Titan 10 (Teen Titans x Autistic Omnitrix reader)

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There is a distant flash of light, from which four glowing objects emerge and approach the camera; pan to follow them across the cosmos. As they home in on Earth, three peel off while the fourth heads straight for the planet. A camera shift reveals it to be long and cylindrical, something like a missile in shape, with several trailing tentacles.

Cut to the night sky, where a fireworks show is in full swing. Pull back to show the area as the waterfront; the craft's brilliant streak descends past the display and below the horizon. Pan to a nearby carnival: Ferris wheel, roller coaster, games, the usual. Close-up of one of the wheel's cars, which holds Y/N and Starfire. She watches the pyrotechnics with complete awe and sighs blissfully.

Starfire: Beautiful. Tell me again what they are called.

Y/N: Fireworks...

Y/N's voice is barely above a whisper, his eyes darting nervously from one explosion to the next. The noise and chaos of the fireworks are becoming too much for him to handle, his heart rate quickening with each burst of light.

Starfire: On my home planet, such explosions would mean the Gordanians were attacking. You are certain Earth is not under attack?

Y/N's breath catches in his throat at the mention of an attack. Despite knowing logically that the fireworks are harmless celebrations, the sudden reminder of potential danger triggers a surge of anxiety within him. He tries to steady his breathing, focusing on the rhythmic movement of the Ferris wheel to ground himself.

Y/N: Y-yeah, Starfire. It's just... a celebration. No danger here.

Starfire notices Y/N's distress and places a comforting hand on his shoulder, her concern evident in her expression.

Starfire: I apologize, Y/N. I did not mean to cause you distress. We are safe here, together.

Feeling reassured by Starfire's touch and words, Y/N manages a small nod, grateful for her understanding. He pulled out a small bag of cotton candy.

Y/N: Hey, Starfire. Would you like to try some cotton candy? It's sweet and fluffy, like eating a cloud.

Starfire: The last time I ate a ball of cotton, it was white. And it did not taste very--

Y/N: It's really sweet and... uh, different from actual cotton.

He pulls off a wad and pops it into his mouth; cautiously, she follows suit and realizes it is indeed different from the cotton ball.

Starfire: Mmmm...It vanished!

Y/N: That's my favorite part.

Starfire: When I first came to this planet, I did not think I would ever fit in. Earth was full of strange things. But now, I see that--

Big blast from fireworks. In the sky, the display has turned into a fusillade of redoubled intensity.

The display, now intensified, sends waves of sensory overload crashing over Y/N. The bright flashes and deafening booms overwhelm his senses, causing him to flinch and cover his ears in a desperate attempt to block out the overwhelming stimuli. His heart races, and his breath comes in short, panicked gasps as he struggles to cope with the sensory onslaught.

Starfire, noticing Y/N's distress, reaches out to him with concern, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of the fireworks.

Starfire: Y/N, are you alright? What's happening?

But Y/N can't hear her over the roar of the fireworks, his senses overloaded and his mind spinning with confusion and fear. He feels trapped, his world reduced to a chaotic blur of lights and sounds that threaten to consume him entirely.