Blue is the new Red

Make some allies

The two of them traversed by foot across the post-apocalyptic wasteland, Kevin as the experienced guide and Albedo as the clueless tag along, for once in the latter's life. Albedo had suggested the creation of a larger team to better achieve their ultimate goal. Supposedly, Kevin had a small group of acquaintances that could assist them somewhere. Albedo thought it was rather suspicious, but then again he guessed the way Max Tennyson's mission was issued was rather odd as well.

After they had been seemingly wandering aimlessly for god knows how long, they came across a run-down building with the words 'gas station' faded out. It appeared to be a fuel facility for Earth's vehicles. All the windows were either smashed, boarded up, or both, and every single way of seeing the inside was covered to ensure no light got inside. Kevin walked up to the door and knocked, the sound of said knock not sounding like a normal knock on the given metallic material, like metal hitting metal, but covered by cloth. Maybe Kevin had his bones replaced? A humanoid rodent-like alien answered, drawing back the blinds and, upon seeing Kevin, began what seemed to be a rather tedious process of unlocking and opening the door. "Ayy, Kev! Who's that you got there? Kinda looks like..." The alien grabbed the front of his guide's shirt and yanked him down to eye-level. "Who. The. Fuck. Is. That. Have you LOST YOUR FUCKIN' MIND ?!"

  Aforementioned alien shoves Kevin back, ready to strike. "YOU'D BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF, LEVIN, RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW!" Kevin's expression remained blank. "He's not Tennyson-" "Bullshit." "-Came into my RV yappin' about how he got trapped looking exactly like him. Just wants the power watch." Albedo piped up. "The proper name is the 'Omnitrix', and-" Kevin shushed him, and he shrunk back behind him. The smaller alien looked unsure, but ushered the two indoors nonetheless, locking the door behind him and closing the blinds. "'Aight, I trust ya. But if he blows up our base again It's your fault." "Argit, you might wanna..." "Right, right. LISTEN UP EVERYONE," 'Argit' brought his hands up to his mouth and cupped them to amplify his voice. "WE GOT OURSELVES A LOOK ALIKE. I ASSURE YOU HE AIN'T GONNA BE TROUBLE." A muscular human with their face painted to replicate a simplified skull appeared from nowhere in particular, approached Albedo, looked down at him, and tch 'd. "You sure 'bout that bro? Could be a trap. Happened before."