Ben 10
Author's Note:
I've looked over the reviews and seen what I need to improve. Thank you to all that gave me actual constructive criticism. I hope I can make use of it.
This is it. This is the finale for the 1st Summer Arc. Next volume is when all things will be different.
Edit : For everyone wondering what took so long. I needed to plot out and correct things for the story for from what everyone has said in the reviews.
I've the drafts for up to Alien Force. Now most of the time between updates will be for editing both past and future chapters.
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[̸̨̞̠̤̦̯̜͇͈͑̀̑͐͘Ụ̴̧̩̙̳͈͍̮͎̲͑͜͜͝p̴̨̢̛̯̲̖̫̝̥̣̻̝̯̱͕̊̆̉͐͋̇̃͛͝͝ͅl̴̖͎͔̹͕͓̱̗̙͑͆͂͂̀̇̕͜͜i̸̡̡͉̯̮͇͂̈́̈́n̶̡̛̫͓̮̞͈̮̖̞̲̘̠̫̝͍͓̔̀͌ͅͅk̴̖̱̝͙̙͋̏̔̆̆͗͆̒̒́̓̏̃͑̾̅̀͝ ̶̮̀̃̊͋̚͘m̶̪̑̿̑̊͗̊̀̀̈̈̄͒̑̃̈́̚͠ò̶̡̨̨̺̘͕̙̙̹̲̦͓̜͓̔̂̇̊̈́̈́̽̕͜d̵͔̳̯̪̙̟͑̀̓̇͐ủ̸̡̢͚̬̦̤̭̹͙̞͖̪̭̥̬͜l̸̮̈́̆͐͐͋͋͊̚e̵̥͉͕̳͚͛̎̑̏̑̐̓͂͆̕͠ ̴̛̦̞̱̹͔̞͕̲̯̯̂͑͐̿̄͐̑̅͆͊̎̀̾̾͝f̶̧̟̺̉̐̋͆̀̌̕ǫ̸̢̧̱̭͚̗͓̮́̀͆̌̃̂̔̏̋̌̈́̕͘͜͠͝͝u̸̗̦̼͔̭͍̻̗̹͔̘̞̅̋́̈̎͋̄̓̔ͅn̸̨̛̩͇̮̟̲̂̆͗̒̒̓̈͑́͂d̴̰̮̲̀͛̆̀͋̈́͠.̷̢̡̲̬̆͗̿̀͘̕]̶̢̜̼͖͇̤̙͚̟͎̅̄͂̓͗̍̒̅̕͠
̵̳̟̺̗̹̼͉͙̯̅̇̐̇̾̀̎͝
̵͖̰̦̺̮̗̟̦͎͉̍̃̏̄̈́̈́[̴̬͇̫̻̖̺̼̼̤̙̮̩̺̫̹͙͂͋̑̔͊̏̋̚Ű̸̢̨̡͈̱̺͇̥͓͇̭͎̮̄̀̎̀̃̀̌̓̅̔̕ͅp̷̧̧̜̥̩̹̦̪̟̐̏͗́͌͐̈́͜l̵̢̜̣̼͔͙͚̲̮͍̺̬̀͑̍͜í̸̬̂̓͆͌͆ṇ̸̡̩̣͇͈͔͉̳̬̯͖̐̀̄̃̆͆̇̏͝͠k̵̰͖̥͕̈́̏̇̚ ̷̞̠͕̩͔̻̯̝̃͋̒̇̓͆̓̏́͐̈́̏̚m̵̢̛̲͉̰͈̻̬̤͉̤̰̝̈̎͌̊͆͋̓͂̎͌͛ợ̵͎̭̹̮͖̗͕̹̻̪̦̜́͐̅̓͂̿͋͆̽̀̈́̚ͅd̴̡̡̧̡̛̦̻̥̱͔͚̥̲̺̳̟̐̂̾̆͘͜͝͝ͅṵ̴̧́͗͆l̶̨̢͖̣͙͔̹̖̪̰̝̞̳͙͝ͅͅͅe̸̡̬̱͇̜̫͙̠̥̙͔̼̪̰̽̌̔̈͜ ̵̡̥͍̭͕̼̉̃͌̉̌̅̌̉̀̅̑͂̓͋̂͘͝ȑ̴̞̮̘̩̜͖̻̤̦͖̯̿̇̊̋̾̈́̆̎̈́̕e̴̯̥͚̖͖͚̻͍͎͖͛̄̈́͐̋̄́̍́̚͘͝͝p̵̫̦̹̥̞̰̪̜̻̻̿͒̇̎ơ̵̯̙̤͛̈́̈́̄̋̏̉͆̈́͆̒̄̋̈́͑̕r̶͙̟̮̮̼̘̯̲̜̤̩̆̈́̋́̀͊́͌͝͠t̶̹̰̬̖͍̣̫͔̪͚̫̼́s̷̺̟̲̜̭͕͊̍̇͑̐̎̈́͆̋̋̀̒̇̇͘͜͠ͅ ̸̬̘̮̙̤͗̀̉́́̂͐͋s̶̛̱̤̼̙̦͔͙͕̄̄͜t̸̡͉̤̘͔̱͔̲͂̋͒͋̑̏̊̓̈́͗̾͂̂̀̚ǎ̸̧͉̦͚͓̝̪̳̖̟̪̦̻͈̖̱͊̊b̶̧̡̧̛̯̮̺̹̙̦̠̯̲̝͙̩̟͖͕̄͋̄͊͛̈́̈̅̃͑́͆͘̕̚͠͠i̷̟̠͕̳͉̪̿̓̒͐̽̊̓̓̃̇̔̕͜ḽ̷͖̙̜̜̰̬̩̞̲̖̰͕̫͇͒̊̔̈́̓̂̿͆̑͑͐̏̓͊͝ͅî̵͍̯̬͙̄͋̽̐̔̐̈́̓̽̐̌͊̈̃͐͛̚͜t̶̢̺͎̮̰͖̥̦̪̰̞͔̠͉͑ͅȳ̵̢̠̮͕͕̱̹̦̓̈̐̇̆͘͜ͅͅ.̵̧̛̯̙̠̞̹̘͇̫̪͈͓̤̦̱̰̰͆͌̓́͗̈͑͒͐̉͝]̸̡̡̡̘͚̪̫̝͔͊̈́̊
̴̨̡͚͍̲̼̳̺͈̻͎̈́̇̈́́͐̚[̸̧̼̦̦̩̱͖̰̙̭̼̳͍͐̋̌̈́̈́͗̈́̇̓͗̂͋͋̒͘͜͜͝O̷̢̡̨̘̺͇̬̺̙̘̒̄̿͌̑̒̆̅̃̃̎ͅp̸̧̠͕̼̖̠̭̱͚̥̑̊́͒͘ͅe̷͕̭̭̣͍̅̍͋͐̓̈́̚ŕ̴̛͖̩͚͗͊̒̾͐͊̀͒̾͐̕ạ̸̧̦̙̱̄͌̀̏͂͂͐̀̓͂̋̒́͝ͅͅt̷̨̨̛̻͍̪̦̝͔̹̾̿͗̀͒̏͂́̒͒̒̾̎̔͠i̷̥͇͎̭͓̟̭͇̰͊͗̿͊̀̇̉̃̓͒͆́̀̽͗͘͘n̵̡̛̺̫̥̒͂͊̾͐̏́̐̉̃̏̈̄̍́́͝ĝ̶͕̑́̿̕ ̵̺̘̠͍̤̺̭̀͘ĩ̸̐̅̏͠ͅǹ̷͉͙͔̱͉̦̦̭̦̼̜͈̠̀̃͛̉͊̕ ̴̛̰͇̣̙͕̺͍̄͗̀̿̐̽͆̄̅͆̕̕̕̚ͅK̸̢̨̛͓̯̪̜̮͍͓̮̘̞̳̘̖̰͛̓̔̃̌͐̑̾̈́̀̀͗͘͜͠ͅȩ̶̧͙̟̻͙̱̗̗͎̙̤̙̻̳͌͑̈́̏̉͆̄̐̓̆̕y̵̨̖̲͇̳͖͓̭̫̤̤̹͗͐w̶̧̜̩͇͇͚̉̀̀͗̄̈́̍͌͆̄͠͠͝ă̶̧͙̲̫̞͓̋̄͂̔̀̏̋̆͐̈́̀̀͠ͅy̶̛̞̜͍̔͛́̎̊̾̑̍̉͠͝ ̸̢̡͖̞͙̙͈̞͙̞̺̦̣̰̬͍͍̃̂̄̉̂̃̅̓̀̈̄̚͜ė̸̛͖̝̽̿́̇͐̀́̒͋̈̇̑͋̊̕͝x̴̹͗͊̂ͅp̸̢̡͇̬͔̦̫͎̠͓͔̘̘̣͉̒ͅé̴̢̡͉̜̞̼̰̩̰͌̉̋̏̽͗̊͑͌̅͗́̕͝r̸̺̝͖̮̥͊̀̋͛́̅͗̈́̄̓̅̄̑̏̕̕͝i̴̢̤̗͛̑̍̅͒͗͂͑̈́͐̔̊̇͘m̶̟̥̹͍̎̏̅̈́̅̈̆̒̍̆̎͐̍̇e̴̝͕̬͖̰̱̳͚͔̫̮̎̈̊̾͆̈́͐́̍̊̓̅͗͆̕ṋ̸̛̛̯͈͙̲͒̏͌̉̌̓͆̇̉͐̀̒͗̊͘͝t̸̡̛̪̠͖͓̘͕̗̜̾̾̀͒͆̈̐̈́͑͠ͅa̸̳͎͕̗̪̜̲̼̝̱͒͌̌́̔̃̈́̍͋͊̓͑̚͜ͅͅļ̷̡͓̜͙͖̬͓̳̲̫̰̲̩̼̲̋̀̉̍̈́͒̏͂́̿͜͝͝ ̴̨̢̦͈̞̱͂̌͋̈́̔̂͗̊̂̚̚̕͘͝m̴̢̜̗͔̦̳̻̠̲͈̠̤̉̏͑ͅó̶̧͚̥̘̯̬͉̭͉̰̿̍̔̕͘͝d̶̟̬̘̩̀̈́̐̔̀̌͆̂͘͠ȩ̴̖̺͍͇̹̰̫͙̭̼͉̥͙̙̯̃͋̐͒̉ͅ.̸̨͙̗̙̭͍̭̱͔̜̜͑̂]̸̯̩̲̠̘͎͖̑̓̇͋́́̃͑̕͜͠͝
̸̡̨̢̠̟͎̘͎̖̩̣̘͎͖̼̮̕ͅ
̸̡͍͎̜̠̬͓͓̮͚͕̽̀̀̈́̀͂̾̊͆̐̓̆̓͠[̴̪̻̩̦̗̍́͆Ķ̵͓̪̲͙̩̩͒̋͋̌̉͂̾̌͂̈́͐̅̽̄͑̈́̇̚ę̶̧̢̢̢̛̟̫͎̫̘͔̟̹̹̼̘̩̽͒̌̈̾y̵̞̼̏̍͂̀ẘ̵̮̳̲̻̠̰̗̖̣͇̥́̅̋̈́̓̅̉̅͝ä̷̧̢̱̹̭͚͉̥͍̹̦͎͉̼͈̮̅̅̌̈́̑̇̎́́̿̓̽y̵̢̡̛͎͙̱͙̜̤̖̖̼̹̦͍̜̎̀̄̀̅̚͜͝͝͝ ̶̠̞͔͖̞͚̈́̏̔͘m̸̢̛͎̜͎̞̬̍̉̇͆̎͑͗̿̾̒̾̿̌̕ō̴̡̡͙̲͕̤̳͉̟̗̲̩̝͔d̷̳̹͎͚̞̩̍̾̍͠ḝ̷̡̯̙̻͍͈̖̝̻̘̖̟̥͑ ̷̯̩͎̱̲͎̄̈́͠ͅŗ̵͎̠̩̣̫͈̔͐͂̐̓̃̍̚ẻ̶̡̧̛̗͚̥̖̟̞͔̙̖̪͍̤̫̼͌͆͛̊̎p̶̣̻͓͖̪͑́̔͗̓̔͌̐̾͠o̷̡̻͓͓͉̟̬̘̭̐͑͂̆̀̃̀̃͛̕͝r̵̨̢̞͙̩͙̼̠͇̩͍͎͌̽̀̈́̊̋̿̽̈́͒̊͗͗̈͝t̵̘͕̲͍̩̮̳͈̱͇͒̌̔̄̅̈́͐̋̇̉̆͘͜ͅͅͅs̸̛̛̗̓̀͒̎̃̀͗̀̉͋͆͊̇̕͝ ̴̥̦̥̞̤͈͍̝͑̑̾͆̌̂̓͊̉͐͠b̵͖̳̰̭͓̙̦̽́͊r̴̢̆́̐͐͐̒̾͂̒̿̄͗͌̀̚͠a̵̘̘̰̟͋̾̂̈́̉̽̒̌͂͆͋̊̓̽̐͠͠n̴̡̡̧̛͍̭̪̦͎̯̞͔̦͇̜̪͈͋̈́̓͑͌͆̄̀̏̑̍͜ę̶͈̬͍͈̪̱̣̞̫̱͇͚͎̥̀̿͜ ̵̫̥̋̌̌͐̌̄̆͗̓̆̌̕͝p̶͎͚͚͍̤̻͇͙͚͓̜̟̞̅̆͛̇̓̓͛̆͘e̸͉̲͈̩̲͖͉͒̈́́̉̂̂̒͠n̷͚̫̬̟͍͎̻͖͇̜͓̫͋̌̉͌̈̄̅̋͊̉̊̅̀̌̕̚͝e̸̳͕͖̜̪̭̦̦̣̮͓̳̯̩̒̍͊̇̚̚ţ̸̨̯̘̹̬͇͈̹̱̥͙̗̬̬̰͉͇͆̀̀̓̿͌̉̄͝r̶͉͙̤̤̓͂̓͆́̆̌̀͆̋̇̓̚ą̶̰̤͔̟͕̭̱̹̠̺͈̉̎͊̀͒̔t̷̲̰̖͎̟̠̺̫̻̙̰̋͑̈́͌̌͊̊̊́̏̏̆̃́̚͠͝͝i̶̛̮͙̤̣͗̅̍͂͌̿̋̏̀̓̉̃͂͗̕͠ͅo̵̘̘̿͋̒̋̈̎͒̽̀́̃̊͊͝ṉ̷̛͉̜̗͈̟̩̭̲̋͆́̈́:̷̮̺̓̿̈́̀̾̋̽̕͘ ̸̧̠̹̦̺͔̌͑͗͊͗́͛̒͑̏̐̽̉̅̃̋͌͠A̵̢̛̭̬̙̭͆̇̇̍͌̐̓͂́̾̍̚̕C̸͈̟͔̘̟̥͔̞̬̃̓͒͌̈́͌͐͆̓̈́͗̓͂̃̑͝͝T̸̢̯͙̦̘͓͈̬̥͚̰͓͙̳͂͌ͅĮ̵̛̛̦̫̺͊̅͗̐̏̿̀̑͗̿͌͂̆͝͝͝V̵̨̭͉̥̱͖̥̭̿̈́Ė̶̢̡̉̄̑̏͑.̴̭͚̻̺̥̗̺͈͓̣̈́͋̌̿̄̿͋̉͛̇̈́̓ͅͅ]̸̡̡̝̼͉̝̺̮͙̺̙̙̣͚͚̩͂̒͂̒
̵̩̟͚̍̈́̅͋͗͝ͅ
̶̡̡̢͎̲̫͇͉̝̘̠̰̃͆͂͂͐̿̎́͜͜[̴͍̻̫̬̯͙̪̦̣͇͙͖̮͍̓͂́S̶̡̬̺͕̏̽͗̓̓̾̓̄͛̀͒̈͑̽͘i̶̛͈̥̹͐͋̿̆̽̓͐̏͠g̵̢̣̼̥͚̳͚̘͐̈́̓̏̏̑̄̊ṋ̷̢̭̠̠͎̜͍̥̰͚̜̳͓̜͉̇̅͗̑̑̅̎̓̒͒̀̿̕̚͝͝a̴͖̪̯̎̀l̴̡̛̞̜͕̦̻̬̼̥̪͍̻̙͈̻̥̺̿̇̓̏̓́̀͋̕͠ͅ ̴̡̟͕͚̺̲̤͉̹̥̿̀̓͋̽̍̑͐̾̑͌̈́͐̄͛̈̕͜͝R̸̗̹̼̪͖͕̼̲̣͇̠̔̊ȩ̴̨͎̥͍̜͎͕̻̺͎̤̹̬̐̂̀̂̐͑c̷̼̼̾̍̏̍͝ȩ̵̻̤͎̘̤̻͉͐̒̿̈̾́̃͛̃͛̉̕i̵̥̣̻̦̣̩̞̍̇̈͛͒̃̓v̷̛͍̎̿͐̎̀̃̚͜ͅe̴̡̛̛͎̘̘̱̜͈͈̞̅̈́͒̒̽̆̉̂̆̈́̕d̶͙̤͓̝̭̟͍̐̅̀̐̀̈́͂̀́̈́͠.̶̨̨̨̢̲͉̖̣̼̥͉̦̗̂͗̆̑̈́͆̓̀͌̎̇͂͜͜]̷̮̞͔́̔̊̐̆̒̇̍̐̃̋̏́͘͘͠͝
"Ah... So you are one that is imbued with the power the universe... Able to weave and tear the Multiverse to your whims at the click of a button or tapping into the spark... An interesting combination, indeed.... Young 'Ben Tennyson' ."
W-Who are?!
"And who knows, maybe the next time we meet, you will surpass what was originally set before you and become a legend amongst legends."
wait , What ?
"Or will you also fade away like countless others? Who knows.... Let's see how you fare in our small world, child...."
Hold on-
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I almost leap out of my bed. I gaze around my room in disorientation and general confusion for a couple seconds.
As my breath slowly comes back to normal levels fit for a human being, my mind is filled with questions about that .... "dream".
Despite the knowledge that it would somehow become important for later in someway, I decided to put it out of my mind for the time being.
I got more use my time for things that can be done.
Like what the hell I'm going to do now I have the Omnitrix and the first impossible summer of heroism is over.
Over the many adventures that happened in the short time span of three months Grandpa, Gwen and I solved numerous mysteries, saved hundreds of lives, faced countless impossible situations. All without prompt from me or being affected by the Butterfly effect.
Everyday , sometimes when it's calm , every two weeks , there would be a world city leveling attack and every month a world ending event.
I can't waste time that can be used to save the world, much less the universe, in middle school.
I need to skip school right the fuck now.
Get a GED, a legal emancipation , move into Billions tower until I can build my personal Headquarters with the help from Eddie.
I need to find a new path. I am literally wasting my life away over a fucking "canon".
I have Master Control.
I have access to unlimited resources.
Let's see what I can with it.
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For two straight weeks , when not doing whatever phase my parents are interested in, my chores or planning I had nothing to do.
The worst part is that I couldn't find anything productive to do during this time.
Studying like a good little boy is out of the picture when one actually understands the workings of alien technology. Exercise at my age can only be so much. YouTube doesn't exist yet. Video games can only be played so many times.
I could... I could call Grandpa Max.
I always was close to him but only see him so many times. He'll be in Bellwood for a few days for now...
I just think.... and ....
I got a vague but insistent sense of something from my wrist to my skull, and followed by the sense of being asked a question.
When I did nothing, unsure how to react, it repeated.
"Yes," I said.
Nothing. It repeated.
I tried thinking 'yes' at it.
And promptly lost all of my senses as for a long, terrifying moment I was floating without sensation in silent darkness, utterly isolated.
Then my senses came back and I was lying on the floor with an aching hip, head, and shoulder where I must have hit.
< Connecting to "Grandpa Max">
*Beep*
< " Hello ? " >
Huh.
< "Grandpa? It's me Ben...">
And I just talked ....I don't really know what about. No Hero-In-Need situation. No Plumber Work. I don't know really know. I talked to him like how I used to.
It was ... nice.
It was sad that that it had to end.
<"I'm so sorry, sport, it's an emergency that Wes and I have to deal with personally,">
<"Are you sure you don't need… help?"> I implied as heavily.
<"No Ben. You've given so much already. Your Grandpa can handle it."> he replied almost instantly.
I could only chew on my lip a bit before I relented. When I ... "Hanged up", I had to wonder...
How much of my "maturity" was from the beamed knowledge in my head and how much was me...
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Later that week
Middle school is small, rather silent in terms of everything.
I'm only realizing this now.
Obsession really blinds one.
Normal classes, normal social groups, and really, just a regular day..... Well, as normal in a world filled with villains/hostile at every turn or moment, waiting to ruin it all.
And honestly.... Was today really any different than whatever past life I lived , just more mundane?
Well no but....
Ų̴̢̨̛͈̹͕͇̭̖͕̲̭͙̘̮̞̟̭͎̲̗̘̺͙̼̳̝͌̀̔̍̑͆̀̂̂̌̀̑̏̏̐̓̏̆̀̃̔̒̑͗̌̅̍̀̃͗̌́̒͛͠͝͝s̶̨̡̡̛͖̘̥̘̳̟̰̟̦̮̩̰͕̙͇̯͙̪̟͈͈̫̦͙͓̫̹̻̩̖͉͕̹̞̗̰̒̔̂̎͂͊̈́̀̋͋̀̏͐̔͗̊͊̈̉̐͑̈͆͋̂͊̏͂̓̽̇̋̚̚͜͠e̵̢̧̢̞͓̥̤̳͔̬̞͙̦͕̖̹̼͖̼̜̩̙̞̿͐̀̅̑̉͊̃̎͊̾̅̉͑̄͆̌̽̓̂̐͂͌͊̔͒̆̃͐̈́̓̉͛̄̈́̋̅́̋̚̚͝͝ͅṛ̷̢̹͚̽͗͆ͅ ̸̢̢̨̖̪͎̣̺̙͔̞̦͈̥̣͓͇̣̭̙͓̟͖̙͉͔̙̘͍̣͆͑̎̈́̈́̂̊̍̋̀̈́͐̍̇̚͝W̴̡̢̛̲̝̫̗̹͈͖͕̪̯̩̯͖͈͔̹̱̻̫̥̠̖̥͓̤̠̱͎̲̲̺̣̿͊̍̍̑̈́͛́̊̆̆̀̑̇̃́̀̒̔̐͗̄͒̍̈́̿̇͆̊̉̿͌̊͊̿̌̉͘͘͜͜͝ã̶̜̝̖͛͐͌̀͒̾̈́̎͌͌̏̒͒̔͠r̷̡̧̜̱̟͉͙̅͜ņ̸̢̛̝̠̦̱̲̘̠̤̰̟͈̖̭̹̼͈̟͇̤̱̥̭̣̈̃̈͗̀̀̽̔̓̋̓̄̒̑̆͐̀̐̂̇͒̃̌̈́̚̕͜͜͝i̷̧̛̪͔͍͎͈̪̗͙̮̲̙̼͈̥̰͐͋̐̽̓̍͌̇̇̄͂̊̊̈́̾̏̑̒͂̐́͐͝n̶̨̡̢̛̛̛̛̞̪̞͈̻̠̝̙͓̻͇̲̻̙̭̗̯̞̰̫̝̫̥̗̼̜̮̺͊͑̾͆̀͌͗̑͋̈́͐̋̋̌̓̆͒̃͗̽̿̐͊́́͐̐͂̄̎͘͜͠͠͝ģ̶̛̦̣̪͕͊̆̽̎̎͑͆̈̂̊͐́͋̓̌̇̉̃̈́̽͐̓̍̌͊̅̏͗̓̒̅͛̐͂̐̕͘͝͝͠:̴̡̨̗̠̖͉̦͇̝͎̘̹͔̘̦͚̤̤͉͐́͐̏͌͌̀͂̉̐͗̆̇͌̋͗͐͐͜͝ ̵̧̢̢̹͙̭̭̻̦̟̼̣̹͚̱͇͍͕̖̫̭͙͈̠̠̥̖̖͔̺̤̝̟̹̠̹͑̿̐̇͗̽̄̋̊̅̔̊̑̆̄̿͂́͋̈́͒͆̊́͜͜͠͝ͅͅN̸̨̨̢̧̨̨̬͖̲̬̮̼̹͈̰̖̺̮̖̞͉̲͈̫͎̱͌̀ǫ̵̧͙͇̙͖̹̒͂̐̑̋̐̐͆͋̋̒̽͊̂̆̊̑͑̌́͌̂̈́̑̅̀̕͘͘̚͘ͅ ̷̧̞̙̘̱͚͚̙̥͍̜͙̮̞͇̼̗̟̱̫̤̱̪̻̹̯͈̦̞͕̰̱̝͑͝ͅͅm̷̧̪̭̙̯̲̳̙͓̤̓͑̐͆̉͗̏͆͑̃̓̐͗̂͂̒̃̊͌͌͒̔͂̋̆͋̾̽͋̋͘͘̕͠͝͝i̸̦̳͈̘̟̇̋͆̀̍̋́̀͒̒̂͊͐̈́̎̅͗̌͐͊́̀͆̔͛̂́̎̊́̽̚͠ͅn̸̡̨̘̖͙̳̪̠̰̞̗̯̱̫̩̻͖̞̗͔̳̞̥̥͔̠͗̃́̓̍̋͊͌̃̔͒͋̈́͊͆͛́̾͐͆́͘̚͘͜͠ͅd̸̨̧͎̞͓̫̜̥͈̣̠̠̞͔͚͖̘̺̞̜̤̂̆͊͒̈́̇̾͜s̵̩̮͕̼̫̞̘̬͓̹̳̩͙̟͕̖̮̞͔̫̈́̓̊̇̾̄̍̍̋̋͑̆͛̽̈́̐͂̃̇́̇̓̾͐͗͘̚̚͘͜͜͝͠͝ͅͅţ̶̟̠̠̠̘̗̪͇͈̙̬̳͈͔͓̗̣̥̜͚̻͍̗̫̫̪̪͖͇̞̼͙͔̣̬̈́̊̏͌̍͋̎̆̂͒͛̌̆́̈́̂̽̌́̒̃͘͝͝a̷̧͖͉͇͖̫̣̬͙̖̯̗͕̖̾͌̆̊̄̎͛͌̔̃͌̓̉͒̾̄͂̃͂̿̅̔̈͆̿́͌͂͘̕͝͝t̸̡̡̧̨̖͙͎͓̫̳͚̩̙͍̘̟̭͎͎̭̺̺̥̳̬͓͓͓͙͓̠̜̬͍̟̺͕̲͍̓̏͐̇̇̏̂̒̒̓̋̓́͆̊͛̎͒̅̂͒̍́̉̎́̏́̆̋͛̕̚͜͜͝e̸̥͓̰̼͓͈͙̳͈̲̞̪͂͋̔̎͘͜͝ͅ ̶̛̙͓̮̗̝͇̪̪̤͔̪̖͕̩̞̩̠͕̆̅͜͝͠c̵̛͉̗̳͎̟͛́̈̽̏̽͂̇̾͗̆͂̈́̓̾͌̈́̄͗̿̆̾̓́̄͐̅́̓̍̽̿̾͂̐̈̍̕͝͠͝à̷͔̺͍̦͉̺̗̗̬̥̟̘͕͇̜̎̏͌̋̈́̓̐̒̑̇͘̕͝ṕ̴̧̢̡̝͎̦͓̞̞̲̝̹͉͉͖͕͍̙̹̫̜̪̗̤͙̰̼̖͙̓̍̐̈̿̉̿͗̂͗͐͐̈̓̃͂̀̑̀̓̆̈̄́̔͆̈́̅̚͘̕̕͝͠͝͠ą̷̛̻̗̹̗͎̮̮̟̻͎̮̟̔̏͑̑͐̊̃͑͒͆͆̏̉̅́̀̽͗̔̒̏̂̄͆̒̿̈͊͗͝b̴̨̳͇̱͕̗̲̤͍̼̯͗̒̈̄͌̎̽͂̌̚͜͠ľ̴̢̡̨̧̟͎̜̞̯̲͇̲̙̠͓̺͈̬̱̼̺̥̤̩̬̰͇̞̮̣̘͖̪̹̰̘̮̔̉̿͌̍̓͗͆̄̓̆͗͆̒̾̑̅̈̿͋̏̈̚͜͝͝͠ͅę̷̧̡̛̼̼̯̝̖̤͚̺̩̼̝̮̼̞̠̞͙͍͓̳̗͇̞͕̰̼͍̜̫̮̣̖̼̪̅̌͂́̃̽̒͑̾̀̏̈́͗̿̄̾̿͌̿͆̇̊̾̈́̔͒̐̚͘͜͜ ̵̢̧̧̥̦̫̗̤͓̭̜̦̼̖͍͎̯̪͎̫̣̮̭̞͙̭̺̙͚̗̹̹̤̰͙͆͑̎̉͐́̿̇̓̐̈́͒͛̃́͂́̓̂̾̌͒̉͌̎̐̐̈́̈́͗̀̉͂̈̕͝ͅͅt̴̙̖͔̂́̀̊̾̂̈͑̇̍̈́̏̈́͑́̋̽͛̀̀͌̃̐̍́͊̉͝͠͝͝ŗ̶̛͚͇̣̪̲͓͙̲̠̱̣̈́͒̈́̊͑͆̓̿̾̏̒̏̂̕͜͝͠ͅa̶̢̡̢̙̰̰͙͉̜̞̻̗̫̹̤̲͎̺̯̱͍̞̎́̀̈́̓̒͒̈́͆͗̑̓̊̀̔͂̀̚̕͠͝ͅn̸̡̮̳̔ş̴̨̡̢̛̯̻̤̳̠̘̥̬̺̦͈̤̮͚͙̩̮̖̤̜͙̤̞͎̘̲̞̃́̀̽̆̅̽͊͌̐̀̃̀̈̅̓̽̐̄̅̉͗̄̉̓̇̄̆̾̀̓͒͑͆͑͌͘͜͠͝͝ḿ̶̢̯͇̫̤̝̖̤͙͈͚͈͕̜͙̈́̋̄͆͑͒̈́̅̽̉̌͛̋̃̾̕͘͝͠ì̶̢͎̙̪̣̺̲͚̜͚̫̘̦̤̘̞͓̙͔̮͈̪̜̱̺̹̺̘̠͖͓̻̻͍̈́̇̔̇̊̿̀̍̈̕͜͜͜͝͠ͅş̵̛̛͚͒́̂͆̇͆͐̿̒̀̌̈́́̿̽͒̓͆̌̀͗̑s̴̡̧̢̯̦͉̠̟̱̭͓͓̞͓͚̠̼̼͚͈͖͇͈̥̭̤̰̩̘̞͓̩̩̩̈̇̽͂̒͆̐͋̇̂̽̕į̴͈̥͕̳͎͕͕̞͉̟̖̤̭̹̣͓͓͋̒͒̋͆͂̀̌̎̉̍̏̓̑̈̈̾̊̈́͒̍̔̓̏͐̈́̓̉̃͆͘̚͝͝͝ͅo̴̢̢̧̙̠̰̝̞̘̠̲̖̞̜̫̤̠̦̰͕̫̓͒̐͊n̷̨̢̢͓̰̹͔̲̦̗̩͇̗̩͇͙̪̗͇̠̪͇̓̄̓̀͗̍͒͂̿͌̅̒̐̓̌̎̓̚͘̚͘͜͜͠ ̵̡̡̧̛̛̛͕̩͕̦̲̺̳̼͙̖͕̣̄̅̃͊͛́̽͑̃͂̉̈̾̀͊̉̈́̈́͆͑͒̈́́̏̐̈́̈̉̓̀̓́̀͘̕͝͝n̸̙̰͙̝̞̺͗͆̓̅͑͒̂͋̄̑̒̔̎͋̐̚̚͘͘͝e̴̛̻̗̪̖̙̺͖͇͚̊́͋̊̇̾̅̿͗͛̿̇̇̽̉̏̚͝͝ṯ̵̨͍̞͎͓̞̮̲̖͖̝̎̿̇w̷̨̨̧̠̬͔̼̲̼͈͕̜͈͎̤̤̦̗͖͓̲̮͇͔͍͉̘̽͂̍̀̎͑̿̔̈́̈́̈̚͜͠ͅơ̴̛̬̺̻̗̄̿̀̿͒̾̔̃̆̔͌͗̊͛̔̏̍̇͛̆͒̌̑͒͒̽͒̅͒̉̄̓̕͠͝r̵̨̨̨͖̰͎̪̦̝̭̱̗̬̟̞̻̄͑̈̒͂̇͊̓͌̈́̿͂͊̂̐͊͗͠ķ̶̢̨̛̪͍̝̻̰̘̻̯̫̞̳̻̠͈̫̞͙̠̟̱̹̱̘̹̿̀̿̏̍͆͊̀͗̌̅̿̍̆̽̀̃̒̓͆̊̐̒̍̑͊̑͊̓͛́̊͌̓̍̍͛͠͠͝ ̸̧̨̧̢̧̛̻̦̩̞̪̜͕̥͉͍͕̳̟̣̣̱̭̺͕̝͎͉͒̉̓͆̀̓̏̃̎͒̈́̌͌̐̏͂͂̄̾̂̃̊̋͗̽͊͗͘͘͝͠͠ͅď̷̡̮̻̬̠̹̰͉͙̜̿̍̇e̴̢̤̤͖͈͇͔͇͈̱̫͕̥̞͍͙͍̍̆̀̉̋̄̿̿̈́̌̍͛̈́͛͊̌̄͌̓͋̓̽̽̚͜͜͠ṱ̶̡̡̛̲̞̪̬͔̥͚̥͕̐̂͐̽́̄̀́̌̿̆̉̃̎̕͜ͅȩ̵̨̡̧̛͓̱̘̰̘̻̖̣̫͔̲̬̹̠̯̩͈̝͎̯̻̼̹̤̦̠̳̳̝͈̼̹̣͒̋͛͌͛̎̎͐̊̑̃͐̏̇̎̽͆͒̽̏̊̄̏̃͒̃͋̚͜͠ͅͅç̷̬̯̱̦͈̖̰̖̻͙̟̬̒̿͐t̴̨̨̧̪̪̞̻̼͖͓̗̗͈͇͎̤͕͔͈͉̘͇͖̆́͆͗͊e̵̼̝̮͖̠̦̪̲̦͚͔̭͙̠̗̗̜̣̒̿͆̾̾͛́̽͒̈́̉̈́̈́͗͆͋̒̇̐̋͛̌̎̾̾͗͂̕̕͘͜͝͝͠͝ͅḑ̸̠̜̻̮̠̬͉̜͇͓̠͎̠͇̳͙͙͚̳̝͈̮̫̩͉̣͉͇̙̦̾̐̽͋̐̋̐̍͗͆͌̌̇̕̕̚͜͠.̷̢̠̣̜͚͍͖̝̤̥̞̬͉̙̹̣̙̺͓̗̞͔̬̜͙̔̿͂̎͛̆̈́́̄̊̀̀͂̒̽̄͆́͆̐̊̓̉̀̒̀̄̔̆̑́̋̕̕͘͜͝͝ ̸̢̧̛̙͓̦̤̘͔̣̣̰͚̯̫̪̘̻̭͇̮͔̭̤̺̥͍̤͖̯͚̱̐̋̓̍̊̀̄̉͊͗̀͛̇͑̒̓͐̿̓̑́̀͋̏̆́̎͂̀̽̿̔̉̍̕̚̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͝ͅ
I'm not sure ...
Hm.
I shake my head to clear the sudden migraine.
Today was the first day of the rest of your life.
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He adjusted to his minor growth-spurt and not many people seemed to notice much at all not even his own parents, especially since he wouldn't see any classmates after everything was done.
Then I got my first assignment on my first day.
How does one explain there heroic adventure without sounding lame or so unbelievable to the everyone ?
Like seriously ? First thing back is to write a essay about my summer....
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One would think trying to get all the documents and work done both in school and the government would be impossible.
Not the case .
Any parental involvement is a non factor with literally alien graphic design techniques for forged signatures, voice overs and deep fakes. In the early 2000s.
Yeah.
Math tests means nothing to a alien supercomputer.
Science and Literature were breezes.
With all the bonus credits from sports and clubs, I just have to make sure I get the diploma in mail before Carl or Sarah see.*¹
I still have the GED scheduled this week just in case.
I plenty of different goals. Aiming to reach my full potential. To save as many lives as possible. To .... have fun.
I sometimes forget I'm ten again.
I believe in hard work.
I want to appreciate life as much as possible.
I don't know about much about my past but I know that I have to make it mean something.*
I know it's a gift.
The world around us are only here for a short time, we just have to enjoy it.
Or else they are gone forever.
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" You know I'm still fighting those fossils from Big Pharma , right ?"*²
I honestly blanked out mid way in his rant when he started ranting. Honestly, my "friendship" with Billy was based on vaguely being around him for his rants. Whether I was listening or not didn't seem to matter since I didn't interrupt or mock him.
" Impossible? Impossible? A ten old came up with chemical structure. One that wasn't me !"
" Yeah yeah. You better get me results."
He was giving me capital to save the world until I legally have the ability to hold stock and bonds , reap the royalties from the copyright of "Alien Heroes"*³ and the patents that I was involved with.
"More tests ? More Tests ?! As if my genius would not see a flaw -"
When he gets like this I just put a list or contract for what I need from him to quicken the pace.
*⁴ BI funded MIT scientists. PMCs, contracted free lancers , cooperative employees from different partnerships for a newly bought properties in the old industrial sectors of Bellwood.
On paper , Its a new facility for the DIAL think tank to work from to churn out more results when it gets revealed for its involvement in the latest scientific research.
Calling Eddie ahead to design the facilities in... a specific way.*⁵
My prototype headquarters is, heh , ahead of schedule.
On reports for BI lawyers , there were discussions on new projects including advanced airports as well as the promotion of new information technology.
If it does well enough (scoff) I could expand it to include more land.*⁶
So many plans for the future.
Really , I'm very grateful to Billy what he's done for me and for the world.
Damn I now kinda feel bad.
I've treated everyone but Grandpa and Gwen like extras when their just like me. Gotta make it up to him. I have some ideas I should to run by him.
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3rd POV
During the weekends that Grandpa Max was free, they meet up and see how everything was going. Especially with certain... developments.
Max pulled the Rustbucket into an old construction sight lit only by the adjacent city lights and the moon above them, just passed the gates and out of sight as they needed somewhere that nobody could see them from; there was nothing but a long fence and a massive lake out in front of them as they piled put of the mobile vehicle, "How should we do this?" Gwen asked, looking around at the large concrete pillars and piles upon piles of stone slabs.
Max stroked his growing beard for a moment as he spotted some smaller rocks, picking up two into his hands as he looked down at them formulating a regiment in his head, "We'll start small, a series of tests to-" before he could finish, Ben had already approached a large stone pillar coming up from the dirt. It was about the thickness of the average lamp-post, in fact that's probably what it was going to be before he threw a right-straight punch through it, concrete and dust flew into his face as the rest of it collapsed in front of him, hitting the dirt with a muffled thud.
"Ben!?" Gwen shouted as she ran head-first into the thin cloud of smoke, as he stared out at the water behind the pillar he'd just toppled reflecting moon-light into his eyes, his breath shrouded his face in steam as she brought her eyes down and looked over his knuckles, running her fingers over the skin to get the concrete dust out of the way and he was totally unscathed, "You're okay?"
"I feel great, it didn't even sting a little…" Ben noted as he approached a large iron construction beam, as hesitant and frightened as Max and Gwen were watching him grip it, they weren't expecting him to lift it above his head with only a grunt and his bare hands; his sneakers dug into the ground when he turned as it swung through the air, had they been three feet closer it would have taken their heads off. He faced the water before stepping back and launching the beam like a javelin with both hands, sending it nearly a hundred feet away over the fence and into the water, "I wonder if I can fly or shoot heat-beams from my eyes," he turned on a dime and stared intently at a metal beam behind him, narrowing his eyes for several long seconds, before finally exhaling in defeat, "Probably not."
Gwen grazed her hand over one of the iron beams he'd just lifted, he was stronger than she was now, even with her Keystone of Bezel amping her muscle density and reflexes; once she felt like this would have burned her with fury from the inside with rageful jealously but, now it actually relieved her a bit. He could handle himself better, even without the Omnitrix to rely on, he was safer now and that's all that mattered to her. However, her roots were her nature as she suddenly thought about all the magic she could have been learning, all the spells she could be mastering; she couldn't let herself fall behind and now she would have even more time to focus on those things with Ben being more capable of being a hero alone.
She found Ben grabbing a long iron-rod with both hands at equal intervals so he could bend it with relative ease, only furrowing his brow a bit as he pretzeled the metal-bar, showing it off to Gwen and Grandpa before tossing it behind him.
"What do you think?" Ben turned to Max who only scratched the back of his neck, looking out at the iron beam sticking a quarter of the way out of the water over the fence; not sure exactly what to say about his new abilities.
He gave a long sigh as Gwen turned around to face them, looking down only a few inches into Ben's eyes and put a hand on his shoulder, "I think you're going to need to start taking better care to control your strength, you could break things by mistake, prompting questions from your parents we don't really have answers to," this left him to glance down at his shoes in minor disappointment, the obvious with 'great power comes responsibility' and all that. He had been hearing that speech since he was ten years old and he was so sick of it, shrugging his shoulder free of his grandfather's grip.
"I've been handling more power than anyone on the planet for months, I know how to manage keeping my strength a secret…" he spat with a bit of attitude, folding his arms.
Max only took a single step back, clearing his throat as he glanced back at Gwen who only shrugged in response, "I didn't mean to offend you, I just want you to know to be careful, I'm always going to care, Ben."
They watched him take a long exasperated deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth, calming his nerves for a moment as he turned to face the water and shoved his hands in his pockets, "Sorry, I guess it might not be as easy to control as I thought."
Gwen took a step forwards and wrapped her arm around his shoulder.
" You'll get it just fine."
After a moment, he passed them both as he stepped back into the Rustbucket prompting them to follow him as Max took his rightful seat in the driver's position, starting the engine, "We'll see…" Ben shrugged once again only this time at Gwen as he sat in the booth, her not even realizing that she instinctively followed him, sitting down across from him as they looked out at the minor wreckage they were leaving behind having relatively tested his strength but, it wasn't anything severe enough to warrant guilt.
Ben stared out the window at the bay as they left it in their rear-view, slowly coming to the realization that they just proved he had super-powers, real super powers that weren't dependent on a random device, mostly out of his control, working properly. Maybe now he could become a more successful hero and still avoid losing himself in his ten-thousand aliens in the future.
His brow furrowed unintentionally staring out at the damage he'd done in deep thought, and he probably didn't even notice but, Gwen had noticed from across the table, turning to look away as he felt her right foot wrap around his left one. Ben glanced across the table and she didn't look back at him but, her hook around his foot only got tighter just showing him that he had her support with him no matter where they went or what would happen.
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1st POV
RRRIIINNNG! RRRIIINNNGGG! RRRIIINNNGGG!
The shrill of the school alarm rang out as everyone within the classroom jolt in surprise and look rather alarmed at the sudden emergency bell that just rang. You look around from your spot in faint dread.
Intercom: "There is a weather emergency in progress. We are going into lockdown until-"
I was gone before I even realized it at a impossible speed for any normal human being in this universe.
Noticing the route I take while running to school every morning, it looks like it's heading somewhere near the [world ending event] stage.
Bing bing bing bing bing!
A electronic jingle echoes in my head as my watch vibrates on my arm.
It says "Unknown Caller".
"I don't have time to talk right now" is what I say to the person calling me. "What if I could change that?" the person asking me says.
Despite it looking like God decided to speed up the apocalypse Old Testament style ,All I focused on the fact that despite the fact a few months passed by and despite all the bells and whistles I put in , I've still haven't added a time stamp to the the Omnitrix HUD .
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What most don't know is that almost any natural disaster or random weather of note is that it usually has the energy of a dozen rouge tactical nukes sent in one area or widespread .
If the city hits the storm , it create massive amounts of damage after destroying Bellwood nation wide before it dissipates. As I was contemplating on how to reduce collateral damage and save as many lives as possible as quickly as a possible , a cold electronic monotone voice echoed throughout.
"Today's Forecast calls for destruction."
With a flash of green energy, he had already shifted into Wildmutt after the fact and was wildly pouncing around to find anyone in danger and sniffed the air, immediately stiffening. There was a pretty distinct metallic smell coming from deep in the - My canine body is already in rabid movement to the injured from trained instincts experienced from the past months of constant heroism in last summer.
They keep on dragging you, with your body resisting, emotions running wild and blood pumping to a very fast degree until.... Until....
Instantly changing into in the dark blue reptilian speedester , I save those that survived the initial impact and those that can be saved as quickly and safely as possible in the time remaining.
You know what.
They finally got you where they want you...
And you do what you always do, ignore the screams and give it your best shot to be the ultimate badass.
-
You snap.
Super speeding onto the nuke with pincers.
Slapping his tail onto the ground multiple times in agitation with enough force to crack the ground, he closed his eyes and shifted from XLR8 to Grey Matter, taking a moment to overcome the sense of vertigo that the sudden shift in perception brought to calculate the best course of action.
This is a natural disaster with nothing natural about. There is no rhyme or reason. There is no strategic value only attacking public areas that will gain publicity with stupid weather quips-
Of course.
I've been so arrogant. In doing things quicker , more "efficient" that I never looked at the coincidences that happened because of that "immaturity" or luck. Certain like due to never being stuck with fighting Animo or Kevin means I did things quicker and missed things that needed that time
Like the creation of a sentient weather controlling machine.
Then back after figuring everything out I immediately transformed into Buzzshock to be able to sense the electric disturbances and molecule movement then back to to the lizard Speedy Gonzales in that direction then into something different as I'm about to make contact.
Then Upgrade.
He reached out and held his rounded-fingers out, letting the droplets glide over his circuit-boarded skin although it didn't bother him, it was strange since it didn't rain on the Moon where the Galvan cultivated the Mechamorph species, the sensation that he was feeling wasn't something any other of his kind ever really could. That was what the Omnitrix was originally designed for, the ability to live and walk a mile in the shoes of other species in the Universe, to hopefully bring knowledge to different perspectives and opinions, to bring understanding to all life.
I'll have to use it to save Bellwood.
As the nanoparticles bond into the atoms of the machine and it's will and power become my own , as I'm almost assured of my victory , I realize that it was never even trying to fight. It had already accomplished its task.
It wasn't just targeting Bellywood.
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Note:
*¹ Ben's Parents. They in canon prefer Ben to call him by their first name when he was a kid as some part of some new age thing in raising kids at the time.
*² Remember when I mentioned Ben finding a cure for cancer with Grey Matter ?
Realistically, getting it out there would not be easy even if you were Bruce Wayne levels of wealth and influence. It takes give or take 5 years of testing by both the company and FEDA and that is if their are no rival companies bribing lobbyists/politicians to slow down the process even further. Then there are the sceptics that will think its a trick to test a experimental drug / trick to make a quick buck , those who think it is natural to die painfully from an previously incurable disease and religious zealots. That's why its not such an big impact... yet. If / When I make it to the AF timeline you'll see how this will change things.
*³ That episode "Alien Buddies" never happened due to this Ben getting ahead of the curve with Billy as I mentioned earlier. A little bit of the changes due to certain decisions that will affect him in the long run. And also prevented Captain Kangaroo from ever going crazy with jealously.
*⁴Billions Incorporated. The company Billy owns.
*⁵ Eddie GrandSmith. Grandson of Billionaire CEO Resort Company in the OS episode - from Season 2 - " They lurk below".
*⁶ Omnitrix City. That futuristic city seen in Ben 10,000 episodes.