Ben Tennyson in the quiet of the night, found himself as he peacefully slept in his room, the familiar hum of his Omnitrix broke the silence.
"What now? I want to sleep! I need to sleep!" he was half asleep…. then a sudden malfuction occurred, the transformation swept over him, and when the light subsided, he wasn't Four Arms or Heatblast. Instead, he was Portaler, a creature resembling a fusion of a turtle and a beetle.
Portaler's segmented yellow arms and legs twitched as he instinctively activated his newfound abilities while asleep. Opening a portal with a surge of energy, he stepped through into an unfamiliar and ominous landscape.
The air was thick with an otherworldly aura, and towering Gothic structures loomed in the distance. Now Ben woke due to a cold atmosphere, confused but ever-adventurous, Ben realized he either was once again in the Anur system.
Portaler's eyes scanned the eerie surroundings it seemed to be on earth despite his shock. Ben turns into Stinkfly and flies around the castle to see what is happening, soaring through the darkened skies surrounding the looming castle, his insectoid wings slicing through the thick, otherworldly mist, he marveled at the eerie beauty of the gothic architecture. "Nice place, creepy too"
the flight was abruptly shattered as a screeching chorus echoed through the air. Stinkfly's keen eyes spotted silhouettes against the moonlit clouds—Harpies, female pretty and grotesque winged creatures with razor-sharp talons and purple feathers and malevolent eyes. Without warning, they swooped down, closing in on the intruder. Stinkfly's instincts kicked in, and with a burst of speed, he evaded the initial onslaught.
Stinkfly then unleashed a torrent of corrosive slime from his mouth, aiming with precision at the approaching Harpies. The viscous substance adhered to their wings, instantly weighing them down. The once graceful creatures struggled against the newfound heaviness, their screeches turning into desperate cries.
Stinkfly hovered in the air, a confident smirk visible on his insectoid face. "Looks like I've got your wings all gummed up. Not so nimble now, huh?" he quipped, reveling in the success of his tactic.
The lead Harpy, its wings now encased in the sticky substance, screeched in frustration. "Intruder! Defiler!" it shrieked, its voice echoing through the night. The other Harpies, still struggling with the added weight, circled anxiously, their menacing gazes fixed on Stinkfly. "Castle secrets belong to the Dark Lord. You are not welcome here, intruder!"
Undeterred, Stinkfly continued his banter, "Defiler? Harsh words. I'm just passing through, but if you're going to be so unwelcoming, maybe I'll stick around for a while."
With a swift transformation, Stinkfly morphed into Water Hazard, his form now resembling a humanoid red, mollusk-like alien with green eyes, and a grey mouth that does not move when he speaks. Behind his legs and on the top of his arms are small spikes that are grey, there are black spots on his shoulders and legs, and on his hands, there are portholes, which he uses to shoot water.
As the next wave of Harpies descended, Water Hazard raised his arms, conjuring powerful torrents of water that surged forward in a high-pressure burst.
The forceful streams struck the Harpies with precision, drenching their heavy wings and amplifying the weight imposed by the earlier slime. The creatures, caught off guard by the sudden change in tactics, struggled against the combined effects of the water and the adhesive substance. One by one, they were sent spiraling downward, their screeches drowned out by the crashing waves.
Water Hazard maintained a determined focus, manipulating the liquid around him with expert control. "Looks like it's time for a little splashdown," he declared, his voice echoing through the night. The lead Harpy, its once defiant demeanor now subdued, hissed weakly, "You may have grounded us, but the Dark Lord's power is beyond your understanding. Proceed at your own peril, outsider. The Dark Lord's domain is not for the faint of heart.""
Ben's transformation brought forth Skidmarx, a towering biomechanical centaur with wheels for feet, ready to roll into action. The castle's imposing gates stood before him, and with a determined gleam in his green eyes, Skidmarx charged forward. The wheels on his feet spun rapidly, propelling him with remarkable speed.
The castle gates, designed to withstand centuries of onslaught, quivered as Skidmarx barreled toward them. With a thunderous crash, the gates gave way, splintering under the force of the impact. Debris scattered in all directions as Skidmarx entered the foreboding threshold.
The dark corridors of the castle seemed to close in around him as he navigated its labyrinthine interior. The echoing clatter of his wheels against the cold stone floors reverberated through the halls, announcing his presence to any who might be lurking within.
Skidmarx's enhanced senses allowed him to detect subtle vibrations and movements in the castle's depths. As he rolled forward, he was met with eerie silence, broken only by the distant whispers of unseen creatures and the occasional creaking of ancient architecture.
The castle's ominous aura intensified with each passing corridor, but Skidmarx pressed on, determined to unravel the mysteries concealed within its shadowy recesses. His wheels hummed with anticipation as he approached a grand hall bathed in an otherworldly glow.
Suddenly, the air shifted, and a haunting voice echoed through the chamber. "Interloper, you dare defile the sanctity of my domain." As Skidmarx transformed back into human form, Ben Tennyson stood in the grand hall, momentarily disoriented by the abrupt shift from his alien incarnation. A pair of red gleaming eyes flickered in the darkness.
As Dracul, the once noble Gabriel Belmont, stepped out of the shadows, his imposing figure clad in dark regalia, he expected to elicit fear from the unfamiliar traveler who had intruded upon his realm. However, to his surprise, Ben Tennyson met his gaze with a calm and unwavering demeanor. "You are not afraid, child," Dracul observed, his voice resonating with a touch of both authority and weariness.
The silence hung in the air for a moment before Dracul spoke again, questioning Ben's origins.
"Who dares enter my realm? Are you a pawn sent by the Brotherhood of Light, or do you serve Zobek's twisted machinations?" Dracul's voice echoed with a mix of suspicion and authority.
Ben, however, remained unfazed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Brotherhood of Light? Zobek? Sounds like a bad fantasy novel. Nah, I'm just here for a little sightseeing I guess, place kinda looks like an emo version of Forever Nights... Your castle's got a real 'haunted house' vibe, you know?"
Dracul's eyes narrowed, his patience seemingly tested. "You mock me, stranger, but know this—You tread on dangerous ground."
Ben crossed his arms, undeterred by Dracul's ominous warning. "Dangerous ground? Please, I've faced everything from space aliens of all kinds to evil clowns to robots, to super 5th dimensional toys, and all sorts of wackos. I think I can handle a little gothic drama."
Dracul's expression remained stoic, but a glint of annoyance surfaced. "You speak in riddles, outsider. State your purpose, or face the consequences."
Ben couldn't resist a sly grin. "Consequences? You look like a discount emo Dracula. I was just trying to find a way back home, but if you're the welcoming committee, maybe I'll stick around for the show."
Dracul's eyes narrowed. Without warning, he surged forward with the Void Sword, striking faster than Ben could blink. The cold edge sliced through the air, aimed straight for Ben's chest.
"Whoa!" Ben activated the Omnitrix just in time, turning into NRG. His radioactive form, encased in a heavy containment suit, withstood the sword's blow, the Void Sword's icy energy barely managing to cool the surface of his armor, although it cut through it, revealing the NRG's head.
Dracul, undeterred, switched tactics immediately. His Chaos Claws ignited in a fiery blaze, the raw heat clashing against NRG's radioactive armor denting it. With each strike, Ben struggled to keep his footing, the sheer force of Dracul's attacks pushing him back. Ben fired a radioactive blast, but Dracul sidestepped it with inhuman speed, reappearing behind Ben in an instant. Dracul struck hard, sending NRG crashing through one of the stone pillars in the hall.
Ben groaned, feeling the pressure. "Okay, this guy's not messing around." He quickly changed forms, turning into Diamondhead to try and counter Dracul's overwhelming strength. Dracul formerly tried to suck his blood from his neck but it was too hard and there was no blood.
Ben smirked. "Yeah, good luck biting through this! You didn't like the taste of this diamond did you?" " He quickly encased Dracul's feet in crystal, locking him in place. Diamondhead's fists morphed into massive hammers as he pounded Dracul, forcing the vampire lord to retreat. Blow after blow crashed down, but Dracul, undeterred, shifted again into Mist Form to escape. He did the whip trick again Ben gritted his teeth, feeling the crushing force of the whip constricting his form
As Diamondhead, Ben summoned crystal walls to shield himself, but Dracul summoned his Shadow Whip with a flick of his wrist. The supernatural tendrils lashed out, and the whip coiled around Diamondhead, pulling him toward Dracul with brutal force.
"Yeah? Let's see if you can handle this!" He transformed again, this time into Cannonbolt, his round, armored form breaking free from the whip's grasp. Ben rolled at high speed, smashing into Dracul with the force of a wrecking ball.
Dracul was sent skidding backward but regained his footing effortlessly. His eyes flared with anger. "You dare challenge me, boy?"
Before Ben could make another move, Dracul transformed into a mist, disappearing from Cannonbolt's sight. In the blink of an eye, Dracul reformed behind Ben, his Chaos Claws slashing through Cannonbolt's thick armor with enough power to send him flying across the hall.
Ben, stunned by the strength of the attack, rolled to a stop and quickly changed tactics. He shifted into Big Chill, hoping to turn the tide by freezing Dracul. With a flap of his wings, he sent a wave of icy cold air toward the vampire lord.
Dracul's Chaos Shield flared to life, absorbing the freezing energy with ease. "You cannot hope to overpower me with such weak tricks," he said, his voice laced with disdain.
Ben grimaced. "Okay, freezing him won't work either."
Dracul moved with blinding speed again, this time summoning his Shadow Whip and lashing out. The whip coiled around Big Chill's neck, yanking him violently toward Dracul. With a sickening thud, Dracul slammed Ben to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.
"You're out of your league, child," Dracul growled, his voice dripping with superiority.
Ben, struggling to catch his breath, tapped the Omnitrix and transformed into Gax, his massive, muscular alien form towering over Dracul. "Alright, let's see how you handle a heavyweight."
Gax swung his enormous fists, creating shockwaves that rattled the castle's foundations. Dracul dodged the first punch but was clipped by the second, the force sending him crashing into a wall. But even then, Dracul was far from defeated.
Rising from the rubble, Dracul's eyes burned with fury. He called upon the power of his Void Sword, its chilling energy coursing through the room. He slashed at Gax with such force that Ben could barely keep up. The strikes were relentless, and Ben, despite his size and strength, was forced to stay on the defensive.
"Your strength is impressive," Dracul admitted, "but I have defeated foes far more dangerous than you."
Ben roared, swinging a powerful punch at Dracul. The vampire lord dodged and, with a devastating counterattack, plunged his Void Sword into Gax's side. The freezing power surged through Ben's form, causing him to grunt in pain. He staggered backward, trying to shake off the cold.
"Man... this guy's no joke," Ben muttered.
Dracul, seeing Ben weaken, summoned the Shadow Whip again, wrapping it around Gax's legs. He pulled Ben into the air and then lashed him with a single tug, standing over him triumphantly.
Ben hit the wall hard, turning back into his human form for a brief second. He groaned but quickly hit the Omnitrix, transforming into Fourarms.
"Alright, no more games!" Ben shouted, charging at Dracul with a flurry of punches.
The two clashed in an intense melee. Fourarms' fists slammed into Dracul's Chaos Claws, each hit echoing through the castle. But despite Ben's strength, Dracul was faster and more experienced, and he outmaneuvered Fourarms, knocking him back with a brutal kick.
Ben stumbled, trying to regain his footing. "Okay, definitely stronger than he looks," he muttered.
Ben quickly switched to Ghostfreak, attempting to phase into Dracul's body and possess him. But as Ghostfreak's tendrils reached for the vampire lord, Dracul's eyes blazed with divine energy, and Ghostfreak was violently repelled.
"Pathetic!" Dracul spat, his dark power enhanced by the divine essence that coursed through him. "You cannot control me."
Thinking quickly, Ben transformed into Clockwork, aiming to age Dracul into dust. He unleashed a blast of time energy, but Dracul shrugged it off as though it were nothing. Clockwork's brass body, while powerful in terms of time manipulation, couldn't withstand a direct hit from Dracul's Chaos Claws, and Ben was forced to revert to his human form again.
Dracul loomed over Ben, victorious. "You are outmatched, boy. Give up."
But Ben wasn't done. He slammed the Omnitrix and transformed into Atomix. With a massive surge of power, Ben lifted them both into the sky, taking the battle to the moon.
- The Moon surface -
Atomix unleashed a nuclear punch, creating a massive shockwave that shattered half of the moon's surface. Dracul was battered, but he quickly retaliated, summoning the same white energy he used to kill the Forgotten One. He fired the divine blast, clashing with Atomix's nuclear energy.
The two powers collided, shaking the very foundations of space. But just as Ben thought he might have the upper hand, Dracul unleashed a tornado of blood, engulfing Atomix and forcing Ben back. Even Atomix was struggling to contain the onslaught.
As the battle raged on, Ben, frustrated by his inability to defeat Dracul, activated the Omnitrix once more. In a flash of green light, he transformed into Waybig—a towering, skyscraper-sized alien, his silver and red armor gleaming as he loomed over Dracul.
Waybig's sheer size was imposing, his eyes narrowed in determination as he prepared to blast the dark lord into submission. "You want big? Fine, let's go big!" Ben said, his voice booming as he charged a powerful cosmic energy beaem in his palms, aiming directly at Dracul.
Waybig towered over the battlefield, his colossal size intimidating as he charged cosmic energy in his palms. "You want big? Let's go big!" Ben shouted, aiming directly at Dracul.
Dracul, dwarfed by the massive alien, smirked. His cloak rippled as his crimson eyes gleamed with amusement. "Is that all?" His voice cut through the air, calm and mocking. "I've faced giants before. Do you think you'll be any different?"
Ben blinked, surprised by the lack of fear. "Most people freak out when they see me like this."
Dracul chuckled darkly. "I've slain three giants far more fearsome than you."
With a surge of dark energy, Dracul's body contorted, shifting into his dragon form. His black-scaled, crimson-veined body loomed above Waybig, massive wings spreading wide as burning blood dripped from his jaws. Ben, still in Waybig form, groaned. "Seriously? You can turn into a dragon too?"
Dracul roared, unleashing a torrent of molten fire-blood at Waybig, who countered with a cosmic storm. The clash of fire and cosmic energy sent shockwaves through the air, shaking the battlefield.
"Not bad," Ben grunted, struggling to hold his ground. He sent a powerful barrage of energy bolts toward Dracul, but the dragon's wings created a shield of dark energy, deflecting the attack with ease.
"You cannot harm me!" Dracul bellowed. Suddenly, Dracul dissolved into mist, reappearing above Waybig. "Enough games!" he growled, unleashing a stream of holy-infused fire from his maw. The golden flames engulfed Waybig, burning through his defenses with intense holy energy.
Ben struggled under the onslaught. "This… this is insane!" he groaned as the fire tore into him, bypassing his cosmic hovered above, wings beating slowly, as he poured unrelenting holy flames.
