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Ben: Six stories of twists and turns!

Gwen: Hurtling down a 200-foot plunge!

(y/n): At speeds of over 25 miles per hour!

Ben: Then, splash down in a churning 300,000 gallon wave pool!

me, Ben and Gwen stand before the entrance to a ginormous waterslide, yellow tubes coiling all around the park and above their heads. The pirate-themed sign in front of them says two words "RiPTiDE RAPiDS"

Ben: You've entered The Riptide Rapids Zone!

me and Gwen dashes through the entrance...and Ben gets stopped by the Riptide employee, a teenager with 'Brad' on the nametag

Brad: You're too short

Ben: WHAT are you talking about?

Brad points to a cardboard narwhal. It's tusk is the minimum height, and just above Ben

Ben: But I'm almost-

Brad: NEXT!

(y/n): sorry Ben maybe next time

Gwen: I heard the baby banana boats are fun for the smaller set!

me and Gwen get in the line of kids and she laughs at Ben. Ben walks away and hides behind a fake ship's mast

Ben: They'll all feel small when ripjaws shows up for a dip!

He turns on the omnitrix and slams down on it, but the faceplate doesn't go down. He tries slamming some more but no budging

Ben: Come on, work!

Fed up, Ben back-hand hits the Omnitrix into the mast. It finally forces shut, releasing strange green electricity and a flash of green light. Ben realizes he's transformed into Grey matter

Grey matter: Huh? Oh, no no no no no... Anything but being a 'micro munchkin'!

The ground suddenly shakes. A group of kids are blindly running across to the Rapids entrance, not seeing him and about to crush him

Grey matter: Uh oh!

Grey matter was dodging the onslaught of kids' feet

 Grey matter: Oof! Look out! Hey! Watch those flip flops!

Grey Matter makes his way to the entrance, where Brad is busy speaking with a man

Howell: In 1951, when this water park was a cornfield, recently declassified documents suggest an alien spacecraft crash-landed right here

Grey Matter gets to their feet and grabs Brad's shoelaces

Grey matter: Time to tie up some loose ends...

Howell: So, if you could get someone from upper management down here, so I can start checking soil samples...

Brad: Um, okay, hold on while I call someone who cares. Ring, ring, ring! Uhh! Guess what, dude? No answer. NEXT IN LINE!

The man looks down and spots Grey Matter, who runs away and hides

Howell: Did you see that?! An alien! Maybe a remnant of that fateful crash...

Brad: Dude, you've been in the sun way too long

Howell runs forward

Brad: Hey, no cuts!

Brad tries to run after, but his tied shoelaces trip him. Grey Matter runs to the front of the slide, where me and Gwen is about to go down

Grey matter: Hey! Race ya to the bottom!

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