Nights Apart
Chapter 1

Warnings: Language.

LOCATION: MOONBASE

COMMUNICATIONS_DOWN:1_WEEK_3_DAYS_8_HOURS

INFECTOIN_SPREAD:50%

DEAD: 50%

3_WEEKS_6_DAYS_3_HOURS_UNTIL_DESTRUCTION_OF_EARTH

HAVE_A_NICE_DAY_ :)

That monitor was driving him up the wall. Constantly wishing him a good day after reminding him how bad the situation was getting out of hand. He needed to think of something. Fast.

It wasn't the countdown of Earth's last days that bothered him. What bothered him was the infection. It just spread like wild fire all through the base. Soon there would be nowhere left to hide for any of those alive and uncontained.

What bothered him was the death toll. It wasn't from fights. It's from the experiments done to them. Having virus after virus tested on them to perfect the weapon that's supposed to be earth's destruction. Heaven only knows why fuse put up a deadline before he actually had the tools for it. He probably has an ego problem.

The subjects were kept in good conditions, though. Sorta.

Who knows why though? To check the outcomes? Ben wasn't sure, but that's what the KND scientists that were left told him.

You may be asking why he hasn't gone hero and saved the day yet. You're probably wondering that right this instant. Thing is, he can't get to the Omnitrix. He still had all his limbs, and it was still on his wrist, he wasn't even tied down, paralyzed or anything of the sort, but he couldn't get to it. His entire forearm was insulated in solid some sort of metal. Literally solid. It looked like his arm had been dipped in it and left to solidify in the exact shape. It's not like there was a lock or anything he could figure out how to pick or anything, it was like a fucking sleeve! A shiny metallic sleeve that stretched from his elbow to just past the Omnitrix. The damn thing was taunting him, he just knew it.

Well, at least he could still move his hand. If just barely.

If Dexter were here he'd probably have been able to figure out some way to get it off, He thought, eye twitching in annoyance.

Dexter. He was probably worrying his pale little ass off. Knowing that sucked. That kid's really good at worrying. For a while Ben just sat there and thought about him. Sometimes that was nice. Calming even, in the given situation. A nice little break form the situation.

"Wha-no, no! Get your slimy green mitts off me!" Okay, break form reality's over. That was another numbuh that was probably just caught. Fantastic. Time to start thinking of something. How did this even start?

-Nights Apart-

"Dude, you can't be serious."

"What would make you say that?"

"Sumo slammers the remake is in no way better than the original. It's a classic. You've got to be crazy, man." The twelve-year-old currently conversing with Ben - numbuh 1097 - huffed in frustration. "Are you blind? Better graphics, and it was written by -"

"A wanna be. Someone who wished they were awesome enough to do it any justice." Ben smirked, certain that he being right was written in stone. No way did this kid know more than he did!

"Did you not read the -"

MAYDAY, MAYDAY. UNIDENTIFIED SPACE CRAFT ENTERING VICINITY. ALSO, PIZZA NIGHT HAS BEEN CANCELED.

Hundreds of "aww"s, "boo"s, "nuuuuuuuuu!"s and one wail of a soul being broken ("but they only make earth food once a mo-ho-ho-honth!") and overall sobbing could be heard. However, monthly junk food allowances would soon be the least of their problems.

WHOOPSY! MY MISTAKE! THERE IS NO UNIDENTIFIED SPACE CRAFT. THAT IS ALL. CARRY ON.

"Still no pizza? What about chili fries? Couldn't they just substitute?" Ben moaned.

"Yeah, anyway -"

"Sorry man! I gotta go see somebody about some chili fires!" Yeah, Ben was already halfway to the cafeteria. Numbuh 1097 just sighed, annoyed, and turned to walk to his station, having jippo-ed his duties to have an inevitably useless argument about an animated film. He sat down, only to jump up as soon as he realized he had sat down in a puddle. "Oh, gross! Stupid pranksters." Of course, he didn't notice that it was actually green slime until oxygen started leaking out of his station.

Author's note: This used to be a one-shot. No, I don't know where this came from. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. Basically, any answer to anything is 'I don't know'. M'kay?

Oh, yeah, the characters themselves won't really be swearing, but I (the narrator) suffer from [insert bullshit disease name here] which renders me incapable of not swearing. Deal with it.