Hospital visit

We somehow managed to get Shinji out of the suit.

But what we found inside wasn’t the man we remembered.

He looked like a corpse that had refused to die—so thin, it was like something had drained the life right out of him.

His eyes were bloodshot and hollow, his throat raw like he’d been screaming silently for hours.

And his nose… oddly swollen.

Not from injury.

It looked like he’d caught a cold—or something worse.

Few days later

He was admitted to a nearby hospital.

They said it was exhaustion… dehydration… maybe even a psychotic break.

We didn’t argue.

After a few days, we all visited him—one by one.

He looked… better.

Alive, at least.

And for the first time in months, we heard him speak.

No groaning.

No roaring.

Just… words.

It felt weird. Like hearing an old friend after surviving a war together.

I sat beside him.

Tried to joke. “You really gave us a scare, you lizard freak.”

He smiled faintly.

Then I asked the question we were all too afraid to bring up:

“How did this even start? What made you… believe you were him?”

He paused. Looked me dead in the eye.

And said,

“I don’t remember clearly. But I know he talked to me…”

I blinked. “He? Who??”

His answer still haunts me.

“Gojira.”

We all took turns talking to him that day.

He was finally speaking again—soft, raspy, but clearer than ever.

“I still hear him,” he said.

“Gojira.”

We exchanged looks.

“What do you mean?” someone asked.

“He tells me what to do. Not all the time. Just… sometimes.”

He didn't sound scared.

He sounded like someone talking about a close friend.

We let it slide. No one wanted to push.

The air felt heavy, so I tried to lighten it.

“Masao, can you give me some water?” I asked casually.

To my surprise, Shinji raised his hand too.

“Me too,” he said quietly, his lips dry, voice cracking.

We laughed a little. The tension eased.

It felt... normal again.

But as I walked home that night, I couldn’t stop thinking.

This whole thing… it began because of a dream.

A vision, he said.

A film that he wanted to make real.

I switched on the TV when I got home, trying to distract myself.

The first thing that came on?

The original Godzilla trailer.

Of course.

The roaring, the chaos, the monster rising from the sea.

The thing that had followed me for days was now glowing from my screen.

I sighed.

“Why the hell did you remove him, Toho?” I muttered.

The trailer had just ended.

Godzilla’s roar echoed one last time... then silence.

I sighed and leaned back.

That should’ve been the end of it.

But suddenly—

TV off.

Lights flicker.

A low buzz crept in through the walls. The ceiling fan stuttered.

Everything in the house…

was going nuts.

I stood up, heart racing. "What the hell—?"

Just as I reached the hallway to check the backup power—

Boom.

Blackout.

Pitch black.

Except…

The TV.

It turned back on.

But it wasn’t a channel.

Not even static.

It was just… black.

And from the darkness, came a sound.

Grunting.

Like a beast… choked by static.

Then a voice—low, glitched, broken:

"You… saw me…"

My body locked in place.

The sound grew louder, closer—like it was breathing from inside the screen.

The image slowly lit up, like a fire burning from within the void.

And then—

I saw him.

Not a man in a suit.

Not a movie monster.

Him.

GOJIRA.

Eyes glowing like molten rage, face distorted by decay and metal, like he had grown into the suit.

He wasn’t on the screen.

He was looking at me.

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