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(General P.O.V)
The first time Ben met Kevin Levin, it should have been nothing more than another strange, chaotic stop on their summer road trip. A kid with powers. A kid like him. Someone who could finally understand the thrill of alien transformations-Kevin's was more of absorptions- and dangerous adventures.
Ben latched onto that idea almost instantly.
Max and Gwen were wary from the start. Kevin's posture was too defensive, his grin too eager, his eyes too hungry.
But none of that mattered to Ben when Kevin absorbed the metal railing and bent it like taffy with his bare hands. A living counterpart to the Omnitrix—rough around the edges, sure, but powered. Capable. Cool.
Inside the Omnitrix, Loth watched the early interactions with a growing sense of calculation. And hope.
Kevin wasn't just some meta-human anomaly. He was an Osmosian. His molecular patterns didn't behave like a normal human's. The absorption wasn't merely physical mimicry—it was energetic, structural, and uncomfortably compatible with the Codon Stream's architecture.
Which meant one thing.
Kevin could pull energy out of the Omnitrix.
Including Loth.
It was the first real lifeline Loth had seen.
And the more he watched Kevin, the more the idea solidified. If Ben ever slipped—if Kevin ever managed to grab the watch while Ben was mid-transformation—there would be a breach large enough for Loth to escape. Not a safe method. Not a clean one. But a way out.
The days leading up to it were rough. Ben and Kevin's friendship burned bright, reckless, and fast. Kevin encouraged every bad impulse Ben had ever had. Skip chores. Break curfew. Show off powers.
Ben called it "freedom." Gwen called it "idiocy." Max called it "a walking hazard warning." and "now you be careful boys."
But it didn't last.
Kevin didn't just want friendship. He wanted the Omnitrix—the whole thing. Strength wasn't enough for him. He wanted variety. Options. Infinite transformation potential.
And eventually, the day came when he tried to take it.
It happened on the docks just outside Portland. Kevin's energy crackled as he reached out, not for Ben, but for the watch itself. His hand shifted into a grotesque blend of copper and concrete, forming a siphon-like structure that clamped around the Omnitrix dial. Ben screamed as green sparks burst between them.
Inside the watch, Loth felt it immediately: the barrier thinning, Codon Stream data destabilizing.
Kevin's absorption was tearing apart the transformation index—not enough to break the Omnitrix, but enough to rupture the layer of energy where Loth's consciousness was anchored.
Ben shoved at Kevin's chest, voice trembling.
"Kevin, stop! You're hurting me!"
Kevin snarled, pulling harder. "Just a little more… Come on, Tennyson! come on—give me one of those aliens! Don't be selfish!"
The Omnitrix chirped an emergency override. Ben panicked and slapped the dial.
Loth sensed the transformation activate and using his very limited control of the Codon Stream, he manipulated the result.
Green, pink, and white energy blasted outward—an incomplete shift, that still managed to throw Kevin away.
The Anodite form.
Ben's eyes glowed. His hair flared in magenta light. Loth felt the surge of pure mana, that familiar weightless heat of the Anodite state.
Kevin saw it too, and his expression twisted into something greedy and unhinged.
"That one," he breathed, getting to his feet. "I want that one."
He lunged.
His palm hit the Anodite's arm.
And everything broke.
A violent pull ripped through the transformation, tearing through the Codon Stream like a riptide. Ben cried out as his energy drained. The Omnitrix screamed warnings in a dozen alien dialects.
Loth felt himself being yanked—no, sucked out of the watch's interior structure, dragged by the force of Kevin's absorption like a drowning man caught in a whirlpool.
This was his chance.
His only chance.
He leaned into it, pushing himself out of the Omnitrix's grip. Perhaps he was yelling. Or screaming...or laughing...
The world flashed.
Energy tore.
The tether snapped.
And then—impact.
Kevin's body spasmed as Loth slammed into it not physically, but as a torrent of pure Anodite consciousness. Kevin wasn't prepared. His human neural pathways weren't designed to hold Anodite essence, let alone a foreign soul. His mind shattered almost instantly.
One moment, Kevin was screaming.
The next—silence.
Loth drifted in the dark, disoriented, until his awareness stabilized. He felt a heartbeat. Skin. Breath. Weight. A body—Kevin's body—responding to him. He opened his eyes, groggy.
He was lying face-down on the dock.
Ben, exhausted and half-conscious from energy loss, kneeled next to him. Gwen ran toward them. Max shouted for someone to grab the medkit.
Nobody noticed the faint magenta flicker behind Kevin's eyes.
Nobody noticed Loth steadying the body from inside, adjusting breathing, regulating heart rate.
Nobody even imagined the possibility.
Ben whispered hoarsely, "Kevin? Are you okay?"
Loth forced the body to give a weak groan, enough to sound alive but not functional.
Ben exhaled in relief. Gwen still looked suspicious. Max was already scanning Kevin for injuries.
They didn't know the truth.
Kevin Levin was gone.
And Loth—
Finally free—
Was wearing his body. Even as he passed out.
(Loth's P.O.)
I didn't realize I was dreaming until I felt the ground soften beneath my feet—turning from asphalt into midnight sand, shifting in a way no real terrain ever did. There was no horizon, no sky, just a ring of humming violet torches arranged around me like an occult amphitheater. And a whole lot of purple.
And then she stepped out of the darkness.
Hecate.
Not the warm mother/teacher she could sometimes pretend to be. This was her truest shape—tall, severe, crowned in shifting shadows like broken starlight. Three faces, each staring in a different direction, all of them focused on me.
"You finally chose," she said. Her voice came from everywhere at once. "You embraced survival."
I didn't bother pretending I wasn't shaken.
"You destabilized me. When I first arrived in this world, my magic control was out of sync on purpose. You planned it."
The torches flared.
"Of course I did, child. You needed to understand the nature of the power you chase. Order does not arise from comfort. Order is forged when matter collapses into energy and learns to reshape its own laws. And we need Order to defeat Chaos."
My suspicions proved true, and it fully clicked then—why my Anodite form failed, why half my powers sputtered, why being pulled through the Omnitrix nearly tore me into pieces.
Sabotage. Even now, Hecate schemed, reminding me that the Gods could not be trusted.
"Y- you forced me to break the boundary. Matter to energy. Soul to field."
I swallowed. "So that I'd learn to control the Order side of magic."
Everything that had happened- she'd somehow foreseen it. From getting absorbed by Alien X to in turn taking possession of Kevin's body...
She smiled—not kind, not approving. More like a scientist pleased that her experiment survived long enough to produce data.
"Chaos expands endlessly. Order is the force that consumes it. Devours it. Shapes it and brings balance."
"I see. You're saying the only way to beat Chaos is…"
I hesitated, but the truth was already forming.
"To devour it first. Before it devours me."
Her three faces aligned into one.
"Now you understand. But understanding is not mastery."
The torches dimmed into near black. Only her eyes remained lit.
"Your original body is gone. The spell I placed on it burned off when you encountered the Celestialsapien. But your soul is still bound to my Crossroads Realm—the interstitial layer connecting the dimensions, the place where Chaos and Order are fated to intersect."
Cold dread pooled in my stomach.
"So I just need to reach it."
"Yes. If you can return to the Crossroads realm, it will resonate with you. A new portal will form. But hurry."
Her voice sharpened.
"Chaos grows, taking over more and more control of the Crossroads. And if it reaches your friends before you do… there will be nothing left to save."
The dream shattered like glass.
I woke to a headache, a dry mouth, and the uncomfortable sensation of metal biting into my wrists.
My first breath didn't feel like my breath.
My second breath did.
Right. Kevin's body. My new vessel.
It was heavier than my old one. Smaller but muscular. Hardened. The warmth on my chest buzzed with an underlying hum—Osmosian biology, the perfect hybrid of matter manipulation and energy absorption. Exactly the kind of body an Anodite soul could fuse with too easily.
No, not Exact.
Perfect. The Perfect Vessel.
I flexed my fingers. They responded instantly, though stiffly.
The cuffs rattled.
I opened my eyes.
I was in the Rustbucket's back compartment. Gwen stood near the table, arms folded. Ben hovered closer, torn between worry and fear. Grandpa Max stood in front of both of them, hand on his blaster.
"Kevin," Max said, voice firm. "If you've calmed down, we can talk."
Kevin.
Right.
I tested the cuffs again. Osmosian skin—Kevin's skin—sparkled faintly as my energy passed through it. The metal restraints offered resistance, then gave way like they were made of fog. They slid to the floor with a clink.
Ben jumped, ready to transform. Gwen swore under her breath. Max adjusted his stance.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my wrists.
"First," I said, my voice steadier than I felt, "we need to talk."
Gwen froze. Ben stepped forward, eyes narrowed.
"That's… not Kevin."
Max's eyes widened slightly—recognition dawning.
Ben whispered, "Loth?"
I nodded.
"Long story short?" I said. "I got pulled out of the Omnitrix when Kevin tried to absorb it's power." I injected a faint touch of sorrow in my tone before going on, "Kevin's body couldn't handle the energy, and his soul collapsed. so I… took over."
The air in the RV tightened. Gwen's fists clenched. Max swore softly.
Ben just stared, a mix of horror and relief flashing across his face.
"You're alive," he breathed.
Then, a beat later—
"But Kevin… he's…"
"Gone," I said. No point sugarcoating it. "His body survives. His mind didn't. That's what happens when you bite off more than you should."
Silence.
Heavy. Thick. Ugly.
"Look I'm not happy about how things went down. But I'm not too sad either. It was the only way to escape the Omnitrix," I added, facing them head on. "And we don't have time to argue about ethics right now."
Gwen snapped, "We absolutely have to argue about—!"
"No," I cut in. "You need to listen."
My voice—Kevin's voice—echoed differently, deeper, resonant with the faint pulse of Anodite energy woven through every cell.
"Something bigger is coming. Chaos is moving between universes. And I need to reach the Crossroads before everything you know gets swallowed by it."
My words jumbled together, inelligible. Seems like Hecate or another force didn't want me saying too much.
I leaned forward, meeting their stares head-on.
"So here's the situation:
I'm in Kevin's body.
I'm alive.
And if we don't work together, none of us stay that way."
Ben swallowed hard, then nodded.
"…Okay. Then tell us what we do."
I didn't know yet. Not exactly. But I knew the first step.
"We start by getting me to a magically charged region. Otherwise known as a Leyline." I said, standing to my full height. "My friends are in danger and I need to get to them before Chaos does."