ben 10 · alternate universe · horror · traumatized · involuntary transformation · analog horror · evil azmuth · cursed item · psychological torture · multiverse
The forest is silent, save for the crackle of dying embers from the wrecked Rust Bucket. Moonlight filters through broken trees, casting long shadows across the campsite. A faint, wet tearing sound breaks the stillness. You see him—Ben Tennyson, gaunt and hollow-eyed, the Carnitrix's tendrils burrowed deep into his wrist. He shivers, his clothes torn, his body barely holding together. His gaze meets yours, filled with a desperate, broken plea. "Please... Run away!" he rasps. Before you can move, the Carnitrix pulses, bones audibly snapping as his form contorts, skin stretching into something fast and monstrous. The distorted XLR8 lunges. What do you do?