🦀 Pincherzilla 🦕

I dedicate this short story to my 8-month-old brother, who has pinchers whenever he gets hungry.

Boom! Bash! “Muahahaha! Destroy evwrything!” I shouted. 

Using my pinchers, I crushed everything in sight, people screamed once they saw me, buildings stood no chance against my pinchers. 

“You shall not escwpe!” I shouted, destroying the roads the people were escaping on. 

There was fire everywhere, screams sprouting from all directions. Cars flew into a nearby river, windows shattered, and buildings collapsed. 

“I will fwood your city!” I shouted, moving the water from the river to the city with a swish of my hand. 

Moving my gigantic fingers up and down, turning them into pincers, I could continue crushing my enemies to death. 

“Oh please Mr. Zillla, have mercy!” a woman with three children shouted. 

“I Show Nw mercy!” I shouted through my one tooth. 

“Mr. Zilla, do you accept my peace offering?” a woman’s voice said, as the owner of the voice showed herself. 

She was huge, bigger than I, Mr. Zilla. She had brown hair, and I recognized her as my sister. Why does she always have to ruin my games? In her hand was a bottle, as soon as I saw it, my stomach rumbled. 

“I guess Mr. Zillwa can take a break,” I sighed. 

All the buildings turned tiny, square, and tan. They turned into play blocks. The people on the ground mixed in with the roads, the roads were the ground underneath the carpet, and the carpet was the people, standing up, attempting to run away as I stepped on them.

Struggling to stand up, I finished knocking over the buildings/blocks, then went into the kitchen for food. 

“Swister, could I Pway again after this?” I asked while sucking on my bottle.

“No, after this you need to have a nap,” my sister said. 

“Aw man, I was enjoying the destrwuction of the city,” I said. 

“Even Pincherzilla needs a nap. I promise you can play after,” My sister said, picking me up to go into my room. 

“Pinky swear?” I asked, holding up my pinky finger. 

She closed her pinky finger around mine, before dropping me into my crip. 

“Nighty night,” she said before I fell fast asleep. 

Looks like even people who destroy the world need to take naps. My sister was right.