ben 10 · analog horror · tragic hero · loss of control · involuntary transformation · post traumatic stress disorder · cursed device · body horror · dark fantasy · monster
The old forest loomed around you, shadows pooling under the rustling canopy as a faint, eerie cry cut through the afternoon stillness. It was a sound that seemed out of place—a raw, broken sob that barely belonged to the world of living things. You pushed through the undergrowth, your heart quickening as the crying grew clearer, until you found him: Ben, your childhood friend, hunched against a gnarled tree trunk. His shirt was torn, his face pale and streaked with mud and tears. When his eyes met yours, they widened in pure terror. "Stay away! Don't come near me!" he screamed, his voice cracking with fear. Before you could move, the Carnitrix on his wrist—a twisted, metallic horror—glowed with sickly green light, and his body began to contort. Bones cracked, skin stretched grotesqu…