Hiiiii! Dough's here,in this chapter I wanna speed something up in this chapter for bit. And I'm also sorry didn't upload any chapter like couple days, sorry...
Yup another yapping chapter again folks!
And this would be short maybe....I'm start lagging for real man...
HELP!!! AAAAAGH
And again, I'm sorry didn't upload anything for past days on this fanfic....
I'm legit forgot about this
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The morning sun cast a golden hue across the Tennyson household, a charming single-story suburban home nestled in the heart of Bellwood. The kitchen was alive with the sounds and smells of breakfast—the soft clinking of utensils, the sizzle of bacon on the pan, and the faint hum of a radio playing classic tunes in the background.
Carl Tennyson, still youthful despite the creeping years, sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper in hand, sipping his coffee with calm contentment. His brown hair was only just beginning to gray at the temples, and his eyes, a matching shade of brown, scanned headlines while occasionally peeking at the clock. Across from him, Sandra Tennyson moved gracefully between the stove and the counter, her blond hair tied in a loose ponytail, her green eyes bright despite the early hour. She hummed a tune under her breath as she worked, the kind of domestic rhythm that only came with years of routine and the warmth of family life.
Into this picture of suburban bliss walked Benjamin Kirby Tennyson—eight years old whom just come back from his usual exercise jogging—and just take the shower, or so the world believed. In truth, he was a soul well into his twenties, reincarnated into the body of a child in a world he once he watch as cartoon when he was just a kid,he been reincarnated here for 8 years and 3 month now. His short brown hair was still damp from the shower, his skin flushed slightly from the morning jog, and his black-and-white shirt with a bold "10" on the back clung lightly to his athletic frame. Despite only being eight, his physique resembled that of an semi Ten to Eleven-year-old, toned and lean from a year of strict physical exercise training, martial arts, and discipline far beyond his years. He padded softly into the kitchen, wearing green shorts and smelling faintly of soap and fresh air. Neither of his parents batted an eye. Carl gave him a nod. Sandra offered a warm smile. This was normal now.
Earlier that morning, Ben had been out running laps through the neighborhood with Lucy Mann—his ever-loyal best friend, partner-in-crime, and secretary alien. She was a bundle of energy, her blond hair bouncing with each step, her bright blue eyes filled with unwavering trust every time they landed on Ben. She had whisker-like marks on her cheeks, an oddity to most, but brushed off as childhood uniqueness. In truth, she was a Lenopan—a race of highly intelligent, mud-like shapeshifting aliens once in conflict with the Plumbers. But that war was history now, especially after Joel Tennyson and Camille Mann tied the knot, bridging peace between their families and species. Since then, Lucy had moved in just next door to Ben after Joel and Camille marriage, and the two had been inseparable ever since.
From the outside, Lucy looked like any other girl. But her alien biology, now forced into a constant humanoid form to hide her true nature, had responded remarkably well to Ben's intense training regimen (although Ben make sure to not go to hard with her but she insist to have straining same as Ben). At only five— and newly turned Eight months ago before Ben and gwen, she was nearly Ben's height but not to close, showing visible signs of physical development uncommon for her age. Their morning jogs and training routines had become a staple of their lives—and it didn't stop with her.
Meanwhile Gwen Tennyson, Ben's fiery red-haired cousin now eight also, had also joined the daily grind—only at afternoon. While the original timeline showed her and Ben as constant bickering rivals, things were different here. This Gwen looked up to Ben—not just as a cousin, but as a role model, almost like an older brother she idolized.
(Author:lmao poor Kenneth)
Her sarcastic streak was still sharp, especially when Lucy's pranks got under her skin, but there was a quiet reverence in how she listened to Ben's guidance. Even the crushes from boys at the martial arts course didn't phase her… except when Ben noticed. Then, she'd shift uncomfortably and shoot them down twice as hard—that something she found equal parts annoying and disgusting—she only had eyes for one person. Ben. Not romantically, not yet. But in that childlike, unspoken way where admiration,idolize and affection blur into one. Ben had become her standard, her measuring stick. And no one else came close.
All three had enrolled in the martial arts course Grandpa Max had recommended. After watching the kids train in the backyard every afternoon, the old man had handed them a flyer one that evening with a knowing smirk years ago. That moment marked the beginning of an explosive growth for the trio—physically,but mentally (still the same). Gwen and Lucy had begun developing beyond their peers, and Ben? He he already in whole other level.
(Author:dw i ain't make him like body builder child like Jojo,baki or etc....nah nah...)
At Ben's room look something else, didn't look like room of eight year old although it was technically still a child's room, it more closely resembled a small university dorm. The shelves were lined with books—global history, world cultures, mechanical engineering, theoretical physics,Medical health, languages, computer coding,even humanbiologi and anatomy.
(Author:if he an Asian his parents must be proud...)
Toys were sparse, replaced by pilled of books, and stacks of notebooks filled with sketches and plans. His prized possession sat near the window: a sleek, futuristic black-and-green supercomputer gifted to him by Grandpa Max for his fifth birthday. Unknown to anyone else, it housed highly advanced alien tech hidden within its casing computer that out of others in 2000s more like from 2020, something Max either didn't realize or had deliberately left unspoken...Rather than leaving it gathering dust in his place.... then and other part of his room were some newers birthday gifts he get couple months ago but that is another story.
Beside his beast of computer was black envelope resting nearby. It was a few years old now, but its contents still made his stomach twist in disbelief. Inside were the official latters from Norva-Sparkri Comics & Toons, congratulating "Benjamin Kirby Tennyson" for winning their open creative pitch contest.
His submission—hid idea of alien designs, character concepts, world-building elements—had not only been accepted but greenlit for development into an animated series and comic books. And with it came the royalties. A lot of royalties. Enough that, by all technical definitions, Ben was now the youngest millionaire in Bellwood, if not the country (unknownly)...he sent that idea was because he need source of income for his future later on when the summer trip kicks in all carziness start happened when the omnitrix glue to his left wrist.
Of course, no one had known about the submission in first place even his parents. Not until the letter arrived at the house two months—specifically that happened three years ago. Sandra had give the envelope to Ben ,at first she suprise and comfuse Why did a five year old boy get a unknown envelope? and after found the contract, the acceptance letter, from all Ben explanation to his mom,and how he doing it without third knowing. Her reaction was… extreme,angry, Tears, panic, hugging Ben tightly, sobbing as she kept repeating, "You're just five… You're just a child…" The memory still stung for Ben.
He hadn't meant to hurt her. He just wanted to do something for himself—build a for his survival, he make reasure his mom that all he doing of that is for 'pursue a creative spark,his dream. Something that was his, even in this new world.' even though all of that word he saying was lies,but his mom accept it with smile believe it,It also because Ben using his aura mana to easy her emotion,he could comfort her..make her feel calm down—still that the guilty that he felt after make his mom cry.
After all calm down he was smile at his mom,then grandpa walk over with smile. He remembered the look in Grandpa Max's eyes when he offered to accompany Ben to the contract signing as his guardian. The old man had always been sharp, and Ben was certain—certain—he'd recognize some of the alien concepts Ben had submitted. That's why he already thinking it the day before he summit his idea via mail's,he knew lots people even max would suspect the idea he summit after become comic or cartoon show he also already predicting that Max will volunteered to be his legal guardian to accompany him there,that why's he scrambled lots of the design before when he first time write and Drew the aliens that make it almost not reconizible before he sent the mail's 2 week ago,tweaking the designs, changing their species names, altering their powers, even inventing entirely new planetary systems to throw off suspicion.
And after they met one of the people from that industry at the meeting day later — its go smoothly Somehow, miraculously, it worked. Max hadn't batted an eye. He just chuckled at the girls' constant bickering in the waiting room while Ben signed the papers with a shaky hand and cold sweat dripping down his back....even after he see some of alien he drew,he sure feel like familiar about it,but he shrug it off just like that after i finished signing.
It was a close call. Too close. If anyone truly connected the dots—especially someone with Plumber clearance like Max,Gordon,jo or even alien family like the manns—it could unravel everything. But so far, it was fine. Infact Lucy was obsessed with the characters (maybe in this time period of year is rare show or cartoon that take on alien sci-fi genre—so Lucy can feel related by the cartoon show/comic), begging Ben to create more. Gwen didn't really care unless it meant she could help Ben on it she could more happy non the less.
And Max? Max probably didn't read comics. His live in RV for crying out loud here barely had a TV,seem he didn't brough it yet. Heck even he see the Billboard about around bellwood,Ben ensure grandpa didn't reconize them well. Even with others people they wouldn't know even they reconize it,he using deffrent names for it—but Ben could breathe easy because the company make sure anyone that Summit ideas their identities will be kept anonymous ,so he should besafe—Ben let out a breath because of that.
Back to present that already been three years ago—now at his house as he stepped into the kitchen. He slid into his chair across from his dad and smiled faintly as Sandra placed a plate in front of him. Pancakes, eggs, bacon. Classic. He murmured a soft thanks. Sandra ruffled his still-damp hair, her expression a mix of love. "Hi sweetie,how was your jogging with lucy today going?" She ask him with smile "i did great mom,Lucy and i finished 7 leap this morning."i say that make my dad chuckle."7 leap that good son,you sure grew strong just like your old man."he say proudly between his newspaper seeing Ben.
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MC'S POV
Life's been good lately. You already know I've got my own source of income now. Every comic and cartoon episode based on my ideas sends a nice, fat payment straight into my account.
And you know what? It feels amazing. So this is what happiness from money feels like? That MC from manhwa i read ain't lying.
Like our lord Lloyd Frontera once said: "Money can't buyed happiness,that means you don't have enough money, dumbass."
You're right, Lloyd. Damn right. This is happiness. Those are some truly motivational words… all hail capitalism!
(Author:water is good,water is Lloyd, Lloyd is good ALL HAIL LORD LLOYD FRONTERA ALL HAIL CAPITALISM!!)
I was eating greedily that morning—eighteen stacks of my mom's homemade pancakes, gone in record time. Training, exercise, and even studying my mountain of books in the room always leave me starving. Why studying? Simple. I use my mana to boost my learning and comprehension speed—duh. But it drains energy like crazy. Luckily, Mom makes a lot of food.
And her cooking? Legendary. Especially dinner. The flavors, the spices—it's not bland at all. Contrary to the stereotype, my mom loves spices. She even has an entire spice cabinet. And yes, it's stocked with dried chili powder and hot chili sauce.
Damn, Mom, I love your cooking, I thought as I bit into the crispy, golden bacon. How she makes it this perfect, I'll never know.
"Hahaha, you sure eat a lot, kiddo. Must be all that jogging and exercise making you extra hungry, huh champ?" Dad chuckled, his warm brown eyes peeking over the newspaper. He'd already finished his own breakfast and was sipping the coffee Mom made him.
"Fufufu~ our Ben is really growing," Mom said with that gentle, motherly smile. But I could still sense a faint sadness in her. I haven't forgiven myself yet for making her cry that one time. Mental note—never again.
I continued to devour my plate. The bacon was so thick and crisp it felt like something straight out of a Ghibli movie. Dad drained the last of his coffee and folded up his newspaper.
"That was amazing coffee, dear. You've outdone yourself again," he said.
"Oh, Carl, it's nothing~" Mom replied, a faint blush dusting her fair cheeks.
Dad walked over and kissed her on the lips. "I'm off to work. Love you, dear."
"I love you too," Mom replied warmly.
Seriously, guys. I'm eating here.
"I'm trying to have breakfast, you know! You two are sickening," I complained, playing the part of a disgusted eight-year-old.
They just laughed.
Dad ruffled my hair. "Hahaha, sorry champ. But you know, I can't help myself when your mom's cooking is this good." He shot her a teasing glance over his shoulder, and Mom just blushed deeper.
"Alright, Dad's gotta go. Study well at school, okay?" he said, giving me a warm, fatherly smile. I nodded and gave him a thumbs-up. He headed out, taking the family car.
I still remember back when I first started preschool—Mom drove me, and Dad lent her the car while he hitched a ride to work with a friend. This guy really loves his family.
After Dad left, the house felt quieter—just the sound of Mom humming while she washed the dishes, the soft clink of cutlery in the sink filling the air. I sat there, lazily poking at the last piece of pancake, my stomach finally full… even though I'd "lost my appetite" earlier thanks to their little romance show, there was no way I wasn't finishing that breakfast. Besides, I was still hungry—curse this Anodite DNA.
Mana use really drains human energy fast. How the heck does the original Gwen handle this without collapsing every five minutes? Ugh. Guess the series didn't bother to mention that detail—or Gwen was really something.
Mom kept humming as she finished up the dishes. I wanted to offer to help—being a good son, and all—especially since I've made a point to spend more time with her ever since I made her cry a three years ago. Slowly but surely, her bright smile had returned, and I was glad for that. Still, she never lets me do too much, saying I'm still just a child. So I usually get the easy chores… but honestly, I could handle more.
Once the dishes were done, she started packing my lunch. Oh right—elementary school. I'd officially started when i turn six two years ago. Funny thing: I thought I'd entered months earlier when that time Lucy mom invited us to go shopping, but nope. That was just a "welcome tour" for new students. We didn't actually start until months later. I still remember Gwen's face when she found out—pure disappointment. She'd thought we were already enrolled. I laughed so hard back then.
We started first grade at the age of six. Lucy could've enrolled earlier, but she didn't want to unless I was there too. That's my loyal golden retriever puppy right there—adorable as ever.
School life has been… surprisingly easy. back then i began at the local elementary school alongside Gwen and Lucy, and honestly, we stand out a lot. Not because we're to smart (well… maybe me,and Gwen), but physically, compared to other kids our age, we're more developed.
I'm taller—way taller. My height's almost like a ten- or eleven-year-old's thanks to my mana constantly boosting my growth. I've had to consciously suppress it; the last thing I need is to look nineteen in a class of six-to-ten-year-olds. That's how you get the FBI showing up at your door for "questions."
Overall, elementary school life's been good. The only real downside? Being mentally twenty while stuck in the body of a Seven to eight-year-old...it feel embrasssing mentally. Don't let me started at one time i was with six year olds part… is pure torture.
Meanwhile, Mom—Sandra—put the finishing touches on my lunch and slipped it neatly into my lunch bag. I hopped down from my chair, headed to my room, grabbed my backpack, and came back to the kitchen.
"Benny, sweetie. Your lunch is ready," she said in a low, gentle tone, wearing her trademark smile. Her green eyes were warm and soft. "Here you go, honey… muah! Study well at school, okay?" She kissed my cheek.
"Hehehe, okay, Mom. I'm gonna head out before the bus gets here… love you!" I grinned and waved at her before walking to the front door.
The bus stop wasn't far, but for some reason Bellwood's school buses didn't pick up kids right in front of their houses anymore. Very unpleasant rule.
Halfway there, I felt it—someone's presence behind me. My aura mana picked it up instantly. I smirked, already bracing to dodge.
"BEEEENNYYYYY!"
A cheerful but way-too-loud voice rang out, followed by the thunder of running feet. I sidestepped just in time.
"Ouuch!" came the squeaky complaint from behind me.
I turned, smirking at the familiar figure. "Nice try, Lucy, but I'm not letting you tackle me from behind anymore."
There she was—eight years old, long blonde hair in braids, wearing a black shirt with a star on the front, and a red skirt. Her fair skin made the whisker-like marks on her cheeks stand out, and her narrow blue eyes locked onto me in mock anger.
"Hmph! That's not fair! Why can't I surprise-hug you from behind like always anymore?!" she huffed. "Ever since you turned six, I can't sneak up on you, even if I move super-fast using the martial arts we learned! Big bro meanie! HMMP!"
"By 'hug' you mean tackle, huh?" I chuckled. "Well, back then I was fine with you or Gwen doing that—even though you the one that always do that. But now we're eight, not three, four, or five anymore. Come on, we need to get to the bus stop. Can't miss it."
She kept pouting, brushing some (imaginary) dust off her red skirt from when she fell. Luckily, it was soft grass and not the roadside. She walked beside me, still sulking.
"Oh, come on, you're still mad at me?" I reached over and gently squeezed her cheeks. "Awww my little puppies mad at me? So cute hahaha, Your cheeks are always so soft, Lucy. And geez—how do you still have so much energy after our morning jog earlier? We ran seven laps around the neighborhood!"
"Hehehe, of course I'm fine! This is a school day!" she said, practically bouncing beside me.
I shook my head. Lucy was… something else. Everyone in Bellwood seemed to know her. She'd made friends with everyone—by the end of our first day, every kid from first grade to sixth grade knew her name, and even the teachers liked her.
I'd really created a social butterfly monster. And to think, when we were three, I'd only intended to "recruit" her as an ally and fixing her shy personality i guess? Well… it is what it is. She's popular now.
As we neared the bus stop, I spotted two kids already waiting, with three more walking up from the other side of the street,then i Saw her.
From the other five kids, Gwen was already waiting for us at the bus stop, tapping her foot like she'd been there for hours—even though we were only two minutes late and the school bus wasn't even here yet.
What really caught her attention, though, wasn't the time. It was Lucy clinging to my arm like her life depended on it… and Lucy, of course, smirking at Gwen as if to say yeah, 'he's mine this morning.'
Gwen's personality had really started to match the original Gwen from the show ever since she turned eight—bossy, sarcastic with a sharp wit, intelligent, and quick to react. Not as mature as me, but still sharper than most kids. Lucy, on the other hand, was the complete opposite: upbeat, mischievous, cocky, rebellious, and way too fun-loving for her own good. And the best part? Gwen acted like she was impossible to impress, but deep down, she still wanted my attention like cute little sister she is… even if she had a bunch of boys crushing on her already.
"Heheh, morning Gwen!" I greeted, smiling at my ginger cousin. Her green eyes went wide for a second, like she was happy, before she quickly fixed her short hair with her little blue hair clip.
"Good morning, Big b— I mean… ahem… good morning, Ben," she replied, immediately switching into that 'I don't care' act, like the real Gwen would.
"Good morning, Gwen~" Lucy chimed in from beside me.
Gwen's smile dropped instantly, replaced by that annoyed look. Lucy had completely taken over my old role of bickering with Gwen, and honestly… I was kind of enjoying the show.
"Tch… good morning, Lucy," Gwen muttered, a tiny pout sneaking onto her face.
"Hehehe… someone's mad because she can't go jogging with Ben in the mornings anymore, huh?" Lucy teased, leaning closer. "Well, I guess I'll just keep him all to myself then. Hehe—ahaha!"
Yep… Lucy was definitely enjoying pushing Gwen's buttons way too much...
"Oh, you little—!" Gwen started, ready to snap back at Lucy, who was grinning ear to ear while still holding onto my arm like it was hers alone. But before Gwen could let it out, the screech of brakes and a puff of exhaust made us all turn our heads.
Our bus had arrived.
"Ah, the bus," I muttered, shifting my attention toward the big yellow vehicle as kids began climbing aboard.
"Yay! Here comes the bus!—Come on, Ben, let's sit in the back!" Lucy shouted with her usual energy, tugging hard at my arm.
"Slow down, Lucy," I said, half-sighing, but I didn't fight her grip. She was stubborn anyway, and if she decided we were sitting in the back, then we were sitting in the back.
Gwen, meanwhile, looked like steam was about to puff out of her ears, but she forced herself to calm down. With her best "I don't care" face plastered on, she trailed behind us onto the bus.
Inside, we were greeted by Mrs. Anny, our bus driver. She was an African-American woman with a warm smile and a voice that made you feel safe the moment she spoke.
"Morning, Lucy," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Always nice to see your happy little face every day. You're always so cheerful, huh kiddo?"
"Morning, Mrs. Anny! It's nice to see you too—and yup! I'm super happy 'cause it's school day! And because Ben's with me!" Lucy announced, pulling me closer for emphasis.
For a eight-year-old, she had gotten way too strong. Those morning exercise and the martial arts training we'd been doing together for the past years were really starting to show. My arm was basically her personal trophy at this point...It felt like the blood circulation in my arm that she was hugging was closed—oh shit here comes the tingling!
"Hahaha, of course you're happy 'cause little Tennyson's here," Mrs. Anny chuckled, her eyes shifting to me. "Good morning, Ben."
"Morning, Mrs. Anny," I greeted politely, offering a smile back.
As we walked further down the aisle, it was almost comical how many kids waved or called out to Lucy. From first graders to fourth graders—even a couple of sixth graders shouted her name like she was some kind of mini-celebrity.
Like I said before: I might've created a social butterfly monster without meaning to—Well it is what it is.
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As the bus started moving, Lucy and Gwen—who were sitting beside me—kicked off their usual bickering. Lucy, as always, couldn't sit still. She kept rambling excitedly about the cartoon show that came from my idea, the one being produced by Norva-Sparkri Comics & Toons. You could say that studio was this world's equivalent of DC or Marvel, and the fact that my idea had turned into one of their hits? Yeah, that still felt surreal.
The show had only been out for 12 episodes, but it was already a success. Then again, maybe it made sense—this was still the early 2000s—2003, and alien-themed shows weren't common yet. Whatever the reason, the cartoon had exploded in popularity, and every time a new episode aired, I could hear the sound of money dropping neatly into my bank account. Another step forward in my little "survival protocol plan." And, honestly? It felt damn good knowing it was working.
"Ben! The latest episode was amazing! I couldn't believe how that kid got another alien form just by using the DNA stone for his totem the bad guys dropped!" Lucy practically shouted, her whole face lit up in excitement.
I leaned back in my seat, pretending not to notice how Gwen's green eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"Cut it out, dweeb. Can't you see you're annoying Ben with your constant chatter?" Gwen snapped, her sharp tone making a few nearby kids glance back.
Of course, Lucy wasn't fazed. She just grinned, tilting her head like she was intentionally trying to rub salt in the wound.
"Eh, still mad, huh Gwen~? Well, that's fine. I get to train with Ben all the time while you are too busy. Hehehe~"
Yup. She pressed Gwen's buttons like it was her favorite hobby—tecniclly yeah this seem one of her hobby.
And to be fair, Gwen really had been busy. Ever since she turned seven, she'd thrown herself even deeper into her studies. Don't get me wrong, she still came with us to martial arts class—Grandpa Max made sure to drive us all there—which is, of course we didn't go there anymore after learn everything from there—but outside of that, she had started enrolling in other little courses—not from her parents will,no they wouldn't want that overbearing their only daughter—even Kenneth not get overbearing—its herself own will. Stuff like advanced math, science, and even a small program to help kids organize their study routines. That was Gwen: always one step ahead academically.
Honestly, I was glad some of her traits from the original timeline carried over. She was still highly intelligent, insanely knowledgeable, and ridiculously driven when it came to academics.
She even went so far as to create her own schedule. Keep in mind—we had only just started elementary school a couple of months ago, and she already had a personal timetable lined up like she was preparing for college. Sometimes she'd even call me when she hit a snag, asking me questions she couldn't answer with early 2000s internet.
The funny part? She had the same beast of a PC that Grandpa Max gave us for our fifth birthday—the one secretly running on alien tech. She didn't know about that part, though. Honestly, I wasn't even sure why Grandpa Max gave it to us. But from the way Gwen sometimes called me over questions she could probably solve herself, I had the sneaking suspicion she just wanted an excuse to talk to me. Creepy? Maybe. But also… kind of flattering, in a weird way.
(Author:even me feel creepy write this..)
Anyway, back on the bus, the bickering continued. Lucy teased, Gwen argued, Lucy laughed, Gwen huffed. The whole cycle played out right there in the back seat. Thank goodness we were sitting at the very rear, because otherwise the whole bus might've gotten involved.
Not that it mattered much. The other kids were already used to it. Even Mrs. Anny, our bus driver, didn't bat an eye. She just hummed softly, eyes on the road, letting the two of them go at it.
"Girls, please…" I sighed finally, pinching the bridge of my nose like some tired old man instead of a six-year-old kid. "It's still early in the morning. Do you really have the energy for this right now?"
A few of the kids peeked over their seats, watching the little drama. Some of them looked amused, others just groaned. One boy gave me a weird look—like he pitied me. Another, wearing an anime T-shirt, glared at me with this jealous expression—because Lucy is it? The popular social butterfly queen hogging my arm right now. Like, dude… seriously? You're jealous of this? Believe me, I don't exactly want to play referee every morning.
The bus rumbled on, stopping at each corner to pick up more kids until it was full. Finally, it turned toward our destination—Madison Elementary School.
Yeah, the same one from the series.
I had to admit, I was kind of surprised. Bellwood was bigger than the show made it seem—this town huge don't get me wrong, but apparently the town only had three elementary schools in total. Madison just happened to be the one for our district, so of course it was where Gwen and I ended up. And Lucy? Well, she was right here with us too.
No complaints, really. Things were lining up almost perfectly with what I remembered… except for all the little differences that made me realize this wasn't going to be a one-to-one repeat of the story I knew—And maybe that was a good thing.
Probably...
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As the bus hissed to a stop in front of Madison Elementary, and the usual chaos of kids piling out began. Backpacks bouncing, sneakers squeaking against the pavement, voices filling the cool morning air like a hive coming to life.
Yup. Madison Elementary—the same school I remembered from the first episode of the classic series, the one where Ben and Gwen spent years of their childhood. Only now, it wasn't some cartoon on a screen. It was real. And I'd been here for three years already, side by side with Gwen and Lucy.
As we headed toward the yard, I caught myself looking at the building the same way I always did. A single-story rectangle, plain and a little outdated—your typical mid-20th-century American school. The walls were a dull tan, darker trim outlining the windows. The flat roof jutted out just enough to shade the double front doors, while a walkway lined with trimmed grass and bushes led the way inside. To the right, an old oak tree spread its branches wide like it had been here longer than the school itself. A flagpole with the Stars and Stripes stood tall in front, flapping lazily in the morning breeze like some silent guardian.
Ordinary. Painfully ordinary. And yet, for me, it was surreal—like watching the show in Ultra-HD, except this was my daily life.
By the time we stepped into the yard, the place was already buzzing. Kids ran around playing tag, trading cards i swears like knock off yu-gi-oh, showing off new toys, and shouting across the grass before the bell rang.
And as always—Lucy stole the spotlight.
"Lucyyy~!" squealed an Asian-American girl in a jacket printed with smiley faces as she hugged Lucy from behind.
"Morning, Lucy!" called out a goth girl with a rare smile.
"Hey, Lucy!" another voice chimed in, this one from a chubby but cute girl standing nearby.
"Heyyo, Mann!" finished the last one—the tomboy of their group, full of raw energy.
Four greetings, one after another, like Lucy had just walked down a red carpet. And of course, she soaked it up, grinning and waving like she was some mini-celebrity.
Gwen wasn't far behind in the popularity contest.
"Good morning, Gwendolyn!" sang a girl with a black ponytail.
"Morning, Gwen!" added another, this one with dark skin and curly hair.
"Hey there, Gwendolyn," said a shorter girl with glasses, pushing them up as she smiled.
Gwen gave polite nods, trying to play it cool, though I caught that little twitch of a smile she was holding back.
And then… there was me.
See, my school life was a little different. Thanks to Lucy being a social butterfly and Gwen having her own natural charisma—pulled boys, most people already knew who I was. Not because I wanted the attention—just because of association. Problem was, that made me a walking target.
The boys, especially the older ones in fourth through sixth grade, glared at me like I'd stolen something from them. And technically? I had. Lucy's attention. It wasn't on purpose. She'd just been glued to me since we were toddlers—loyal like a golden retriever. And combine that with her being cute, upbeat, and friendly? Yeah. Instant jealousy from every guy who couldn't get her to even glance their way.
The girls weren't much better. They'd sneak glances at me, the kind kids give their first crushes—probally i looked bit more build,bit tall and almost all my baby fat gone. Which would've been flattering—if it didn't always end with Gwen glaring daggers at them from behind. My cousin wasn't subtle. Not at all.
And then there was the "genius" thing.
Ever since first grade, I'd been pulling perfect grades without even trying. Already won a couple local competitions, too. To me, the schoolwork was child's play. Literally. How could it not be? I was a twenty-year-old in the body of an eight-year-old. Add the anodite DNA boosting my brainpower, and yeah—I was cruising through this stuff.
Of course, that only fueled more jealousy. A lot of the "gifted" kids from upper grades had tried challenging me, trying to prove themselves smarter. Every single one failed. Well… except Gwen.
She was the only one who could keep up with me. And honestly? I respected her for that. She looked up to me like an older brother most of the time, but her raw intelligence—straight out of her original character—was no joke. Still, the gap between us was too wide. She hadn't beaten me yet, though she never stopped trying.
By the time I reached my classroom, I felt that familiar wave of relief. Gwen had her class, Lucy had hers, and for the next few hours, I wouldn't have to play referee between their constant bickering. I slipped into my desk, leaned back a little, and exhaled quietly. For now… I could breathe."siiiigh... finally... free."
When I slid my book into the desk drawer—planning to read it later—I suddenly felt the worst kind of emergency.
A huge urge to pee.
"Aagh… damn it," I muttered under my breath. Shouldn't have chugged so much orange juice this morning to replace my body fluids—because of the jogging I did this morning with Lucy, that definitely drained my body fluids.
Luckily, class hadn't started yet. I pushed my chair back, stood up, and slipped into the hallway, weaving past groups of kids on their way to their own classrooms.
The corridor was buzzing with the usual morning noise—shoes squeaking, lockers slamming, kids shouting across the hall. I ducked into the boys' bathroom, ready to just do my business and get out.
But of course… things are never that simple.
Right inside, I spotted it: a scene I'd seen too many times before. A kid about my age was cornered, pressed against the wall by two older boys. Sixth graders. Great.
The kid looked familiar—yeah, he sat on the same bench as me sometimes during recess—always silent and never speaks. Now, though, he looked small, clutching his backpack as if it could shield him.
"You freak!" the bigger one with a nose piercing sneered. "I saw you messing with that broken vending machine. Don't think I didn't!"
"Yeah, freak, talk!" the skinny one added, tilting his head in that wannabe gangster way. "Or we'll beat you down."
I sighed quietly. Of course.
Anyone else would've pretended not to see it. Some might even play "naive hero," step in, and then just end up getting stomped too.
But me? I'm not "anyone else." I'm Ben Tennyson. Not the naive cartoon version—but the version that's always ready.
"Hey, Mr. and Mr. Asshole!" I called out, my voice carrying just enough edge.
Both of them whipped their heads around.
"Who the hell said that, huh?" the big one barked.
"You tryin' to play hero—" the skinny one started, then stopped, blinking. "Wait… a kid?"
Their faces shifted from angry to confused in an instant. Yeah, guess it's not every day an elementary schooler swears at you like a grown man.
"This is… a kid?" the skinny one said again, staring at me like I was some alien.
No kidding, genius. I am a kid—at least on the outside.
I rolled my eyes, unfazed. "Yeah, I said it. Deaf, or just stupid?"
The big one's nostrils flared. "Punk, did you just swear at us?"
I smirked. "Did you hear me, asshole?"
That set them off.
"Wait a sec," the skinny one suddenly said, his eyes narrowing. "I know this brat. That's Ben Tennyson. Third grade. The one always hangin' around with Lucy."
My stomach dropped—Ah, hell.
The big one's face lit up like he'd just been handed a Christmas present. "You're right, Tony! Ooooh, boy. Let's beat him up!"
Of course. Lucy fans—figures.
I swear, sometimes being me is more trouble than it's worth.
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Both of them lunged at me at the same time—sloppy, wide swings, clumsy kicks. I just dodged, slipping past their attacks with ease.
Seriously? These guys were bullies, not fighters, no coordination, no technique. Just wild swinging fists and stomping feet.
"Ugh! Damn it, Tonny!" the fat one—Anton—grunted after nearly getting hit by his buddy.
"Shut up, Anton!" the skinny one snapped, missing again.
They kept attacking, but every swing whiffed through the air. I almost felt insulted.
Meanwhile, the kid they'd been bullying sat frozen against the wall, hugging his backpack tight. Tan skin, messy blond hair hanging over his face, sharp blue eyes peeking through. He just stared at me, wide-eyed.
"W-wooow…" he whispered, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Honestly? I could've kept playing with these clowns all day. But—agh! My bladder screamed at me. That OJ from this morning was NOT helping. If I kept moving around, I was definitely gonna leak.
"Welp… let's end this," I muttered, ducking another clumsy punch. "I don't have much time."
I grabbed both their wrists, one in each hand. A quick pivot, a step, and—slam! Using their own weight against them, I threw them hard onto the tiled floor. Its basic Aikido, efficiency over flash—i feel like park Jong geon/gun from lookism,minus his ultra insting reverse eyes.
"AAAHH!" Both of them hit the ground with a thud. Before they could even recover, I followed up with two sharp blows to the sides of their heads. Not enough to break anything, but enough to drop them like stones.
Out cold.
"Phew." I dusted my hands, then looked at the blond kid still sitting on the floor.
"You okay, buddy?" I asked.
He blinked, then scrambled to his feet, still holding his backpack tight. "Y-yeah… thanks for saving me. And you were awesome!"
He looked younger than me, maybe the same eight years old, but smaller, more fragile. Meanwhile, I knew my body looked closer to ten, thanks to all the training and my mana—well most of all because it.
I chuckled. "That was nothing. Don't worry—those two fools won't bother you again. And…" I glanced at the unconscious bullies sprawled on the tiles, "…they probably won't even remember this happened."
Because I made sure of it. I hadn't used full force—just enough to knock them out. But with a little mana slip into my strikes, I blurred their short-term memory. When they woke up, this would just feel like a bad dream.
Problem solved...i looked back at that kid and approching them
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After dealing with those bullies, I crouched down to check on the kid. Same age as me—eight, maybe nine tops. He looked fine, no bruises, no cuts. Just a stretched-out collar from getting yanked around, and his backpack a little scuffed. Nothing serious.
Definitely one of the third-graders. Could be from Gwen's class, or maybe Lucy's.
Once he realized he was safe, he fidgeted nervously, eyes flicking up to meet mine. My green eyes locked with his bluish ones.
"You're… Ben, right?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah," I replied, curious.
He swallowed, then blurted out, "A-ah—I forgot to introduce myself. W-well, we met before… actually, we sat together on the bench at recess once. B-but I never had the courage to talk, so… um…"
The way he stammered reminded me of Lucy back when she first started tagging along with me. Shy, awkward, but trying.
"My name is…" He paused, cheeks turning red. I tilted my head. Was this kid blushing? That's kinda sus… no way he swings that way, right?
But then—
"...Cooper. Cooper Daniels. But people call me Conny."
…
Hold up.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
Cooper?
That Cooper?
Naaaah, no way—i ain't unexpected this,I stared at him, my brain screeching to a halt. His clothes weren't exactly the same as I remembered, but close enough.
This wasn't happening.
I was having a full-on mental crisis in the middle of the boy's bathroom.
Before I could get a word out, he suddenly checked his wristwatch and panicked. "Aaagh, I-I can't stay here too long!"
"What?" I raised an eyebrow.
He looked around nervously, then muttered something that made my eyes widen.
"Girls aren't supposed to be here, but they dragged me along… I'll get yelled at if they find me!"
"…Eh? What?"
Before I could even process that sentence—whether he was talking nonsense, or if there was some big secret hidden in his words—he bolted. Out the bathroom door, waving at me as he disappeared down the hall.
Gone. Just like that.
I stood frozen, speechless.
Was that… was that really Cooper? And did he just—what the hell did that even mean? Is this cooper a g—
My head spun with questions. But then reality smacked me right in the bladder.
"Ah, crap—!"
I dashed to the nearest stall and finally took care of the real emergency. Sweet relief.
Meanwhile, the two sixth-graders I'd knocked out were still sprawled across the bathroom floor like discarded trash.
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OMAKE! DAN DADA DAN!!!
For this chapter imma give you 3 OMAKE extra! Extra!
TITLE: That look familiar.
It was a bright morning in Bellwood. Joel and Camille Tennyson had just finished their weekly grocery run, a routine they'd settled into over the three years since their marriage. Life was simple, steady—and the couple couldn't have been happier.
"Mama, bloook"
Aris Tennyson, their two-year-old daughter, tugged at Camille's hand. The little girl had inherited her mother's striking blue eyes and her father's long brown hair. She pointed excitedly toward a display rack near the store entrance.
"Hm? What is it, dear?" Camille asked warmly, following her daughter's gaze.
On the rack sat a stack of brightly colored comic books.
"Oh, heheh… comic books, is it?" Camille chuckled. No surprise there. Aris had been heavily influenced by her cousin (Camille cousin) Lucy Mann, who was obsessed with comics. It was only natural the little girl had picked up the same habit.
Joel approached, holding a grocery bag in each arm and wearing his usual easy smile. "What's going on here?"
"Nothing much," Camille replied. "Aris spotted a comic book she wants."
Joel leaned down to take a look. "Hero From Outworld, huh?" he mused, reading the bold title across the cover. "This series has been everywhere lately."
"Yeah," Camille sighed, shaking her head with a fond smile. "Lucy showed her the first volume and read it to her, and now she's hooked. Even though we literally bought a whole stack of comics yesterday…"
Joel raised an eyebrow knowingly. "Oh, come on, honey. Just admit you're the one who wants it. I've caught you sneaking in chapters more than once. Didn't you and Lucy binge the cartoon adaptation last week?"
Caught red-handed, Camille stuck out her tongue playfully, winking with one eye closed. Her red hair, tied neatly in a bun, bobbed slightly as she laughed. Dressed in her light pink tank top, khaki pants, silver necklace, and matching flats, she looked every bit the mischievous mom.
"Heheh… busted~."
Joel just shook his head with a grin. "Unbelievable. Two kids in this family—one of them's just taller than the other."
A little while later, the family piled into their car. Joel drove, humming softly, while from the backseat came the rustle of paper. Aris sat beside Camille, both of them already nose-deep in the brand-new comic volume.
Joel glanced at them through the rearview mirror, amused. "You two really can't wait until we get home, huh?"
Neither of them answered. Both mother and daughter were too absorbed in the colorful panels to even notice.
Joel chuckled again, shaking his head. "Yup. Definitely two kids."
"Oh, what? Don't tease," Camille replied with a grin, flipping another page. "Still, it is rare for human entertainment to portray aliens this well."
Her form shimmered, shifting as she spoke. In place of her human disguise now stood her true Lenopan body—but smooth yet muddy with purple skin, faintly glowing violet eyes, long delicate antennae, and whisker-like tendrils. Humanoid enough to pass at a glance, but unmistakably alien.
"I mean, honestly," she continued, holding up the comic for Aris to see. "Whoever came up with this design was a genius. The anatomy, the biology… it's very specific. Almost too specific."
Aris giggled, fascinated by both the comic's art and her mom's playful transformation. Joel, meanwhile, just chuckled under his breath at his wife's commentary.
"Yeah, it is pretty interesting," Joel admitted. "When you first showed me the show, I thought it was just a silly cartoon for kids. But the more I watched… the planets, the species, their abilities—it all felt like déjà vu. Like…"
They both paused for a beat before finishing the sentence together, perfectly in sync:
"…the real aliens."
They burst out laughing, the moment too on-the-nose.
"Take Hotwave, for example," Joel continued, eyes still on the road. "The guy's basically a Pyronite, just… made of molten metal instead of fire. And that Brainphibian? Short, hyper-intelligent, frog-like? Tell me that isn't just a Galvan with a makeover."
Camille chuckled softly, her antennae twitching with amusement. "Hehe, true. But what I really admire is how the author gave these aliens stories. Tragic pasts, misunderstood backgrounds… and yet they're still written as heroes. Even if their appearances are frightening, they're still treated with dignity." She reached over, stroking Aris's hair as she spoke. "I hope Earth can learn that someday. To accept beings for who they are, not how they look."
Joel smiled at her words, his hands steady on the wheel. "Heh, yeah. Funny thing is, even my parents—who I thought would freak out—ended up loving the show. When I first realized how close it was to the real thing, I worried they'd notice too much. But nope. They just became fans like everyone else."
Camille tilted her head curiously. "Really? Gordon and Betty Jean?"
Joel laughed, remembering. "Yup. Called me a few months ago raving about how much they loved the Brainphibian character. Said it reminded them of 'something they couldn't quite place.'" He smirked. "Let's just say I kept quiet."
The car filled with soft laughter and the sound of Aris flipping through pages, her tiny voice occasionally gasping at the colorful illustrations.",kyahahahaha."
For now, it was just another ordinary day.
Or at least, as ordinary as life could be when your mom was a Lenopan and your dad had fought actual aliens.
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Tittle: Ninja?
This story takes place three years ago, when five-year-olds Gwen, Ben, and Lucy had just begun their martial arts training.
The dojo was lively that afternoon, the mats echoing with the thud of kicks and the sharp cries of kiai. Among the observers was a man in his early thirties, tall and well-built, with natural Tyrian-purple hair tied back neatly. His sapphire-blue eyes followed the children with calm precision, though his faint grin suggested a deep fondness for what he was seeing.
He'd been in Bellwood for only a short while, but already the town surprised him. So many children—so much raw talent—flocking to study martial arts. It reminded him of home.
One boy in particular caught his eye: a brown-haired kid kicking the training dummies with fierce determination. Despite being barely five, his technique showed promise—sharper than most beginners twice his age.
Beside him, a blonde girl and a ginger-haired girl trained just as hard, focused and disciplined in their movements. It was hard to believe they were all the same age.
Watching from the sidelines was a red Hawaiian shirt–wearing man with a proud grin and a round belly—clearly their grandfather, encouraging the children with a voice loud enough to fill the whole room.
The dojo master smiled warmly at the sight. "These kids… they've got something," he murmured to himself. His gaze swept over the room, watching not just those three but the dozens of young students training. "Bellwood really is full of surprises. Who'd have thought I'd start over here and see so much talent? Five different martial arts classes, all packed with eager kids… yeah. I'm proud."
Just then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He stepped back and answered. "Hello? …Ah! Hahaha, Howard, buddy! Long time, no see!" His voice lit up at once, carrying the energy of an old friendship. "Yeah, yeah, I'm doing great here. Bellwood's amazing. Theresa loves it too. The dojo's thriving. You'd like it."
He listened for a moment, then blinked in surprise. His tone shifted. "…Wait. What? A new Ninja? How…? Already?" His expression tightened, caught between disbelief and a flash of old instincts. "Aagh, really?! Oh man… I'm sorry to hear that. I hope everything's okay back there."
He rubbed his forehead, sighing, but his voice softened with reassurance. "Yeah. Yeah, I get it. That kid's got big shoes to fill, huh? Don't worry about giving me the details now. Just… make sure they're ready."
The call ended with a heavy click. He pocketed the phone, exhaling a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. For a moment, he just stared at the children training, the echoes of their laughter and determination filling the dojo.
"New Ninja, huh…" he muttered under his breath. "Guess the Nomicon never takes a break. Even though the sorcerer is no more—seem it need find another ninja while I'm not around,heh."
A young assistant rushed over, carrying a clipboard. "Uh, Mr. Cunningham, the shipment of extra dummies just arrived. We'll need your signature, sir."
The man nodded, pulling himself back into the present. "Right. Let's take care of it." He gave one last glance at the brown-haired boy and the two girls practicing hard under their grandfather's watchful eyes.
(Author:what?... don't looked at me like that.)
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Tittle: aftermath
After Ben had finished beating the two bullies in the boys' bathroom, it didn't take long for them to be discovered. A teacher happened to pass by and froze in shock.
"Wha—!? Two boys down, here in the bathroom?!" he exclaimed, quickly waving over the nearby security guard.
The teacher crouched down, trying to check if the boys were breathing while the guard shook his head. Together, the two adults dragged the unconscious sixth-graders out.
"Damn… this one's heavy, like a sea lion," the teacher muttered as they carried the larger one to the nurse's office.
When the boys finally came around on the infirmary beds, the school nurse frowned. "What were you two doing lying on the bathroom floor?"
But the two could only groan and rub their heads. Strangely, they didn't remember anything—not the fight, not how they ended up there.
That didn't save them, though. As a result, the school assumed they had ditched class and were messing around. The two were branded as truants and, with no excuse to defend themselves, got hauled off to the principal's office for punishment.
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Hey dough here,again...sorry didn't upload anything couple days ahead,my phone still lagging when i write like 10k to 18k words
So i was planning to make like 5k words each chapter or idk....
also...i had two other fanfic coming out...some i planning for 7 or 14 chapters only and some i planning bit longer chapter like this Ben 10 fanfic.
And also here some extra,you probably wonder what these three have learn what kind of martial arts from that course
Gwen she learn two martial arts taekwondo and judo.
As for Lucy she learn boxing,karate
As for MC (Ben) muay thai,aikido,karate
MC learn from course,he also learn some martial arts from internet hehehe i couldn't tell you what's it :3
DOUGH:Give me cheese donut & coffe then i'll tell you (☞^o^) ☞
LEMON:Stingy
DOUGH:Shut up! Lemon...
LEMON:Bleh!..Fatass
DOUGH:...