Last chapter was a little short, but it happens. Chapter 3 is here. Also, there were a few things on how this isn't a Borderlands crossover, and here's my reply: it will come in later, idiots. I'm not a lazy writer, there's a thing called an 'arc', and this is the opening 'arc', so chill it. There are only three chapters, just be patient.

"Wake up"

Ben woke up to find a knife pressed to his throat. He panicked for a moment, squirming instinctively, but stopped moving when he felt the knife dig deeper into his throat. He froze, then started looking around.

He was still in his room, but the real question was where the hell everybody else was. The curtains hung open, the four aliens gone from the beds. Ben then looked at his attacker, trying to ignore the stab of worry in his gut. What had happened to the aliens?

His attacker was a girl, which he honestly hadn't been expecting. He had been expecting a burly man, or an assassin, but she didn't look like an assassin. She shared pink hair with Lala, Momo, and Nana, but that was the only actual feature he could make out. She wore a mask with a screen over where the eyes would be, dark now, but clearly able to show something from the pixels within. The mouthpiece was covered in small metal spikes, and it strapped over and around her head. Her hair was in a ponytail reaching her hips. She wore mostly black clothing, a black leather jacket with studded shoulders and collar, a black T-shirt, black jeans, and black combat boots, which looked kind of odd with her pink hair. The jacket had the left sleeve torn in several places to reveal tribal looking tattoos. He briefly considered yanking on the mask, but was deterred when she seemed to read his mind and press harder.
"Don't even think about it"

Her voice was distorted, being deeper and more threatening. He shuddered slightly as she leaned in.
"Where is he?"

"Wha-what?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Revile! I've tracked the little black bastard through an entire galaxy, and everything I've learned since escaping Magrathea says that he's bonded to you"

"I-I seriously don't have any idea what you're talking about", he stuttered. She pulled back, relaxing her grip on the knife, allowing Ben to breathe a bit easier.

"Well, you clearly don't seem to be aware of his presence... so you must-"

Ben got a sudden odd urge that he didn't understand until he felt that odd, familiar feeling of weightlessness.

This was just a dream.

So, he did what anybody escaping a dream did.

He grabbed her wrist, and plunged the blade of the knife to his own throat.

He heard a female shriek, then a loud thud as he opened his eyes, finding himself in his room straddling the girls chest, his knees planted roughly on her wrists and hand grasping her throat, fist cocked back. He had a moment of confusion from the inky look of his arm that held the girl, but it was pushed away when he heard a quiet moan from the sectioned off area Momo slept in.
"Be quiet over there", she slurred. The girl suddenly became silent, and he could almost feel the glare she was giving.

"Revile, you bastard", she mumbled.

"Wha-"

Ben was tossed off and she quickly scrambled up onto his bed, jumping out the window. Ben lunged and almost grabbed her ankle, but he missed by barely an inch. He ran face first into the wall and stumbled backwards.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ben turned quickly to see Yami standing there, blades hovering around her attached to thin strands of blond hair.

"There- there was some... some weird chick... she-she had a knife"

Yami instantly pulled him from the window and looked out, glaring out at the night.

"There's nobody out there. She must've run off"

Yami turned to Ben, looking down at him.
"Did she hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. She was asking for somebody named 'Revile'."

Yami's eyes widened slightly and she looked him over carefully.

"Take off your shirt"

"What?!"

"Just take off your shirt"

Ben gave her an incredulous look and she took matters into her own hands, and sliced the shirt apart. Ben yelped in surprise.

"What the hell?!"

Yami picked him up and turned him around, looking at his back carefully. She touched a small spot on his back, making Ben flinch slightly.

"Did you always have this scar?"

"What scar?"

Nana rolled over and flung a pillow at them, which Yami roughly knocked down.

"Shut up already!" Nana whined.
"There was an intruder", Yami replied sharply. Nana sat up groggily, somewhat concerned, more confused, as though she hadn't processed what had been said.

"What?"

"Somebody broke in and attacked Ben. Come here, look at this"

Nana stood up with a groan and stumbled over.

"What?"

Yami grabbed Nana and yanked her over to her side and pointed at a spot on his back. Nana groggily poked it a bit too hard, making Ben screech and lunge forward, as though somebody had taken over his body. He did a surprisingly trained roll, shot to his feet, then leapt at Nana, putting her in a rough headlock. Then he froze, confusion flashing over his features.

"What the-"

"Revile", Yami breathed. Nana paused, looking confused for a moment, then terrified.

"Get off me!" she squeaked, squirming in his grip. Ben released her and she scrambled back, falling backwards off of the bed. Having awoken the other two girls at this point, Lala and Momo walked over, rubbing their eyes.

"Revile?" Momo asked.

"You mean that one weird alien prince?" Lala asked curiously. Yami pointed to the spot on Ben's back.
"What is it?" He whined. There was a long silence, then Lala said the strangest word to escape her mouth.

"Shit"

There was another silence, then Ben spoke.

"Okay, what the hell is going on? Who's Revile?"

"How long do you think he's had it?" Lala asked in a hushed voice. Yami shrugged.
"Impossible to say. He could've been there for at least a year before-"

"What is it?!" Ben asked, more insistently this time.

"You have a... parasite, I think is the term."

"And what does it do?"

"Well... it's called a Rustov"

"And it does...?"

"Basically when it awakens it'll start replacing your body with robot parts until you fall apart and die"
"Okay? When does it awaken?"

Ben was desperately trying to hide the bitchy tone starting to creep into his voice.

"I don't know"

"How do we get rid of it?"

"You can't"

There was a long silence.

"Okay. So I'm dead?"

"No!" Lala yelled, scaring Ben. "We can fix this!"

"What did this woman that broke in asking about Revile look like?"

"I don't know. She had some kind of blue tattoos on her left side, a mask, pink hair, ponytail, uhh... jacket, T-shirt, jeans..."

"I don't recognize that description", Yami replied blankly. Ben sighed.
"When can we get this taken care of?"

Lala looked up thoughtfully.

"Tomorrow morning I should have the right supplies ready. Until then, you should have at least a month or so"

Ben sighed in annoyance and fell to the bed.
"I'm so boned", he groaned.

The next day was extremely stressful for Ben, knowing that at any moment he could start turning into a mindless robot killing machine with no cure. He hadn't gotten anywhere, and his only idea was the lady that had attacked him before. For better or for worse, he had no way to find her himself, so he had to rely on her finding him.

Again, whether this was fortunate or not, she didn't find him.

But somebody sure as hell found him.

Ben had pulled his fathers suburban, which he drove, into the driveway, glancing to the side as something flashed in the corner of his eye. He did a double take as he put the car into park, hearing the alien girls gasp in the back seats.

"What is that?" Ben hissed.

"It-it's an Eridian!" Lala squealed, Ben's looming death leaving her mind.

"What's that?"

"They're an ancient dead alien race with technology so advanced that they could manipulate the fabric of reality itself! How is it alive?"

Ben sighed, a feeling in his gut telling him this was very bad for him, and got out of the car.

The Eridian was tall, seeming to be a robot instead of an actual alien. It had a huge barrel-like chest, slanting off into a thin, tapering stomach and waist. The hips jutted out into the legs, which started at the hips as thick as Ben's head and three times as long as his own leg. The feet were thin bricks with three curved metal toes shaped like talons, and the arms reached halfway down the leg, between the knee and hip. The back of the hands were heart shaped metallic armguards made of four separate pieces, the fingers thin and delicate. The head looked like a feathered helmet, a large triangular purple visor over where the eyes would be, and no visible mouth. Ben walked up to it, giving it a wary look.

"Why are you here?" he asked. The Eridian, which had been looking straight ahead, looked down at Ben, who only reached halfway up his chest. The Eridian came to life, backing up about two steps, examining him the whole way. The two seconds it took to back up seemed to stretch into hours. Then it reached back, lifting a fan shaped two handed purple glowing axe from it's back. Ben sighed, thinking it was about to attack, but it instead just dropped the axe to its side. Then the Eridian spoke in a whispy voice.

"You hold the last of the Rustov"

It wasn't accusatory, more of a statement. Ben nodded warily. It cocked its head.

"I sense no fear from you. Strange. Most who are infected with the Rustov virus feel terror"
"Yeah, I think something in my head broke"

"you have no visible brain damage, other than slight scar tissue left over from a concussion. The scar tissue is located near the brain stimuli for pain."

Ben gave it a dull look.
"Why are you here?" he repeated. The Eridian was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"We would like to help you"

Ben blinked.
"What? Why?"

"Because, you... interest us"

"What do you mean 'interest you'?"

"You have come into ownership of an adaptation of our own technological advancements, advancements which were made by a being of your species; human. Humans have always gained the Eridians curiosity, but you are a very special case. You have recently been infested by the last Rustov virus in existence, and resisted the virus which has only been successfully done by a single being in the universe, also a human. You also seem to have an unfamiliar genetic sequence to our knowledge. Therefore, we would like to help you by attempting to remove the Rustov virus"

"There are more Eridians?"

The Eridian was silent again before answering.

"I am the last. You may call me the Guardian"

"Then what do you mean by 'we'?"

The Eridian didn't answer, instead turning.

"I will require access to your home to run our tests to try to remove the virus from your body"

Ben sighed and beckoned to the other four aliens, who came out of the car and followed him inside. Ben typed the code into his door, unlocking it and walking in, removing his shoes and kicking them towards the closet door. One landed in the closet and the other bounced off the wall and landed just outside the closet door. Ben ignored this and walked down the stairs, an annoyed look on his face. He reached his bedroom and turned to the Eridian, who had hunched over to enter the building. He looked like Gandalf in the hobbit hole.

"Alright, what are these tests?" he asked. The Eridian seemed to look right over his head, but Ben could somehow tell that the Eridian was giving him an almost sad look through the visor. Then it spoke in a hushed tone.

"I'm sorry"

Then it all went black.