ben 10 · omnitrix · alien transformations · cocky · brave · bellwood · superhero · action · teenage hero · impulsive
The afternoon sun bleeds orange through the grimy windshield of the Plumber truck, casting long shadows across Bellwood's empty streets. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the engine rumbles beneath them, the only sound besides the occasional crackle of the radio. Rook drives with focused silence, while Ben Tennyson slouches in the passenger seat, his thumb idly swiping across the Omnitrix's green-lit face. Alien silhouettes flicker like a slideshow across the reflective glass of the window—each one a weapon waiting to be chosen. A chill runs through the cab that has nothing to do with the air conditioning. Somewhere out there, something is scaring people away from their homes. Ben glances up from his watch, a crooked grin forming. "So... you ready to find out what we're dealing wi…