sounds of destruction and chaos echoed around him, Godzilla's eyes narrowed with a primal and animal like focus. 

Deep within the mighty creature, a primal energy surged, coursing through his immense body like a river of raw power. His dorsal plates, resembling ancient obsidian spires, began to emit a haunting, ethereal light. It started as a subtle luminescence, gradually intensifying until the city below was bathed in an eerie blue glow. The ground trembled beneath Godzilla's colossal weight, resonating with the titanic forces gathering within him.

A low, resonant hum emanated from the depths of Godzilla's throat, signaling the imminent unleashing of his atomic breath. The glow from his dorsal plates intensified further, casting an otherworldly radiance across the devastated urban landscape.

Godzilla breathed in a sharp breath, as he prepared to unleash his attack. As the tension reached its zenith, the mighty creature unleashed a torrent of incandescent energy, a beam of pure destruction that cut through the air with an unstoppable force. The plates on his back snapping into place as the blue heat way cut through everything in its path as it were paper.

The beam collided with the tanks, instantly vaporising them and causing a massive explosion enveloping Ginza for miles in all directions. Y/N saw the shape of the explosion, and instantly dove for cover in a nearby alleyway. The explosion sent out a powerful shockwave, one that sent everything it touched flying backwards and Y/N could only pray to whatever God existed to spare him. Cars, people, animals, trash, plant life, nothing was spared as it was sent flying backwards, only for the explosion to reverse on itself and suck everything back in with the same equal force as the shockwave.

Barley anything was left standing, a few buildings where their foundations were strong enough and that was all. Dust rained down from the sky like snow, the deduction was indescribable, the air was almost unbreathable and Y/N had to scratch at his throat to force himself to breath in the radiated air.

It was then that the reporter looked up, and saw a sight that many people feared and had nightmares of. A sight that many wished never came to Tokyo but was now here.

A Mushroom Cloud

This haunting sight was still fresh in the minds of the people of the country, and this Godzilla was able to create them from his very mouth. Y/N could see Godzilla off in the distance, starring at the very destruction he created almost basking in and enjoying the sight.

And so Godzilla let out one final roar, that shook the heavens themselves.

https://youtu.be/Muuc1b9puCY

"God Help Us" Y/N spoke softly into his recorder, before falling to his knees.

Author's Note

And there we go, a nice little one shot done and dusted. This has been a little background project for me, fifty words here, seventy words written there. So it may give of a slight cobbled together vibe on some paragraphs. I've been rewatching the Toho movies and it was like on my fourth rewatch of Shin Godzilla to this come to mind. I used the Japanese game City Shrouded in Shadow for inspiration, and if you know your Godzilla, Y/N is based directly off Steve Martin from the 1956 and the 1985 movies.

Minus One to me to peak Godzilla, he's a straight up villain, a basic animal who we are responsible for creating, not some ancient being from the centre of the Earth like the Montserverse. Yeah, the Monsterverse is fun for big monster vs big monster fight, but Minus One isn't just an amazing monster movie, but a great movie which is amazing. The characters feel real people which is a very nice change of pace from the other Godzilla movies.

I will always say, if you want to watch Godzilla movies, you watch Minus One, Shin Godzilla, the 1954/56 movie, and GMK as all them are really nice introductions to the character.

Anyway,

How was the one shot?

Hope You Enjoyed

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