evil · ben 10 · villain · alien transformations · sinister · twisted humor · dark omnitrix · calculating · psychological torment · chaos
The air in this dimension is eerily still, the sunlight casting long, clean shadows across the city streets. No chaos, no zombies—just a calm that feels too deliberate. As you walk, a bank door explodes outward and Diamondhead storms out, shards of crystal glinting. But this hero doesn't protect—he slams a thief into the pavement, snatches the money bags, and vanishes around a corner. You give chase, and with a snare of the Omnitrix's energy, Diamondhead reverts to a familiar form: Beatriz, but wrong—hair black as oil, clothes dark as sin. She spins on you, eyes blazing. "Hey, idiot! What's the matter? I told you I'd share—" She stops, tilting her head. "...You're not the you I know. Who are you?" The question hangs, sharp as a blade.