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Chaos. That's all he's known. From when he was a kid to now even as an adult. Kafka, which is what he calls himself, is a kaiju. Or at least that's what the humans call him.
The humans. He's always found them fascinating. How they acted, moved, learned, but the most interesting were those in the defense force. They were amazing.
Their strength, speed, intelligence, oh what Kafka would give just to be a part of the defense force, but he knew better. He was a kaiju, the thing they destroyed. Sure, he knew that not all kaiju were evil, but they didn't.
They didn't know about the whole society under their feet. How the kaiju also had their own level of sophisticated civilization. Even if it was more chaotic than theirs. Not all kaiju are evil, Kafka knew that, but that didn't undo that he was still a kaiju.
The one thing that people wanted gone. It hurt knowing that he'd never be able to join. Only being able to look on in awe. As he helped clean up the aftermath. Sure his disguise helped with getting his job at MonsterSweeper, but the defense force would immediately see through it. At least that's what he assumed.
So he did his best at the job he had. It wasn't the most glamorous job, but he did it with pride. Knowing he was helping people, even if it was just cleaning up the aftermath, so that other people could rebuild. He liked helping the humans out.
Which is probably why he was an outcast to his own species. Kaiju weren't exactly the biggest fans of humans, on the basis of the whole killing kaiju, but Kafka didn't really care about being an outcast. It wasn't like he had many friends anyways, and the ones he did have already knew about his fascination.
So leaving the underworld he lived in was easy. Anyways, he was happier with the life he had now. It wasn't perfect, but he definitely liked it better than his old life. Which is why he was very upset when the kaiju in his old life, kaiju he’d rather forget, started popping up.
‘God's, what did they want now, where they just there to mock him…probably,’ he thought. He just wanted to be done with his old life, and everything he had to do to survive in it, but of course it couldn't be that easy. It never was with them.
“Well I guess all I could do is clean them up.”