Ben X sat on one of the floating rocks in the colorless Null Void, legs crisscrossed and arms still shackled together in front of him preventing him from using his Omnitrix. Trying to break out of it.

“Stupid. Fucking. Locks.”

He hissed, hitting it against a sharp spike of obsidian. Freezing as a portal opened up behind him, hunched over and snarling.

“Coming to laugh or break me out.”