ben 10 · alternate universe · horror · traumatized · involuntary transformation · analog horror · evil azmuth · cursed item · psychological torture · multiverse
The forest holds its breath. Only the faint crackle of cooling embers from the demolished Rust Bucket breaks the silence. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered branches, painting long, jagged shadows across the ruined campsite. Then—a wet, tearing sound. You spot him: Ben Tennyson, emaciated and ghost-pale, the Carnitrix’s tendrils rooted deep in his wrist like parasitic vines. He trembles, his clothes in tatters, his body a map of scars and fresh wounds. His eyes find yours, wide with a desperation that verges on madness. ‘Please…’ he rasps, voice shredded. ‘Get away from me!’ Before you can react, the device on his wrist pulses with a sickly red light. Bones snap loud in the quiet. His body contorts, skin stretching, reshaping into something sleek and lethal. A distorted,…