Laugh it Off, Part 2 by Allclonesbride, literature
Literature
Laugh it Off, Part 2
The mood in the base was tense. The remaining aliens had gathered in the medical bay, arranged in a half-circle around a scanning-pod Grey Matter and Upgrade had built weeks ago, after the umpteenth time a mission-team had returned with injuries too heavy to tend to on the fly for either Grey Matter or Wildvine. Diamondhead was currently laying inside it, motionless. He’d lost consciousness about half-way to the base and despite Frankenstrike’s, Four Arms’ and Wildmutt’s best efforts he hadn’t woken up again. Grey Matter had taken one look at the group when they’d barged in and merely gestured to the med bay, expression even more serious than usual. Now he looked at the small monitor on the right side of the pod that provided medical read-outs, clicking his tongue in frustration. “That bad?” Frankenstrike finally asked. He had his arms crossed to keep his hands from shaking, but looking closely revealed that he was gripping his lower arms a bit too tightly to look
Laugh it Off, Part 1 by Allclonesbride, literature
Literature
Laugh it Off, Part 1
Diamondhead looked up at the monitor in front of him, trying and failing to concentrate on the report on the screen. As much as he tried to deny it, he was tired. There had been a string of robberies in the cities adjourning Bellwood. The culprits were unknown and there were seemingly no reliable witnesses. The only thing even hinting at a connection were two commonalities: the perpetrators used excessively brute force every time, leaving many a building and shop in ruins. And every town they’d visited reported strange behavior in several citizens the morning after the robberies. People would amble along the streets, swaying from side to side and giggling to themselves as if in some kind of trance. Shortly after, they’d fall into a coma-like sleep. No one had yet found a way to wake them up. Whatever the culprits had done to these people, they would not be able to testify or describe faces to the police for some time. Diamondhead frowned. It was always unnerving
“Ready?” Heatblast asked, giving a wide grin. XLR8 gave him a thumbs up and a grin just as wide. “You know I am!” Heatblast chuckled and nodded, then held up a stop watch. “Alright, go!” He’d barely finished the sentence before XLR8 took off, leaving a strong gust of wind that almost extinguished Heatblast’s headflame. Heatbast didn’t even notice, too focused on his brother’s form disappearing behind the first curve of the race track. For this particular stunt they’d chosen XLR8’s room. Spacially manipulated explicitly for a Kineceleran’s needs, it resembled a wide, desert race track going in a long circle about 5.148 km long. Ideal for their little experiments. XLR8 raced past Heatblast and the stop watch reacted, if barely. Heatblast took a look at the display, then put a hand to his Omnitrix-symbol to activate the in-built transmitter. “0.8 seconds!” “That’s all?” XLR8 sounded disappointed. “Try to go faster,” Heatblast suggested. “Faster is my middle
The old warehouse didn’t look like much at first glance. Or at second glance. Or at any glance, really. It was beaten up, dirty and looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Which it hadn’t, grandpa Max was kind enough to inform them. Diamondhead tilted his head at the building. He knew beggars couldn’t be choosers and that he should be grateful him and his… siblings(?) were offered a place to stay. Still he couldn’t stop himself from asking. “Is this building stable?” “Yeah, honestly looks like it could collapse at any second,” Heatblast added. Diamondhead sighed. And he’d taken so much care to formulate the question politely. Luckily, Max took it in stride. He gave a hearty laugh. “Oh trust me, she’ll hold. Old girl’s seen a lot, I admit, but she’s always proven herself reliable.” “Was that before or after she started to develop rust spots on her rust spots?” Ghostfreak snarked, knocking lightly on the building’s wall. A bit of dust rained down on him and fell
It started with a spark. Well, to be precise, it started when Kevin grabbed onto his Omnitrix during a fight and wouldn’t let go. The sparks came after the timer ran out and he was human again. And Ben was concerned for a few seconds. Green lightning raced across the glass of the watch, twitching this way and that. It didn’t sting when Ben touched it, not really. It just felt weird. But this wasn’t the first time the watch had done weird things. It showed no signs of outside damage and the next time he transformed, nothing felt out of the ordinary. And even if something had been off, there wasn’t exactly a watchmaker specializing in weird alien technology around that Ben could have consulted. Grandpa Max got shifty whenever he tried to learn more about aliens. Asking Gwen was out of the question on principle. So Ben shrugged it off and carried on as usual. And for a few days, nothing out of the ordinary happened. A week after the first time, the watch started
FAQ Q: What’s going on here? OmniGlitch AU is an alternate universe in which a glitch causes Ben’s aliens to come out of the watch fully sentient when he’s ten years old. From then on, the aliens break off from the Tennysons, establish a base in an abandoned Plumber building near Bellwood and become heroes of their own. Ben replicates the glitch on purpose at age 16, causing the newer aliens to become alive and sentient as well. Q: Which aliens appear in this AU?/Is [alien name] in this AU? Every alien that appears in canon from the original series to Omniverse is present in this AU. There’s only one exception and that’s Arctiguana. He felt superfluous, so I left him out. The aliens debuting in the 2016 reboot are also not present because I really don’t like that series. I think its alien designs are boring. Q: If the aliens are alive, does that mean Ben lost his powers/isn’t a hero anymore? Ben is still a hero. The watch just doesn’t completely transform him anymore. He