Oh right...that existed
Third Person POV:
Warm sunlight poured into the Tennyson household like golden syrup over a lazy Saturday morning. The soft thud of toddler feet, the distant buzz of a coffee machine, and the chirping of birds outside the window made the house feel alive. Not chaotically—but felt peaceful, almost unnaturally so.
Inside, however, a small green-eyed infant was crawling on all fours like a tiny man on a mission.
His name? Benjamin Kirby Tennyson.
Or rather, someone who got reincarnated as him.
It had been 6 month since he came screaming into this world—literally.
6 month of processing, observing, plotting.
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MC'S POV:
This really a sunny day the kind of day you could nap through if you were lazy, maybe enjoy a bottle of milk and a diaper change like some average baby with no concerns other than teething.
But not me.
I crawled in calculated zigzags across the wooden floor, half pretending to chase a plush alien-shaped rattle while silently grinning like a lunatic—but not because I was some happy, normal infant.
Nope. It was because of what I discovered last night when I think hard.
Something important. Something powerful. Something that made all those sleepless nights of existential crisis and "why the hell am I a baby in Ben 10?!" tantrums worth it. so absurd that I actually forgot it existed.
Let's rewind a bit...
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FLASHBACK LAST NIGHT
It all began after Gwen and her parents left. I guess you could call it a playdate—not that either of us could walk, talk, or do anything more advanced than drool and giggle like tiny idiots. Still, I made progress. Subtle emotional manipulation.
Anyway, Gwen was on track. I'd started planting the seeds my groundwork to raised her. Make her trust me, bond with me, look at me as something special. Protective instincts - the first step to turning her into a loyal sword and shield,by do this baby steps, literally. A little finger-holding here, a cute giggle there, and boom—instant cousin loyalty.
But what about me?
I needed a weapon. A real one i could you before get my hand kn omitrix,I could learn some martial arts I remembered from manhwa i read like Lookism, Viral Hit,the boxer hell even some random Bruce Lee footage I once watched at 3AM. But that's nothing against some and sciopaths sorcerer and I wasn't about to Jiu-jitsu my way out of a Vilgax encounter.
That why that night, I lay in my crib, swaddled up like a stuffed burrito, eyes scanning the dark room as my baby-sized brain churned at full throttle.
I didn't have a system. No cheat panel. No "Welcome to the World!" tutorial pop-up. But I had something better: Memory,Knowledge, Strategy,I knew how this world worked.
Aliens,Tech,Mutated freaks..magic.
Wait...magic
And then it hit me like a space-truck full of spicy lore.
"ANODITES!"
Yes.... ANODITES.
My baby lips curled into a crooked grin under the dim nightlight.
I laughed, which made my mom chuckle from across the room. She thought I was reacting to the dumb story my dad telling right now after they put me on the crib. Cute. But no. I was having a goddamn breakthrough.
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BACK TO PRESENT
'How the hell did I forget they existed?!'
Anodites. The energy-based aliens from the Ben 10 universe. Made of pure mana—literal magic energy. Gwen could tap into that bloodline in the future. That meant it came from somewhere. Someone.
And that someone? Was my grandma.
Verdona an Anodite aka walking mana-nuke — is a literal energy being made of pure magic,alien from planet anodyne and also Grandpa Max's alien wife.
Aaaaand yep.
Grandpa Max banged one.
"My grandpa... really banged an alien base energy goddess chick huh...?"
Try not to imagine that. I did, and now I want brain bleach...eeeegh.
I shook my head to clear the scary thoughts that had just appeared in my mind. As I teased the plastic toy key and bit it. Igrinned like a psychopath in a diaper. Because now I knew what to look for.
It wasn't just theoretical. It was inside me. Somewhere. Buried beneath the human skin and the tiny lungs and the warm bottles of milk—there was the spark of something divine.
"So here's the deal :Again, Anodites are beings of pure mana from the planet Anodyne. They can bend magical energy at will. They don't need spellbooks or wands. They are magic."
"Gwen gets it from Grandma Verdona, obviously. So that means my dad, Carl, is her son. Meaning... I got some of that sparkinme too." I said in my mind while acting like a toddler trying for a few weeks,I put a plastic toy key in my mouth as if acting.
The problem?Ben in the original series never awakened it. In fact, the Omnitrix never even detected it. But that didn't mean it wasn't there,there are only two reasons the Omnitrix didn't pick it up:
One, Ben really was a pure baseline human.
Or two… his Anodite spark was so small, so diluted, it flew under the radar. But that wouldn't stop me,I'm not cartoon Ben. I don't leave weapons lying on the table just because they're hard to reach.
'But how do I awaken my spark?' I asked myself, until I thought of a way...that is.
MEDITATION
Yeah. That's right.
6 month old me sat on a pile of building blocks for four hours and meditated.
I thought it was dumb. I made fun of those overpowered manhua protagonists who'd say things like "I shall circulate my inner qi!" while glowing like a lamp in the void. Do you know how hard it is to meditate with a mushy baby brain and a wiggly diaper?
A literal six-month-old baby sat in the middle of a toy-strewn living room and meditated like a monk on mushrooms. My mom was in the kitchen making lunch or whatever. My dad reading a newspaper in the corner. No one suspected that their 6 month old son was sitting there trying to awaken the divine alien bloodline in his soul.
I sat there in complete stillness—well, as still as my baby instincts allowed—trying to feel something deeper in my blood. I focused. I breathed. I cursed under my breath about cringe manhua tropes. Why is it always fanservice and unfunny jokes? why do all cultivation MCs have ego the size of a planet?
Still… I followed their path. I imagined meridians. I envisioned spiritual cores.
And then, after what felt like eternity, I felt something....spark...very small,weak, but real.
"HELL YEAH!!" what i wanna to say.
It was microscopic. Like a drop of spit in an ocean. But it pulsed in my soul. A slow, steady thrum of power. I can work with this even its small i can build it as my card.
I tried drawing it out, like the cultivation in those manhua, slowly, carefully....but I got greedy as a result i pulled too fast. Tried to mold it. Channel it. Force it to awaken fully.
That was my first mistake....oh boy my horroble mistake
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!"i Screaming inside my head because this unbelievable PAIN.
My vision blurred. My organs twisted. It was like my bones were being melted in acid while my brain was being electrocuted. I couldn't even scream—I was choking on my own breath. Every nerve was on fire.
My gums bled. Blood trickled from my nose and mouth. I bit my tongue trying to endure it, sweat drenching my onesie as I thrashed silently, curling in on myself.
Or i could more descriptive like where's the pain in your body feels like it's being swarmed by tiny creatures that keep on clawing at you viciously from the outside,and the burning sensation you feel inside your body is like being roasted, all your organs are melting into shapeless lumps. That's the pain I experienced right now.
"Oh god oh god oh god—why didn't anyone WARN ME?!"I said in my mind while holding back the pain, my small body curling automatically because of the unbearable pain.
I'd awakened the Anodite spark. But it was too small, too fragile. Gwen didn't feel pain because she had plenty of it to burn. I had a drop. A droplet forcing its way through a body too weak to handle it.
"This is what happens when secondhand goods basiclly a dying ember, and I tried to light it with gasoline. "I said in my mind while cursing this blood line.
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And after nearly an hour, the pain… subsided
I passed out, drooling on the carpet, soaked in sweat, toy bricks pressed into my cheeks.
When I woke up from being unconscious for 10 minutes with one break glue go my baby face and some blood from my mouth and nose...and throbbed head.
I Saw it..
A faint green glow shimmered over my fingertips—barely visible, like fog in moonlight,transparent... like only I could see because my father's face was right above me, shocked and worried was the expression he showed. I quickly wiped away the blood coming from my mouth and nose before he notice it.
Then i hear put steps walk out from kitchen,seem my dad called my mom after seeing me suddenly fainted and was unconscious for 10 minutes.
Just then, Mom walked in—probably reacting to my dad called,she look Panic also.
I threw on a fake cry, rolled to the side, started flailing like a tired little worm. She scooped me up, panic in her eyes. and the next thing I knew, I was being wiped down, changed (because I was soaked in sweat), and babied like a proper baby.
That was close call. I almost got caught with blood on my face and a mana buzz in my veins.
They put me on my crib after give me my bottle milk. They left me in my room, still with a worried face adorned with a smile. I felt like a jerk for making them worry. They are still my parents, you know.
After they left the room, I sat in silence.
The pain had dulled, but my brain was still rattled.
"No wonder Grandma Verdona cared more about Gwen in the original... Gwen had the spark naturally—big and strong. Mine? It's microscopic. A drop of rain in a storm." The words I uttered in my mind.
My little mouth started to form a smirk because I didn't give a fuck about that shit, I already got what I wanted. Mana for me to use and a cousin that I can use as a shield and sword, for my safety. If you wanted me to be a hero, oh I would be a hero, I would give the Hero they want, but this world also knows I won't be the stupid type of hero,I will use anything for my own benefit, and This world… isn't ready for that and I'm just getting started.
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A MOTHER'S WORRIES
Third Person POV:
(Day Monday,2 day after that happen)
That day, Sandra kept her eyes on Ben a little more than usual.
Something had changed in her ever since last Saturday morning—since the moment her six-month-old baby boy suddenly collapsed. She hadn't seen it happen with her own eyes, and that only made it worse. The guilt. The confusion. The fear. It all weighed heavy on her, following her like a shadow.
The sun had barely begun its climb over the peaceful hills of Bellwood. The gentle light spilled through the windows of the Tennyson home, casting soft gold over everything. But while the world outside continued its quiet rhythm, inside, Sandra's mind was storming. Her steps were calm, her smile warm, but beneath it all, her heart raced. She was terrified of blinking—afraid that if she looked away even for a second, something might happen again.
Ben was only six months old. Still too young to speak, too young to tell her what hurt or how he felt. But his eyes… something about his eyes that day had stuck with her. It wasn't a normal faint. It wasn't exhaustion. It was deeper. Stranger. And the memory of that moment continued to haunt her, like a whisper at the edge of her thoughts. A mother knows—she knows when something isn't right.
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SANDRA TENNYSON POV
I haven't been the same since that morning.
If Carl hadn't called me from the kitchen, I wouldn't have known what was happening to our son. I was just finishing up the breakfast dishes, wiping the counter, going through the motions of a normal morning. Ben was only a few steps away, in the living room, playing with his favorite toy blocks and plastic keychains. Everything seemed fine—until it wasn't.
Carl was sitting in his chair, flipping through the newspaper he picked up the night before. He watched Ben while I cleaned. That's when it happened. One moment, Ben was laughing softly… the next, nothing. No movement. No sound. Carl's voice shattered the stillness.
Carl (try hidden his Panic):"Sa—Sandra! Come quick!"
His voice cracked with fear. He was trying to hide it, but I could hear the panic trembling under each syllable. The kind of fear that only hits when something precious might slip away. I dropped the cloth in my hand and ran.
Ben was lying there, still and pale. His little onesie was soaked with sweat. The sight of it made my heart stop,then i notice he start regain consciousness . I picked him up—my arms barely holding steady—and just then, his eyes green look at me. He looked up at me… and smiled. That tiny, painful smile told me he had pushed through something. Something I didn't understand. But it hurt to see....and i swear to God i see blood come out from my child mouth and nose but the gone... Still there proof that he was bleeding, I could see a little blood stain on his plastic blocks toy.
I held him tightly. My maternal instincts were screaming that something was wrong. This wasn't a simple faint or heat rash. No, it felt different. It felt deeper—like something I couldn't explain was happening inside him. And that unknown... it terrified me.
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It's Monday now. Carl went to work like usual, wearing that calm, composed expression he always wears. But I could tell. He's still shaken too. His silence speaks volumes. We're both trying to pretend everything is fine—but deep down, we're not.
Ben's been back to his cheerful self, giggling and babbling as he rolls around with his toys. It's like nothing ever happened. But I can't forget. I keep waiting for something to go wrong again. Every time he coughs or blinks too slowly, my chest tightens. I'm scared… and what kind of mother wouldn't be?
I remember the way the nurses looked at Ben when he was born. They whispered, exchanged glances. He had his eyes open from the very first second, sharp and aware, like a soul that had already seen too much. I didn't care what they said. He was my son, my child. And as long as he was breathing, I was grateful.
Later that afternoon, my sister-in-law Lili came over with her baby, Gwen. Gwen and Ben are the same age—only seven seconds apart. But Ben already acts like a big brother, always reaching out, always looking at her with such warmth. Watching them play together made my heart swell. For just a moment, I forgot about my fear.
But it didn't last long. As Lili and I sat together, I told her everything. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I told her about the sweat, the fainting, the silence that scared me more than any cry ever could. I told her how Carl had called out with shaking fear in his voice, even though he tried to stay strong.
Lili was shocked, but she didn't panic. She listened. She comforted me. She reminded me that sometimes babies do odd things, that maybe it was nothing. But I could see it in her eyes—she was concerned too. Still, her words helped. They softened the fear, just a little.
After she left with Frank and Gwen, I sat with Ben in his room. I brushed his hair gently with my fingers, whispered a little prayer under my breath. He's my heart. My blood. My flesh. Everything I am is tied to this little boy.
Later that night, I gave Ben his bottle, bathed him, changed him into his pajamas, and tucked him gently into his crib. Carl was in the kitchen finishing dinner because he said he wanted to help prepare dinner, and told me to give Ben milk and take him to the crib, then I stayed behind for more couple minutes. I couldn't bring myself to leave just yet.
I stood by Ben's crib a little longer than usual, just watching him sleep. Listening to the soft rhythm of his breathing. I leaned down and kissed his forehead, brushing his little hand with mine.
"Don't worry, Ben… Mom is here," I whispered softly, my voice tight with emotion.
Then I walked toward the door. I glanced back one more time before slowly pulling it closed behind me.
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OMAKE
I I'm only 6 months old! Give me a break mom
Look, I know I'm six months old, but seriously—cut me some slack. You think I wanted to get reincarnated as a baby in the Ben 10 universe? With aliens, genocidal warlords, crazy hex, and abomination mutated horror freaks casually vibing in the background? I didn't even get a reincarnation manual! No flashy god, no tutorial screen. One second I'm dying (I don't even remember how—maybe tax fraud?), next second bam—I'm Ben freakin' Tennyson, in diapers, with the mental age of a stressed-out 20-something college student who binge-watched every cartoon from the golden age of CN..and others piece of media,manga,anime manhwa ,novel you know the rest. Bonus trauma? I remember being born. Yep. Front-row seat to Sandra's labor. Thanks, universe.
Let me tell you something about being a baby. It sucks. Big time. You ever try circulating mana through a nervous system that still thinks its toes are chew toys? I'm here trying to manipulate arcane energy while also randomly burping like a soda can left in the sun. But guess what? I did it. After a week of screaming, drooling, and flopping around like a Magikarp in a microwave, I managed to awaken a tiny sliver of mana. Like, so tiny. I call it Mana-nade. Because it's baby-sized and explosive... if you squint hard and lower your expectations.
But none of that compares to my true, unbeatable nemesis. Not Vilgax. Not Zs'Skayr. Not even puberty. No—my final boss is… Sandra Tennyson.
Level: Worried Mother
Class: Domestic Sentinel
Skills: Ultra-Instinct Hug Dodge, Cheek Kiss Barrage, and the dreaded Unbreakable Baby Monitor Protocol. Ever since I fainted during my first mana awakening (DON'T judge me, mana hurts, okay?! They never show it in the show.), she's been on 24/7 mom lockdown mode. I can't even fart suspiciously without her teleporting into the room like a Final Fantasy boss with max perception stats.
One time, I was circulating mana while doing the ol' "I'm chewing my foot" distraction play. Genius, right? Classic misdirection. But out of nowhere, she swoops in with a barrage of cheek kisses like she's trying to summon Cupid through brute force. Result? My mana flow implodes. Ten minutes of painstaking baby cultivation—gone. Another time, I crawled into the laundry basket to get some peace and quiet. A tactical cultivation chamber, if you will. She thought I was missing, activated Code Pink, and mobilized her move speed in under a minute. I got found faster than you can say "alien Kineceleran transformation of the watch."
At this point, I honestly considered dying again—just to roll the reincarnation dice and maybe get into a slightly less surveillance-heavy dimension. Like, I love Ben 10, I really do. We all watched it during the Cartoon Network golden age. But the key difference? That was a cartoon. This feels like a high-res simulation with real consequences and zero skip button. I'm six months old and I already have a stress ulcer the size of a Cheerio.
Still… this isn't just about me getting the Omnitrix and yelling cool alien names. I need to master this mana thing. For my survival. For what's coming. So even if it means chewing my toes while circulating mana in a cardboard box, or pretending to be asleep while doing inner-breathing like a baby Shaolin monk—I'll do it. 'Cause the universe doesn't care if I'm in diapers or not. And I ain't going down without a fight...mom
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