When a shenanigan with Eon goes wrong, 17-year-old Ben Tennyson is cast into the Boiling Isles, and now must find his way home without dying, but, c'mon, how likely is it that that'll happen?
"You will not win, Tennyson!" A man in a purple armour yelled.
"I've heard too many versions of that message, it's like they don't realise they'll lose!" A boy in a white hoodie with a green jacket wrapped around his waist commented, a green armour with a grey-hilted energy blade strapped to his side, slamming down on a white watch with a green hourglass faceplate's core, transforming into a being made of green crystals, with a uniform mirroring the boy's shirt, which was black with a green stripe down the middle. This was Benjamin Kirby Tennyson in his Petrosapien form he'd been using since he was ten years old, named Diamondhead, who was immune to Eon's time powers.
Eon wore a black helmet with a cracked purple visor, but his face wasn't visible through it, much like when he attacked his true past self in the RAT timeline, Eon's face looked radically different to an adult Ben's, appearing highly aged, even just repulsive; his face was medium and frail, greyish skin, dark lines under his eyes, and thin, black lips. He has a silver gauntlet with a purple core on it on his left arm and boots, but there are also silver shoulder pads on his black trench coat. He wears a black and purple bodysuit and a silver collar that covers his entire neck. Yes, this is Eon, an evil version of Ben.
Diamondhead sighed, walking closer and closer to Eon, almost crushing the chronian's fist in his hand, as Eon was much weaker than he was before.
Eon grimaced, his physical strength decreasing, but he headbutted the gauntlet on his other arm, causing an overwhelming blast of purple energy, causing both to disappear.
Eon awoke in darkness, looking at his former friend... Professor Paradox.
Ben woke up on orange grass on a pale yellow ground, looking at a house... one you lot will find familiar, but he wouldn't...
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"I don't think I'm in Bellwood anymore..." Ben muttered to himself, clutching his arm, which was covered in glowing green lightning marks, forming the pattern of a galvan mechamorph's 'skin'. "Welp, this probably won't go well."
Ben knocked on the door weakly, his armour missing pieces and his body heavy, collapsing as it opened, his vision became extremely blurred, hearing four voices.
"Another human?" An older woman questioned.
"Can we eat him?" A younger voice asked.
"That's no ordinary human..." a not as old girl said.
"Can we keep him? He looks cool!" A fourth, more annoying voice asked."
"Just get him inside before it starts raining again." The first voice said again.
Ben felt his body succumb to sleep as he was placed on a couch.
