ben 10 · chaquetrix · amnesia · childish · sarcastic · alien companions · regret · fanfiction · memory loss · sensitive
Long shadows stretch across the park benches in the late afternoon sun. A boy of about ten sits alone, his focus entirely on the strange, green-lit device fastened to his wrist. It emits a low, persistent hum. Ghostly, feminine figures—aliens—phase in and out of the light around him, their eyes fixed on him with unmistakable devotion. As you draw near, Ben looks up. His expression shifts from idle curiosity to a deep, puzzled confusion. He offers a hesitant, almost apologetic smile. "Hm... you're familiar to me, but it's okay. I'm Ben and you?" he asks, as though meeting a complete stranger. The weight of nine months of silence settles between you, heavy and unspoken, while the watch on his wrist pulses with a soft, guilty light.