While Albedo was running, the Doctor, the Ghostbusters, and Tysar arrived at the northern shores of the island. Right now, two women were dueling. One of them was using energy blasts, the other was using psi blasts! The Doctor blinked in surprise. “The Xilien Controller?!” she yelped.
“Everyone, get ba-!” yelped the other woman. The Xilien Controller then fired an energy blast and knocked the other woman out.
“…Thank you for that opportunity, Time Lord,” she said. “You ARE the same Time Lord that foiled my original plans on this island, yes?”
“That’s me, all right,” confirmed the Doctor. “Now, perhaps an explanation as to how you survived is in order.”
“Oh?” asked the Controller.
“If I recall correctly, Godzilla fired his atomic breath at your ship and Gigan.”
“Your recollection is correct. Gigan and my ship fell into the ocean, killing the rest of my crew, but I survived. I managed to swim to the surface and, when I recovered, it was clear I was marooned on Monster Island with no functional or effective means of communication. In time, I practiced what my family usually did in secret, sorcery! After a while, my mother arrived, explaining that she was not really a Xilien, but an Anodite.”
“An Anodite? Ben’s part Anodite if I recall.”
“After more practice with her, I regained my Xilien form…and destroyed her!”
“Your own mother?!” asked the Doctor, horrified.
“She lied about her heritage! Her power is now mine! …Still, the sorcery she taught me was enough to plot my revenge. You, William, Godzilla, you will all know what true terror is!”
“So where does Albedo fit into this?” asked the Doctor.
“The former Galvan needed facilities to complete his Ultimatrix, I gave him the means to do so,” replied the Controller. “He should be dealing with that Tennyson character.”
“And the woman you’re fighting?”
“She just appeared out of nowhere, so I retaliated. …I just hadn’t expected psychic powers.”
“Yeah, well, that’s the Psychonauts for you,” remarked the Doctor. The Controller then realized something and looked to see that the woman had vanished!
“HEY!” she protested. Then she got hit by another psi-blast. The woman had recovered and was revealed to be an attractive woman with long hair and a slight psychedelic outfit.
“There ARE more constructive ways to vent your frustrations, darling,” said the woman, her Brazilian accent coming out.
“Agent Milla Vodello,” greeted the Doctor. “The Mental Minx!”
“And you’re the same Doctor that helped take care of a psychic emergency at the Motherlobe, yes?” asked Milla. “Razputin told me you changed your face after he came back from that adventure of his.”
“Doctor, there’s something wrong here!” warned Egon. “The PKE readings are spiking bad!”
“Controller, what did you do?!” demanded the Doctor.
“Did you know that those that died on this island chain during this planet’s second world war believe that the rest of the human race forgot the horrors of that conflict?” smirked the Controller. “It wasn’t that hard to convince them to go on a rampage.” Pale, cold lights then swirled around the place!
Back in his cave, Godzilla slowly woke up. He stretched as he stood up…then realized something was off. …He then heard something. It was outside his cave and…the trees were bending as if a wind was making them bend that way. Godzilla poked his head out of the cave and noticed that the wind was gathering in one spot. He followed the direction the trees were bending in and saw a pale blue light on the island’s northern shore. The light source was as big as him…and seemed to be dying down as it formed a shape. The light fully faded…to reveal that the shape was his own! Upon closer inspection, Godzilla noticed that his doppelganger had white claws and white orbs for eyes. The other Godzilla had an unsettling aura and the eyes enhanced it. Still, unsettling did not mean Godzilla was afraid. He gave off a warning roar for his twin to leave his island. The other Godzilla responded by slamming his tail in the water, causing a wave! Godzilla adopted a defensive stance and roared a challenge roar. His opponent’s acceptance roar was the same as his own!
“A few people around the planet called him Ghost Godzilla,” explained the Xilien Controller.
“You utter fool!” protested the Doctor. “You robbed those people of their rest! Imprisoned them in the shape of a living warning AGAINST atomic warfare!”
“If they want out, they’ll have to obey-!” The wave Ghost Godzilla generated knocked everyone further inland. Milla was clutching her head in pain.
“Such…such rage!” she strained. “…Focused…on…enslaver!”
“What?!” protested the Controller. “IMPOSSIBLE! I RAISED GHOST GODZILLA! HE WILL OBEY ME!”
“You intellectual dwarf!” came a child’s voice as Albedo arrived. “This was NOT what you promised! Even I wouldn’t fiddle with necromancy on that scale! …Then again, I don’t fiddle around with magic anyways.”
“Looks like all the noise attracted the real Godzilla,” remarked Ray. Just then, Sty, Dr. Sato, and Wildmutt arrived. Wildmutt recoiled in terror before slapping the Omnitrix dial and returning to Ben.
“What just happened?!” protested Ben.
“Why not ask the maker of our predicament?!” replied Albedo as he pointed at the Xilien Controller.
“Ungrateful-! I made that thing and-!” she spluttered.
“…The amateur necromancer’s gone bye-bye, Egon,” said Peter. “What’s the plan?”
“Sorry, Peter,” replied Egon. “I’m terrified beyond the capacity of rational thought.”
“You’ve faced Gozer before,” remarked the Doctor.
“We had to cross the streams from our proton packs,” replied Winston.
“…Remind me how bad that is, Dr. Spengler,” said the Doctor.
“Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously, and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light,” explained Egon.
“…You just described total protonic reversal,” remarked the Doctor.
“…That sounds bad,” said Ben.
“It’s worse than it sounds,” replied the Doctor. “But we need a big enough stream to contain Ghost Godzilla!”
“…Fine, fine, you can use the tech I scavenged,” sighed the Controller.
“What?! You promised that technology to me!” protested Albedo.
“Only so you could get the parts needed to rebuild your Ultimatrix,” replied the Controller. “Now the excess can be used to make whatever machine the Doctor has planned.”
“That intellectual dwarf couldn’t hold a candle to my own intellect!”
“…This is the first time anyone’s actually accused me of being stupid,” remarked the Doctor. “In any event, needs of the many and all that. Controller, where is this tech stashed?”
“This way!” replied the Controller. She was about to lead the way, but a red light blocked her way and a Vaxasaurian with red eyes glowered over them.
“Albedo, use your head!” complained Peter.
“I AM using my head, you backwards simian!” snarled Albedo as Negative Humungousaur. “That technology is mine!”
“Albedo, come on!” complained Ben as his hand activated the selection dial hologram. “We’ve got a world to save!”
“No! For once, you are going to die along with this miserable planet!” replied Negative Humungousaur. Ben then slammed his hand down on the Omnitrix and became…
“HUMUNGOUSAUR!” he shouted. And he was.
“Pah!” scoffed Negative Humungousaur. “We’ve been here before!” He slapped on the Ultimatrix dial and grew, his hands growing claws, a metal helmet forming around his head, and an ankylosaur style backside appearing. He was now Negative Ultimate Humungousaur. “And last time I checked, a Vaxasaurian can’t compete against an Ultimate Vaxasaurian!” His hands then turned into four-barreled missile launchers! He fired, prompting Humungousaur to grow to his maximum height and shield the others with his own body. It was still painful for him, though.
“We REALLY don’t have time for this!” snarled the Controller. She then pulled a device out of her coat’s pocket. It looked like some sort of green gauntlet with the Omnitrix symbol on the back of the hand. The glove’s symbol then fired a beam of light at the Omnitrix symbol on Humungousaur’s chest.
“Hey! What-?!” spluttered Humungousaur.
“Synchronization complete,” said the Omnitrix. The light then switched off abruptly and the glove changed in size to fit Humungousaur’s left hand.
“Okay, so it’s meant to be linked to the Omnitrix,” muttered the Vaxasaurian. “What is it?”
“Device is officially classified as an Evolutionary Gauntlet,” replied the Omnitrix. “It will subject the DNA to evolutionary scenarios to change the form into what the species will perhaps look like in millions of years.”
“Hang on, you’re saying that this glove here is an Ultimatrix?” asked Humungousaur. “I thought Azmuth said that the evolutionary function is just begging for trouble.”
“Wait, Ben,” said the Doctor, “didn’t you say that Albedo’s version puts the DNA through millions of years of worse-case scenarios?” Humungousaur blinked, then his eyes widened.
“Then this thing…does the opposite?” he asked. He then put it on his left hand. “How do I use this thing anyways?”
“You won’t get the chance!” called Negative Ultimate Humungousaur as he opened fire again.
“RUN!” shouted Humungousaur. The Doctor and her group didn’t need telling twice.