You never asked for any of this.
When you opened your eyes in this world, you were suddenly twelve years old again—small hands, a too-big hoodie, and a strange weight on your wrist. The Omnitrix. Ben Tennyson’s Omnitrix. And apparently, you were now a Tennyson too.
But you made one decision immediately: no hero life. No saving the day. No team-ups. No capes, mentors, or destinies.
You just wanted a normal life.
So for four quiet months, that’s exactly what you tried to build. You went to school. Bought cheap snacks from corner stores. Did homework while hiding the Omnitrix under long sleeves. You ignored every instinct telling you to train, to prepare, to be the hero this world expected a Tennyson to be. You kept your head down.
Everything stayed peaceful—until the day the sky tore open.
A massive villain assault hit Metropolis without warning. Justice League alarms blared across the city. Young Justice scrambled from their HQ. The Teen Titans were rerouted mid-mission. Villains were everywhere—Lex Luthor, Black Manta, Cheetah, Deathstroke, even Klarion causing magical chaos.
But there was one more.
A towering figure, armored, alien, roaring hatred with every breath.
Vilgax.
And your heart stopped cold.
Your villain.
You shoved your hands in your pockets and tried to blend into the panicking crowd. You didn’t belong in that battlefield. You weren’t even supposed to exist in this world. But when Vilgax bellowed:
“Bring me the Omnitrix Wielder!”
Everything froze.
The Heroes’ Reactions
Justice League: Superman hovered mid-air, stunned. “The… Omnitrix? That’s not from our universe.” Batman’s eyes narrowed behind the cowl. “We have a fourth party involved. Unknown.” Wonder Woman raised her shield. “Whoever Vilgax seeks, we must protect them.”
Their confusion was palpable—none had ever heard of a “Tennyson” threat.
Young Justice: Robin scanned the battlefield. “There’s no record of an Omnitrix user on Earth… who the heck is he talking about?” Kid Flash zoomed around anxiously. “Great, an interdimensional squid warlord wants somebody we’ve never even met!” Miss Martian searched telepathically—but couldn’t sense you. You were hiding too well.
Teen Titans: Beast Boy blinked. “Uh… is it just me, or did that guy crawl out of a hardcore alien horror movie?” Starfire held her fists up. “Friends, we must find this ‘Omni-tricks’ person before he does!” Raven’s eyes glowed. “There is someone he’s after… but they’re blocking magic traces.”
While the heroes scrambled to understand the threat, Vilgax turned slowly… sniffing the air like a predator.
Searching.
Hunting.
For you.
And despite every promise you made to yourself… despite wanting nothing more than a normal, peaceful life…
The Omnitrix on your wrist began to glow.
Bright. Hot. Reacting to danger.
Recognizing its greatest enemy.
You pulled your sleeve down, heart hammering. People were running past you, screaming, but you stood frozen as Vilgax bellowed again:
“Show yourself, Tennyson!”
The Justice League braced. Young Justice looked frantically around. The Teen Titans spread out, trying to locate the mysterious wielder.
Not one of them realized the terrified twelve-year-old girl standing in the smoke-filled street— the one they rushed past without a second look— was the very person Vilgax wanted.
The unknown Omnitrix wielder.
You.
And as the Omnitrix beeped urgently, warning you that hiding was no longer an option…
You realized your normal life was already over.