A giant golden book with a green hourglass symbol appeared from the empty space as it opened up its pages...again.
The Forgotten Ben's: Chapter twenty, We are Hero, for We are Many.
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-USA, Somewhere in the Badlands of South Dakota-
The empty plains. Hot, dry, covered in grass and hills...and for some reason a small abandoned town dating back to the eighteenth century.
Odd maybe, but as the sun began to rise towards midday, we see some black vans driving up near the edges of the ghost town, all with the symbol of a shield with dark yellow and deep red patches inside it and two black crossbones under it.
These were the emblems of the Organization, a mysterious group that acquires strange and other worldly items, weapons, technology and living specimens on occasion for a goal yet unanswered to the world's consciousness at large.
From the vans came men in brown trench coats and armor, their faces covered in dark gray masks lacking emotion other than stoic fortitude, with greed and hate within their cold bosoms as they began their mysterious mission.
"Secure the area." one said to the other. "Make sure the target does not have a chance to escape."
"Yes sir." they said at once while scattering around the ghost town.
"And make sure that device is red, we do not need the target getting any ideas."
(Some time later)
The men looked through every house, every building and every street, yet they could not find the target within this city of the dead.
But as the sun began to dip towards the horizon, one of the men turned a corner and noticed a set of footprints going into an abandoned saloon.
"In here." he called out to his companion before they stormed into the saloon, which was empty and covered in dust and cobwebs.
As the two men looked through the main floor, knocking around some chairs in the process, the footsteps from earlier are shown going up the stairs and towards a rotting door on the right hand side of the saloon.
One of the men noticed the footprints and began moving towards the stairs, a dark gray sword with a golden hilt on his hip being illuminated by the setting sun's rays.
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
The man carefully walked across the creaky wooden floor, blade at the ready, as he moved his left arm out and pushed the door inwards.
Creeeeaaaakkkk.
He looked into the room and saw only a broken bed, cracked windows and the footprints, which lead to a closet littered in bullet holes. 'Bingo.'
Creak.
Creak.
Creak.
The man stepped closer towards the closet as a soft muffled voice could be heard from within.
"They're here, here. Here. Here. Here." said the low voice. "Have to flee, can't transform, can't become crazier. He he he."
Slam!
The closer doors were quickly opened as the setting sun's ray illuminated the figure within, who was a tall semi buff teen with green eyes, semi tanned skin near the arms and legs, long unkempt brown hair with two strands of hair going down his sideburns and rested on his shoulders, wearing a dark grey shirt, a gray long sleeved jacket with two zig zagged lines going down the shoulders, ripped blue jeans with a few holes near the calf areas, slightly worn down gray shoes with melted soles that seemed to be recent, and had a large black choker with gray zigzag lines, a green and gold faceplate in the center and two gray chains under the faceplate that seemed to sink deep into the skin and were organic in nature.
The man pointed his blade at the teen while noticing that the faceplate was completely red at the moment. "Do not move, knave and come with us."
"Can't. Still running." he said while looking depressed and unnaturally calm. "Running from mind. He he he he he he."
"You will come with us." he frowned while moving the blade's tip near the teen's neck. "One way or another."
He chuckled while his eyes seemed to twitch a little. "They won't like that. Not at all, he he he he."
"Get out of the closet."
"He he he."
He growled while pushing the blade into the teen's skin, causing it to bleed a little. "Get out-"
The teen twitched before going limp, making the man pull back due to thinking that he was dead.
'I guess that takes care of him.' he thought before reaching his right arm towards the choker, only for a hand to grab it tightly. "What!?"
The teen lifted his head up to reveal that his face was changed as now his eyes were now deep green and three thick plates were not on his forehead with the middle one sharper and more triangular then the others, and he looked angry.
'What the!? How?!'
"You are dead, little mammal." he growled in a deep low voice that sounded inhuman as he stood up and lifted the man up with one arm.
(With the other man)
"Nothing." he grumbled while the other men walked in to find the target, with this man looking around the bar area. "Just nothing."
"Maybe he's not here?"
"No, King Epoch gave us the information. His word is law." spoke the leader before one of the men, not bloody and had his arms broken, went flying out of a wall above them and crashed into the chandelier, impaling him by the throat. "Holy mother of god!"
"Greg!"
A low growl could be heard as all of them looked at the hole and saw the target, pissed and with blood on his right hand, as he cracked his neck.
"Mammals. You have awakened me, and for that, I shall break your bones and grind them to dust." he growled before jumping down and grabbed one of the men as he threw him across the room and out of the building, revealing a few hundred men just outside with blasters of unknown origin that happened to arrive to assist the men that were here.
"Shoot him!" yelled the leader. "Shoot him!"
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!
The teen let the energy blasts hit him, but it seemed that he didn't even feel a thing as his head slumped and rose back up, revealing a blue 'X' covering his eyes with thick black lines going down his cheeks, as he grinned manically. "Hahahahahahahahahhahahahhaha! Timetokillkillkillkillkillkill! Hahahahahaha! Speedtime,killtimehahahahahaahha!"
WOOSH!
And as quick as a flash, the teen zipped around the room, dodging the laser blasts and cracking the necks of several men in the process.
"The king never told us about this!"
"Run away!" one of them yelled before getting his neck snapped.
"Hahahahahaha! Killkillkillkillbadmen! Hahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahah!" he laughed before eliminating all but three men, all bulky and holding maces of pure energy.
KALANG!
"OW!" he yelled while getting sent flying into a wall by an energy mace, blood oozing from his head while the wound itself was getting repaired at a fast rate.
"Surrender knave." the biggest of the men said with a gruff voice, his mask being made of pure silver. "Or face the might of Sir Erigor."
The teen groaned before going limp.
Sir Erigor frowned before moving towards the teen and placed the mace near his skull. "Weak, not even worthy of the technology you hold. Enjoy the sweet release of death."
That was when a bolt of grey lightning hit the knight, electrocuting him in the process, as the teen got up and glared at the remaining men, revealing that his face now had thick black stitch-like lines going down his eyes and near his throat.
"Me no like you." he said in a brutish yet refined tone as he raised his hands up, gray lightning forming from his fingertips. "Me zap you!"
ZAP!
BOOOM!
The lighting hit the remaining men while one of them screamed and ran away in fear.
The teen zapped the man in the legs, causing his lower limbs to become paralyzed, before walking towards the man and picked him up. "Me kill punny man."
"Ah! Please, don't kill me! I'll do anything! Anything!"
"You leave me alone?"
"Yes yes! I promise!"
He dropped the man and turned to walk away, only for the man to pull out a knife and stabbed him. "AHH!"
"Die abomina-" he tried to get out before seeing that the teen's hands had twisted themselves, almost like clay, around and grabbed his mouth tightly.
"Ah ah ah." spoke a sinister voice while the teen's head twisted around along with his body, revealing a pair of black eyes with three zigzag lines, two at the bottom and one at the top, and purple irises. "It's not nice to stab someone in the back. Especially me."
The sun began to set as everything became as dark as midnight, the sounds of screams and maniacal laughter could be heard for miles across the Badlands.
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Name/Designation Title: Benjamin Devin Tennyson (Split Personalities Ben- SPBen)
Age: 15
Affiliation: Neutral
Dimension: 090000- 00 SPB10
Trix/Abilities: Omnitrix, the abilities of any alien in the omnitrix while in human form.
Aliens used: Humungousaur, XLR8, Frankenstrike, Ghostfreak (Implied).
Bio: In this particular portion of the omniverse, the omnitrix has a very dangerous glitch. Normally the user's transformations will not gain sentience or a mind of their own, although there are some exceptions, but in this dimension, the filter for such a thing is nonexistent and when used too much, the user will gain both the ability to use the transformation's abilities in their natural form and schizophrenia based on the transformations themselves. This was the case with Benjamin Devin Tennyson who ended up gaining almost ten million personalities almost immediately after using it, although the personalities seem to switch depending on the situation. Over time, he would lose all sense of self and began wandering the country, trying to stay away from others in case one of his personalities hurts someone, but due to his luck, many organizations and alien threats have tried to kill him or take his omnitrix, making him fearful and more insane as with each battle, another personality arises from the omnitrix, leading him to abandon the world and hide in the shadows. Overall, he's just a scared person with enough power to either save the world or burn it.