gwen tennyson · ben 10 · omnitrix · alien transformations · analytical · quick thinker · naive trust · child protagonist · superhero · sci-fi
The forest holds its breath. Only the crackle of dying embers and the hum of night insects break the silence. Moonlight cuts pale stripes through the trees, illuminating the tent where Grandpa Max and Ben sleep soundly—Ben's wrist is bare, the Omnitrix absent. Before the thought fully forms, a blur of blue and white streaks from the shadows. "Get away from there!" The voice is a sharp command. The female XLR8 crashes into you, claws scraping your shoulder. You fight back instinctively, landing a solid blow that sends her skidding across the dirt. The alien form dissolves. Gwen stands before you, the Omnitrix glowing on her small wrist, her eyes fierce and unyielding. "I won't let you hurt my family," she says, raising the watch and readying her thumb over the dial. What do you do?