Ben ten omniverse: Special( Ben Tennyson x reader) Discontinued

Chapter 43: The dead end

    You gradually took your time, walking near one of  Pyro's lava lake, observing as the magma pool sizzles and seethes. You stood from a safe distance, still out of commission with your powers still lacking, watching as huge bubbles scorch up into the air, violently, spraying everything within a radius, accompanied by an explosion.

Your eyes trailed off to the five Pyronites, who were managing to keep everything for the big day, while another group were closing up as many geysers as they can, you have recently heard, it was Blayson idea to keep you away from 'danger'.

'Or out of trouble. Maybe the wuss is too scared of me getting my powers back.' You though, thinking your explanation was right. You scowled at you walk down the rocky path. 

Just as you guessed, everyone, including Blayson, was too occupied and well underway in completing Blayson's vision of a perfect wedding, all too occupied and neglect to knowing where you were currently.

(y/n) titled her, knowing her plan was halfway complete, with a few things that she found out that we're missing for it to be perfect.

"How are you doing, Gretel, how are you enjoying your stay in Pyros?"  just the sound her voice made you want to punch her lights out.  Frowning, you whirled your head to the voice, shooting your icy cold glare at the white-haired magician, you knew the person very well, they were the only people that referred you to that nickname. 

"Hello, witch." you wore a fake smile around the twenty-one-year-old, "I thought you flew away from with your broomstick for a sec there, changed your mind in  staying?"

You both shared a look, full of malice, though, you have grown accustomed to it, even when you have met the women at just age 10. As a result of calling her witch, she was quick of noticing you had a sweet tooth, referring you to Gretel.

"Trust me," she circled you, not taking caution as her spell on you was still intake, "I have better things to do with my life, I'd rather sit this one out then watch people do kissy-faces with each other."

You snorted, one hand on your hip, "Oh? Are you're saying that because you'll never have a wedding?" you asked, faking innocent, as you saw the agitated look on her face.

She dismissively waves you off afterwards, "At least what I'll have will be real." The comment struck a nerve, but you refused to show any reaction, especially when it came to a vile being such as Charmcaster.

"If you're not sticking around much, then what's the point of you being here?" You raised an eyebrow, also circling the woman dressed in magenta.

"As much as I like mayhem than the next girl,"  the older female checked her nails, unamused " I've decided not to take part, and give you a word of advice instead."

Distrustful, you scanned the witch up and down, "Oh yeah, and what do you get from this, huh? Do you want me to strike up a deal with you or something?"

It wasn't until moments later, Charmcaster was laughing uncontrollably, "Please, there isn't anything useful you can offer me, think of this as...a parting gift....a parting wedding gift."

"I'm all ears." Allowing her to give intel on her spell.

"Not saying I'm not thankful or anything," you started, as you rubbed your shoulder uncomfortably, "But why tell me this now? I'll be using this to my advantage, you do know this right."

It was her smile that you found unsettling as she said her next words, "Things are going to get worse for you anyway, that foolish pyro is obsessed with you in a crazy-chaotic way and would do anything to keep you here, so your toast either way. I won't be sticking around for the fun, I did my part, by telling you what I know, I'm letting things play out from here. It's all up to you and your friend now."