Blue is the new Red

Journey, start!

  It had been six years since Azmuth simply gave up and allowed the child to keep the Omnitrix. Six. Agonizing. Years. And not a thing was done about it! His mentor moped around, constantly rambling about the kid using the watch as a weapon without ever actually doing anything about the issue. It was rather depressing to watch, really. Albedo had long since decided he would retrieve Azmuth's prized tool, but to make it easier on himself, he decided to build his own prototype, despite Azmuth's warnings. What was wrong with wanting to help him? He wanted the original Omnitrix back, didn't he? 

  Despite his high intellect, he never predicted this. There he stood in the lab, taller than he should be. Sweaty, smelly, hungry, hairy and feeling rather irrationally angry. He should've listened. He dared a glance at something reflective. His prototype watch had turned him into an exact copyof sixteen-year-old Benjamin Tennyson, down to his current clothing. And he had a mild craving for spicy honey-glazed sweet potato fries. How specific. Why hadn't he listened. "If you had been listening to me, which you clearly haven't been, then you would have heard me mention that the boy's form is the default for the Omnitrix as he was the first user it properly attached to, meaning that if yours synchronizes with it, which it obviously did, then your default would be his form as well, the same might be said for any other Omnitrix replica." 

Albedo looked to his now human feet. He anticipated that he'd trip over them constantly. He became irritated with staring at his feet and looked at Azmuth over on the raised ledge of the overlook instead, which didn't look as high up now as it once seemed before. He quickly realized that its primary purpose was to give his fellow Galvans higher ground so taller species, such as humans, wouldn't have to hurt their necks looking down at the tiny species all the time, along with giving the now elevated Galvans a piece of mind knowing they can't be stepped on accidentally. Truly genius interior design. He now noticed the itchiness of the black marks under his eyes, but didn't rub at them. He wasn't an idiot. He'd just wash them off when he had the chance. "I should prob-" He paused, a look of horror on his face. 

"My voice! I sound just like Tennyson!" "Complete copy...down to his accent...steer clear of peanuts and tree nuts in general, in case you've acquired his allergy." He just gave Azmuth a look that was truly pitiful, slumping his shoulders. Tennyson seems to have a habit of showing emotion with his whole body, as the action was not his own. Did...did other humans do that? "Don't give me that look." Azmuth was narrowing his eyes at him. Did his mentor always wear clothes with mismatched shades of green? It was driving him nuts. Wait, how did he even notice such a minuscule detail? "Maybe now I could retrieve it." Azmuth gave him incredulous look. "The Omnitrix? Blast it, Albedo! Forget about that damn thing for five seconds!" The look he gave his mentor could be described with the term 'puppy eyes'. "You don't want that thing anymore? After you labored for years on it?" The older Galvan let out an exasperated sigh. "You clearly seem to want it badly. I don't want or need it, but if you feel like wasting energy on it then fine, I won't stop you. All I ask is you get accustomed to you new form first, as well as make preparations for your trip. From what I've heard, it won't be easy to get my- your  Omnitrix back. It's yours now, I don't even care. Congratulations." Albedo's face lit up. Azmuth simply sighed.

It wasn't too long until Albedo felt he had waited long enough. He was ready to go to the wasteland that was Earth. All the things he needed for about a week were in a theft-proof backpack. If he forgot anything, he could bring his case to his Celestialsapien form, and they would likely be fine with it. Anything that had to do with the deciding vote's survival always gets their attention. He'd be fine. All he had to do was get Tennyson's watch, then he could go back and he and Azmuth can work on a way to return him to his Galvan form. Didn't sound too hard.