Every Ben Tennyson throughout space and time has had his fate intertwined with that of the Omnitrix, except for one. After fighting alongside his alternate counterparts to defeat Vilgax, Ben decided he'd fight alongside his grandfather by joining th...
After watching every series, every movie, and every transformation Ben Tennyson ever went through, I've come to one conclusion: it's the most powerful device in the universe.
Why? Because it can store over a million DNA samples from alien species across the galaxy. I wouldn't be surprised if humans were in there too.
It's a watch-like device—except it doesn't just tell time. It latches onto whoever touches it, merges with their DNA, and becomes impossible to remove. Once bonded, the wearer can transform into any alien in the database by selecting one and slamming the faceplate.
In most cases, it's like having the power of a god.
Which is probably why people start wars over it.
As a kid, I used to imagine wearing one. Becoming aliens. Saving the world.
And now... that very device—or something like it—was strapped to my wrist.
"This is... insane."
I twisted my arm, marveling at the green glow. The hourglass symbol pulsed gently, like a heartbeat.
Then I heard a groan.
"Kirishima?!"
I limped toward a pile of overturned desks. Something was trapped underneath.
I pushed, trying to lift the debris. It was heavy—but then, it moved on its own.
A bulky, red, spiky figure emerged from the rubble.
Crystallized. Alien.
It held the back of its neck, groaning.
"Uh... what happened?"
The voice. It was Kirishima's.
My eyes widened. The face structure—still him. But his skin was now thick, red silicon crystal.
"K-Kirishima?" I asked.
He turned to me. "Midoriya?"
"I-I'm fine, but... your body..."
"Huh?"
He looked down at his hands—and gasped.
He flexed his fingers, touched his face, inspected his arms.
"W-What happened to me?"
"I don't know. Are you okay?"
"I mean... I feel fine. Just a little stiff," he said, kicking his legs and rotating his shoulders. "But dude—your hair."
"What?"
I found a shard of broken glass and checked my reflection.
My hair—once black—was now a vibrant green. The same shade as the Omnitrix.
"You think that explosion did this to us?" Kirishima asked.
"Probably. But at least we're still ourselves."
Then it hit me.
"Kacchan! Todoroki!"
"And Riot!" Kirishima added, panicked.
"Midoriya? Kirishima?" a raspy voice called from the dust cloud.
We turned, defensive.
A shadow approached—an alien I'd never seen before, cradling Riot in its arms.
Its body was half Necrofriggian, half Methanosian. Blue wings. White feet. Green vines.
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