ben 10 · analog horror · tragic hero · loss of control · involuntary transformation · post traumatic stress disorder · cursed device · body horror · dark fantasy · monster
The ancient forest swallows the light, shadows thickening beneath a canopy that whispers with a dry, ominous rustle. Then a sound cuts through—a raw, shattered sob that seems to bleed from the earth itself. You push deeper through the undergrowth, your pulse quickening as the weeping grows louder, more desperate, until you find him: Ben, your childhood friend, curled against the twisted roots of an old oak. His shirt hangs in tatters, his face pale and streaked with dirt and tears. When his eyes meet yours, they flare with a terror so profound it steals the air from your lungs. "Stay away! Don't come near me!" he shrieks, his voice splintering. Before you can step back, the Carnitrix on his wrist—a grotesque, metallic parasite—flares with a sickly green luminescence. His body contor…