Ben 23 Oneshots || Cuz they ain't enough on this planet

Tough Guy

In the heart of an unfamiliar, dense forest, Mad Ben and Ben 23 found themselves lost, surrounded by towering trees and an evergreen canopy. With no clear path back, Mad Ben took charge, relying on his survival instincts to navigate the wilderness. Ben 23, though initially hesitant, followed his lead through the thick vegetation.

As evening descended, Mad Ben decided to set up camp near a serene river, the only landmark they had come across in the expansive woods. The duo worked together to gather branches and set up a makeshift shelter for the night. Ben 23, used to a life of comfort, complained about the rough conditions.

"I can't believe we're stuck out here," Ben 23 grumbled, swatting away a mosquito.

Mad Ben, with a rugged demeanor and a disdain for Ben 23's complaints, retorted, "Stop whining, kid. This is nothing compared to the dangers I face in my world. You're spoiled and overdramatic."

Ben 23 shot him an annoyed glare. "Overdramatic? You're the one who thinks every little thing is an apocalypse waiting to happen."

Ignoring the bickering, Mad Ben decided it was time to secure their dinner. "We need to fish in the river. It's a simple task, even for someone like you."

"I can't swim!" Ben 23 protested, eyeing the flowing water nervously.

Mad Ben scoffed. "You don't need to swim. Just sit on this makeshift raft and catch some fish. How hard can it be?"

Ben 23 reluctantly agreed, sitting on the precarious raft Mad Ben had fashioned from branches and vines. As the raft drifted toward the center of the river, Ben 23's anxiety spiked.

"I hate this. I hate this so much," he muttered, clutching the raft's edges.

Mad Ben rolled his eyes. "Stop being a drama queen. It's just a river."

Suddenly, the raft hit a slightly deeper patch, causing Ben 23 to panic. "I can't swim, I told you!"

Mad Ben, unimpressed, shouted back, "Relax, kid! It's not that deep. Just grab a fish and let's get back to camp."

Despite his fear, Ben 23 gingerly reached into the water and attempted to catch a fish. Mad Ben watched with amusement as Ben 23 struggled with the fishing.

"You're making this way more complicated than it needs to be," Mad Ben remarked, earning an irritated glare from Ben 23.

As the boat sways like a carnival ride, Ben 23 clings to the makeshift fishing gear like a lifeline. Mad Ben's sarcastic comments echo in the air, creating a tension thicker than a summer humidity. "Who knew surviving in the wild would be this irritating?" Ben 23 mutters under his breath.

Mad Ben, unimpressed, continues to criticize Ben 23's every move. "You call that fishing? My grandma catches bigger fish in her bathtub!"

"Easy for you to say when you've probably been fishing since the Stone Age," Ben 23 grumbles, trying not to let Mad Ben's remarks get under his skin.

The boat drifts closer to the riverbank, and Ben 23 seizes the opportunity to jump onto solid ground. He stomps off the boat, giving it a disdainful look as if it's personally offended him.

"See, that's why you'll be the first to go if we're in a survival situation. No survival instincts whatsoever," Mad Ben quips, his tone laced with arrogance.

Rolling his eyes, Ben 23 stomps towards the river, determined to prove that he can handle more than just alien battles. With a makeshift fishing rod in hand, he eyes the deeper waters warily.

"Just watch and learn, Mad Ben. I'm not as helpless as you think," Ben 23 declares, though the lingering doubt in his own mind is hard to shake off.

As the fishing expedition unfolds, Ben 23's stomach churns like a washing machine on spin cycle. The gentle rocking of the boat mixes with his increasing nausea, creating a perfect storm of discomfort. His face turns paler than a ghost, and beads of sweat form on his forehead.