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

Stink-fest

23 and Prime found themselves in a bit of a pickle. They were crammed into a small, stuffy elevator, surrounded by strangers, and to top it off, there was a weird smell lingering in the air.

"Dude, did you fart?" Prime whispered, his nose scrunching up in disgust.

23 shook his head vigorously. "Nah, not me. I swear!"

The elevator jolted suddenly, and 23 felt overwhelmed by the close quarters. In a desperate attempt to escape the suffocating atmosphere, he sought refuge by burying his face in Prime's armpit.

"Whoa, buddy, you okay?" Prime asked, concern evident in his voice as he instinctively put a comforting hand on 23's shoulder.

Feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him, 23 mumbled a thank you into Prime's shirt, appreciating the unexpected gesture of kindness.

Prime chuckled softly, his awkwardness fading as he realized 23 needed his support. "Hey, no problem. We'll get through this together."

As they descended further into the depths of the building, the tension in the elevator reached an all-time high. Everyone avoided eye contact, pretending not to notice the uncomfortable situation unfolding before them.

23 shifted uncomfortably, feeling like he was trapped in some sort of bizarre sitcom. "Well, this is awkward."

Prime nodded in agreement, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Tell me about it. Remind me to take the stairs next time."

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As the elevator descended further, the tension in the air thickened, reaching its peak when suddenly, with a loud clunk and a jolt, the elevator shuddered to a halt. The lights flickered momentarily before plunging them into darkness, leaving 23 and Prime in a state of shock.

"Uh-oh," Prime muttered, his voice tinged with concern.

"Yeah, that's not good," 23 replied, his voice trembling with fear.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, 23 realized they were now stuck in the elevator, with no way out until maintenance arrived. To make matters worse, their Omnitrixes were currently with Azmuth for repairs, leaving them without their usual means of escape.

Prime sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Looks like we're in for a wait."

"Yeah," 23 agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just wish we had our Omnitrixes. I feel so helpless."

Prime reached out, placing a reassuring hand on 23's shoulder. "Hey, we'll figure this out together. We've faced worse odds before, right?"

Despite Prime's attempts at reassurance, 23 couldn't shake the feeling of dread gnawing at him. The tight confines of the elevator, the overpowering stench, and the flickering lights sent his senses into overdrive, his anxiety skyrocketing with each passing moment.

As the minutes dragged on, 23's fear only intensified, his breathing becoming shallow and erratic. The others in the cramped elevator began to notice, casting concerned glances in his direction as they felt the tension radiating off him like a palpable force.

In a desperate attempt to calm his racing heart, 23 buried his face in his hands, trying to block out the overwhelming stimuli assaulting his senses. But it was no use. The fear continued to gnaw at him, threatening to consume him whole.

Seeing 23's distress, Prime acted quickly, draping his jacket over 23's trembling form, shielding him from prying eyes. He pulled 23 close, wrapping his arms around him in a protective embrace, offering silent comfort and support.