Catalyst (probably not going to update anymore, don't watch the show anymore)

How could a massive meta that supposedly looked like Godzilla completely vanish into thin air within a second? There were more than thirty alerts on the metahuman app describing Godzilla destroying downtown, but when Barry arrives, poof!

There's no security camera footage, no cell phone videos, no audio recordings, there's absolutely nothing to go off of. This couldn't have been a mass prank, there were too many people involved and there were no errors.

Barry, HR, Cisco, and I had gathered in the Cortex, trying to wrap our brains around this whole situation, but desperately failing. "I don't get it," Cisco sighed.

"I don't get it," HR repeated, trying to be useful.

"Every metahuman we've encountered has been exactly that: meta human. So where did this thing come from?" Cisco pondered.

I suggested, copying Barry's thinking-hands, "It could possibly be a King Shark situation. The thing used to be human but then mutated into . . . whatever it is."

"I don't know where it came from," Barry fumbled over his words, perplexed. "I d-I ju- it just vanished, that's all I know. It was just gone."

Barry sauntered around the desk, standing next to me, his hand held my shoulder as I shifted through the possibilities of what our monster was.

"In my experience, things are always different," HR tried to explain, fidgeting with his drumsticks annoyingly.

HR seemed to blank. He wanted to say something mildly intelligent, but nothing could come out.

"What?" I glared at him.

"Then what they appear! There must be a reason the darn thing can just disappear like that. Maybe the darn thing's got some kind of cloaking mechanism," he panicked, trying to impress us.

Barry tried to be hopeful of HR, and replied, "That's a good idea, but right now I would settled for how we can stop it."

"Yes, obviously," HR chuckled.

"How?" Cisco questioned.

HR sighed, "I don't know."

"We don't have a magic monster lasso," Cisco groaned in frustration.

HR suggested, "You know, we could—oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, I'm just observing—"

"No, please give us your wonderful ideas," I snapped, rolling my eyes. Why is this buffoon still in my lab? He's contributed nothing to the team.

He began to explain, "Well, on my earth we have ropes made out of carbon fiber. They are ultra-light but strong enough to pull a battleship just with that. Right? What do you think?" HR looked around the room, seeking approval from anybody that he could.

"Okay," I huffed, taking a sip of my peppermint tea. "I think that it's worth a shot." I looked at Cisco, and I instructed him, "Maybe start working on that in the workshop."

HR loudly exclaimed, "YES!" as he slammed his hands on the table next to Cisco, making him jump and then slow-blink out of frustration.

"Uh, there was something else that was weird though," Barry explained. "I saw it transformer explode as this thing pass by it."

Cisco and HR said at the same time, "That is weird."

"How's that?" Cisco asked, perplexed.