They Live

A Ben 10 Story


Okay, this is a spin-off of my story They Speak. They Speak is done with.

Now, in this sort of AU story, the aliens are freed from the Omnitrix. Ben even interacts with them! Let's see what they do...

This was written by me (The Emerald Shapeshifter) and my friends from school—Matthew (lycanking29054 on GaiaOnline), Amanda (SuicuneLover12 on here) and Jeffery—the only Ben 10 fans in my school.

This also includes my aliens from Halloween Horrors. All except for Way Big.

I am so demented for writing this. Requests will be taken.

THIS STORY IS NOT MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE, SO IF YOU ARE THE KIND OF PERSON WHO CAN'T TAKE A JOKE, I SUGGEST TURNING AWAY NOW.

Don't worry—nothing to explicit. Just, be warned—it's rated T for a reason: Stupid, random humor, but nothing rated M, but mentions of alcohol and other stuff like that. Wow, this is the first time I've written stuff like this.


Chapter One: Random Aliens #1

Ghostfreak (his true form) tapped his night black claws impatiently on the table. A cup of a yellow-ish liquid was given to him, and he swallowed it all in one draw. He slammed the mug down, his eye glazed over.

"Whoa, take it easy," the rough voice of the bartender—Fourarms—said. Ghostfreak turned to glare at the Tetramand.

Ghostfreak pointed accusingly at the four-armed alien. "Don't—hic!—tell me what to do!" he yelled. He groaned and closed his lone eye.

"You're gonna get a hangover if you keep drinking," Fourarms informed him.

"That's the—hic!—idea!"

Fourarms sighed. "Well, I'm closing up soon; you'll have to leave. Do you know what that shit does to your body?"

Ghostfreak shook his head. "No. If it's so bad—hic!—why are you a bartender?"

Fourarms grinned. "I like seeing people's faces when they find out."

Ghostfreak glared.

A dry sounding laugh similar to his own drew both their attention. "Shut up," Ghostfreak said, slamming his head on the table, the mug falling out of his hand and falling to the ground, shattering.

Arctiguana just laughed more. "Dude, you're fucking drunk," the blue alien said. "This is a first."

Ghostfreak didn't move as he said, "I'm not drunk—I'm precisely intoxicated. 'Sides, I got nothin' better to do.

"You could stop Benwolf from stealing mannequins of celebrities," Fourarms said slowly.

"Huh?" Ghostfreak asked. "What the hell do you—"

Suddenly, a figure came barreling into the bar, turning around and making a provocative gesture and noise behind him. He was carrying a mannequin of Lindsey Lohan in his arms.

He ran off in the other direction, and Cannon Bolt came rolling in. "Get back here ass!" he yelled. Rolling after Benwolf, be destroyed another section of the wall.

Ghostfreak lifted his head slowly. "What happened?"

"It seems Benwolf found another mannequin of a celebrity," Arctiguana said. "He collects them."

"He steals them?" Ghostfreak asked.

"He's a pervert," Fourarms stated.


"Why do they call it 'Legend of Zelda' when a guy named Link is the main character?" Upgrade asked, his hands fused with the GameCube controller. They were playing a game Ditto called The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. Upgrade didn't understand it; for some reason, Ditto forced him to play.

"Just because I can meld with machines doesn't mean I'm any better with…video games," Upgrade continued.

"Shut up and play," Ditto said, laughing.

Upgrade sighed. "But seriously, why don't they call it 'Legend of Link'? He deserves all the credit while Zelda sits around—" He did a mock girl voice. "'Oh, help me, Link! I'm too important to risk my life to help anyone!'" He spoke in his normal tone again. "—and does nothing."

"Uh, she's a princess," Ditto said, shrugging, like 'um, duh, it's obvious you idiot'.

Upgrade copied the movement. "Uh, who cares?"

Ditto just waved it off. They were at the part of the game where Link has to fight Queen Ghoma (which in fact was a giant spider). As Upgrade fought (he knew what to do) Ditto kept shouting, "Stab her in the eye! Stab her in the eye! Dammit, stab her in the eye!!!"

Grey Matter sighed impatiently. "Why are we doing this, again?"

Upgrade shrugged. "Because Ditto bet me fifty bucks I couldn't beat this game without asking for his help."

Two hours later, Upgrade sighed, bored. "This is boring. All I do is run back and forth across the field to get some gay fox mask for a retarded guard."

Ditto put a hand to his ear. "Oh, do I hear a forfeit? Do I get fifty bucks?" He held out a hand. "Do you even have fifty bucks?"

Upgrade sighed again. "You know me. I am very wealthy; of course I have fifty dollars, if not a billion!"

Ditto frowned. "Then why the hell did you agree to do this?"

Grey Matter spoke for Upgrade. "Most likely to get you to shut up."

Ditto huffed and crossed his arms, turning away.

In a mere ten hours, Upgrade beat the game—not once did he ask for help from Ditto. He extended his hand, waiting for the fifty bucks, even thought he didn't need it.

"Um…" Ditto said slowly. He didn't have any money.


XLR8 held onto his candy bar, vowing to protect it with his life as he roamed the city streets.

"No one's gonna take you from me," he said, stroking the candy bar. "You're all mine; no one's gonna take you…"

Suddenly, he heard a growl. He peered into the alleyway near him, and, suddenly, Wildmutt jumped out, growling. XLR8 gave a girlish shriek and backed away.

"You're not getting my candy bar!!" he screamed. "Never!!!! NEVER!!!!" With that, he ran off at high speeds, the sugar rush he had forced himself into increasing his speed even more.

Wildmutt just gave a confused growl and walked the city streets, the other direction.

No one actually noticed the little collar on him, with a badge on it.


About fifteen eyes peeked out of the darkness, watching as an armored car drove down the street, followed in front and behind by a police escort. The two figures looked at each other, before two heads nodded.

They left the shadows, revealing themselves. Stinkfly and Eye Guy. Stinkfly was wearing a black sweatshirt that hid the white parts on his abdomen. Eye Guy's many eyes scanned the area around them, looking for any authorities.

"All clear," he whispered.

Stinkfly grabbed his hand and took to the sky, following out of the range of the armored car.

Dude, we'll be rich after we steal that diamond, Stinkfly thought, nearing the car…


Well…that's it. More chapters will be coming up; I don't care if I don't get reviews. I know some people thought They Speak was funny, so I tried to take it up a notch. Hope everyone liked this!

To make it easier, not all of the aliens will be together. Maybe in a few special chapters, but its hard doing all of them.

I'll be taking requests for this, as long as it fits my guidelines.