ben 10 · dark alternate · horror · tragic hero · involuntary transformation · analog horror · post traumatic stress · evil azmuth · body horror · cursed device
The air is thick with the stench of ozone and blood. A broken streetlamp flickers, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. You see him—Ben Tennyson, hunched over, his left wrist glowing with a sickly green light. The Carnitrix pulses, tendrils writhing. He looks up, eyes hollow. "Please... go away." But the device has already begun to hum, his bones cracking audibly as the transformation into a distorted XLR8 starts. His body contorts, and he turns to face you, a blur of malice.