Last chapter, we saw just how crummy Petrie was feeling due to his own inability to stop the fight between Cera and Littlefoot. Now, we move on to the rest of the actual story. Starting with how this Omnitrix user is different from the others. I hope you guys enjoy it.
*I still don't own The Land Before Time, and I don't own Ben 10!*
*Speech Key*
"Did you just EAT the baby!?" = Normal Speech
'Okay, let's see what this guy can do!' = Thoughts
"Lemme tell ya somethin', Kevin E. Levin!" = Someone Yelling
A Secret of the Watch
It was night on the road to Washington D.C. and the Tennyson/Longneck gang was rolling out close to eight o'clock at night. A time where kids like Ben, Gwen, and Littlefoot would normally be staying up late. And in some cases, they are. While Max was at the wheel, the kids were occupying their time with other things. Gwen was busy typing away on her laptop and possibly working on a blog of some kind, and Ben was busy reading a weapons catalogue. Heaven knows why.
As for Littlefoot, he was just staring at the watch that he found at the beginning of their road trip. He doesn't really know what it's for, but he does know one thing. Something about those alien transformations felt off to him. It was like he was in control, but at the same time it felt like someone else was at the controls with him. Guiding him so he could fight better. And if he's being truthful, it's a little bit scary having someone else in your head with you. Like you're possessed by a ghost and at the same time are the one in control instead of the other way around.
"Any reason why you're reading that thing?" Gwen asked her cousin.
"Well, my dad took me on a hunting trip last year when we were still nine, and we found out that I'm actually quite a sharp shooter. So he took me to a dojo where the master tested me with all forms of weaponry, both ancient and modern. Turns out I'm a jack of all trades when it comes to weapons." Ben explained. "I've wanted to forge a unique weapon all my own since then, but never got around to thinking up a good design or deciding what sort of features I want it to have. So I'm looking in this magazine for ideas. Oh, look at that! A High Density Output Sniper Rifle that uses Solecraft eight gauge shells! Cool!"
"That particular weapon sounds a little dangerous, Ben. A Sniper Rifle alone has quite a kick to it. Adding in to the fact that Solecraft shells are so dangerous, their production has been banned worldwide for years! To the point of near extinction!" Max commented from the driver's seat. "But if you really plan to forge a weapon of your own, I won't stop you. I just ask that you take careful consideration into what you build, and not let the sense of power that having a weapon gives you override your sense of humanity."
"Yes sir, Grandpa. I'll try to keep my ego in check." Ben replied, understanding what his grandfather meant.
A loud yawn from Littlefoot caught the attention of all the RV's occupants.
"Sleepy already, Littlefoot? It's barely past eight." Max said.
"Sorry, Mister Max. I guess my internal clock is still on Great Valley Time, so I'm usually asleep at this hour." Littlefoot said, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Why don't you go ahead and turn in for the night, kiddo. We'll wake you up if there's an emergency." Max suggested.
Littlefoot just yawned again and nodded in response. While he began to unfold his bunk so he could sleep for the night, Gwen decided to help him get ready by getting him a pillow and blanket. Once everything was set up, the pink haired lad fell asleep before he even plopped on the bed, softly snoring as he entered the land of dreams.
"Good night, Littlefoot." whispered Gwen as she tucked him in.
As she went back to whatever it is she's doing on her laptop, she and the others failed to realize that what was going on wasn't simply a case of being tired. And if they'd paid closer attention, they would see that the watch on Littlefoot's wrist was glowing a bit brighter than usual.
Littlefoot awoke with a gasp as he bolted up from laying on his back. As his eyes adjusted, he could see that he was no longer in his bed in the Rustbucket. He doesn't know where he is, really.
It looked almost like some kind of high tech city, only it was completely blue and gold. And there were these circuit lines all over the place that just really seemed to make the place really stand out from other cities Littlefoot has heard about. And if he's being totally honest right now, he's feeling kind of spooked. The place seemed so empty. So barren. It's almost like nothing lives in this place.
"Where am I?" Littlefoot asked himself.
His voice echoed a little bit due to how empty the place seemed to be. And Littlefoot really didn't like this feeling of being alone like this. Without his mother. Without his grandpa and grandma. Without the father he never knew. Regardless of his growing fear, Littlefoot stood to his feet and began to walk down the golden path towards the center of the city. Or, at least he thinks it's the center of that place. Hard to tell when one can't get a bird's eye view.
"Hello? Is anybody here? Hello?" called Littlefoot as he kept walking.
But there was no response. Nothing more than the sound of his own echo as he kept walking down the path he has taken. And that was very unsettling. It's like a literal ghost town around these parts. As he walked further and further into the strangely advanced city, he noticed something up ahead. It was something he never thought would be in a place like this.
There were twenty three golden cocoons all in a circle! And each one had these pulsing light blue circuit lines running along them to the dark blue strands of webbing that held them in place. As he walked closer to get a better look, Littlefoot noticed that ten out of these twenty three cocoons were already ripped open! Like they'd hatched recently!
"What is this place? And what could have hatched out of these things?" Littlefoot asked himself.
Grunting as he hit something hard, Littlefoot shook his head and looked up to see that he bumped into one of the cocoons. But this one was changing. It was becoming more and more transparent to reveal the creature within. A creature that looked very familiar to Littlefoot.
It looked a lot like that crystal guy that Littlefoot had turned into when fighting that giant robot. But it's different from the other. Unlike the first one who was bulky with lots of muscle, this one had a thinner, sleeker body type. And his limbs were more square shaped. The crystals that make up his body are a golden yellow color, and look more like they were chistled by a skilled sculptor instead of just growing out naturally. And if you thought that he'd be naked in there, well you guessed wrong. He's wearing a dual tone bodysuit with the left half being light blue while the right is dark blue.
Littlefoot leaned closer to the cocoon, curious about this strange lookalike for one of his aliens. Are they of the same species? And why would he be just lying dormant like this? All was silent… Until the alien's eyes snapped open!
"AAAHHH!" screamed Littlefoot.
*To Be Continued…*
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. And for all of you who don't like the Ben 10 reboot, the whole dual Diamondhead thing was used because of one transformation. Upchuck. The Gourmand species has two subspecies to the same race of aliens; the Perk Gourmand and the Murk Gourmand. So, I figured, why not do the same here for Littlefoot. Have one Diamondhead transformation based around pure power and weapons manipulation, and another transformation that's smarter, light on his feet, and also incredibly strong and durable for his build. But now, we come to the questions.
1.) Do you guys want me to give Littlefoot a Cybertronian transformation for his Omnitrix? And if so, should it be an Autobot, or a Decepticon?
2.) How do you guys want me to upgrade the remnants of the sword Littlefoot's mother used against Sharptooth? (I will be using alien tech to do so.)
3.) And finally, should Littlefoot get a visit from his mother's soul later in the story? If so, when?
Thanks a bunch for reading, everyone. I hope you like it!