[Ben 10 Dimension]

Everyone was at a loss for words, all except for Vilgax, who seemed to both marvel, and be irritated by his handiwork as he was arrested, and hauled out by the plumbers. He killed the earthling that stood in his way, but at the same time, he also destroyed the knock-off Omnitrix device he needed. Scott was nowhere to be seen, but the blackened segments on the wall as that burst of light instantaneously erupted; it was a terrifying implication, but that was all that could be considered.

Gwen raised her hand, letting a glowing pink aura shine as she tried to find something. From out of the wreckage of his temporarily collapsed tomb, was a busted and severely damaged Plumber's badge, and a phone, with its flashlight still on. Gwen frowned, and turned to Ben, who was now wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, and green sweatpants. He seemed lost in thought. "Ben, all I could find was a busted badge, and a phone. I'll send them both back to R&D, hopefully Blukic and Driba can figure out what went wrong. But, this might be a bit... pointless." Gwen stated, looking concerned.

Kevin walked over, kneeling down as Ben hovers the watch over something, noticing that the shapeshifting alien hero was in his own little world, and it did not seem like a happy place to be. At first glance, there isn't anything there, but Ben, he was trying to use the Omnitrix to find that other Omnitrix device. Unfortunately, he's been at this for hours, and hasn't found any trace of the signal. "If I can find that signal, we can try to pinpoint it and track him down. I just need that signal, that's all I need." Ben told himself, oblivious to his best friend's presence.

'Who am I kidding. That guy got himself caught in a lot of trouble. I can only imagine, and shudder at what kind of horrid fate that kid is going through. I should've used Alien X right from the start. I have full access to his power, his strength, all without restriction... why didn't I use it?' Ben thought, a sense of shame washing over him.

Gwen walked over and put a hand on her cousin's shoulder, causing him to snap back to reality and look at her. "C'mon Ben, Grandpa wants to talk about the situation further." Gwen said quietly.

Ben frowned, gritting his teeth as he stood up. Ben didn't utter another word, but he did end up changing into XLR8, speeding away from the scene at blistering speeds.

[???]

A field of wheat flows in a calming breeze. Scott carefully walks through the field, hearing the crunching of tiny rocks beneath his feet. The sun shined down as he continued to walk, knowing he would eventually end up right where he's supposed to be.

Everything feels, almost relaxing. The way the wind calming blows by, the smell of fresh air invading his lungs, he felt at peace. He saw a farm house in the near distance, it was familiar, all too familiar. As if the wind was its own entity, Scott heard a faint whisper in the breeze.

'Find me, Scotty. Find me.' the whisper pleaded.

Curious, Scott felt compelled to go forward, a small smile forming on his face. He walked towards the house, feeling a sense of calm, as well as a twinge of unease. Scott increased his speed, moving just a bit faster. The air around him did not change a bit, it felt too familiar to change... and yet, that sense of unease, it began to slowly grow.

Scott ended up on the porch of the house. It looked brand-new, like it was just built. The nails that kept the wooden boards in place, they aren't worn out, or rusted beyond compare. The wooden planks looked freshly cut and beautiful, as if whoever made this house, put everything they had into making it. Their sweat, their tears... their blood.

A strange smell soon permeated Scott's nostrils. It was sweet, too sweet. It was a sickly sweet smell, like he was in a candy store with the freshest goods. He wanted to take a long whiff of that smell, despite its sickly sweet aroma being too much, it reminded him of a better time, a simpler time. Unfortunately, there was another set of flavors in that sweet aroma, flavors that couldn't go unnoticed for long.

Iron. The smell of metal being welded together, cut into pieces, reduced down to a fiery liquidous magma, or reduced down into shavings. The smell reminded him of a few colors, colors that told him what exactly happened here. Black and Red came to mind, but there was still one more smell. It hurt to think about it, and it made his stomach churn. The sickly sweet smell, it slowly started to go stale, and then that unidentified smell could finally be figured out.

Decay. Scott picked up on this smell several times before. The stench of death, the rot, it began to cut through and overwhelm the sickly sweet smell, and it amplified the iron smell, too. Scott grimaced, knowing why this farm house was so familiar. It was the final resting place for his mother and father, the home he was raised in before their untimely end.

Scott noticed the sky, the warm and comforting sunset was now gone. In its place were several dark stormy clouds, each one with a tint of green to its gloomy palette, rumbling with thunder, the flashing light of what seemed to be lightning, sparking and dancing amidst the clouds. Scott didn't know what was happening, but if there was one place he knew he could go, when it looked like a storm was coming... he had to get low.

Scott ran around the house, noticing it become more splintered, grayed, withered, damaged, and decrepit. The wind began to pick up, no longer seeming comforting and calm, but became another warning of the storm coming his way. He turned the corner, seeing a pair of cellar doors, blocked off by a sticky green resin. Scott pulled at the doors, trying to brute force his way in, but the resin was gonna be quite the problem.

Scott turned around, only to jump out of surprise. He took noticed of a man he never saw before, one that wore his face. He seemed disappointed, angry, unhappy. He looked at Scott, gritting his teeth so hard, blood began to pool on his bottom lip. Scott was about to run, but soon found out that the man was already right near him, face to face. Scott felt his hands gripping on his wrists tightly. They felt cold, like he had been dead for a long, long time.

The man stared Scott down, seeing the confusion, shock, and fear in his face. He took a deep breath and stared right into Scott's eyes.

'WAKE UP!!' The man shouted.

He felt the venom, the vitriol in his words. The force behind his shout, it was enough to feel like he was trying to shout the skin off his body. Scott tried to break free from the man's grasp, but a flash of light soon struck him.

[Equestria Outskirts]

Scott's eyes snapped open, he felt a sudden rush of unwavering terror course through his body. Scott looked around, noticing the small wooded clearing he was in, as well as the morning sun shining down upon him. Scott tried to calm himself down, steady his breathing. He looked around, noticing a few small animals, ranging from a couple birds, a squirrel, as well as a small snake. Scott looked at himself, wondering if he was alright. He then noticed the Omnitrix-like device that was still fixated onto his wrist. The hourglass glowed a bright turquoise color.

Scott's eyes went wide, and a loud, shrill scream of panic echoed out from the clearing. Scott was screaming as he frantically flailed his arm around, struggling to remove the device from his body. "Get off me!! Back to the box of scrap parts from which you were conceived!!" Scott screamed, smacking the device against a giant rock.

[User Request Denied. Genetic Bond is already in progress.] The device chirped.

Scott got even more frantic. "Cancel! Cancel the bond, I am not one for commitment, and that sounds like too much!" Scott cried out, pulling at the device as hard as he could.

[User Request Denied. Do not panic, if you have any questions, feel free to refer to this unit's designation and state your inquiry.] The device chirped.

Scott stopped pulling and glared down at the device fixated to him. 'I know I should probably be excited, now I really am just like Ben. I have one of these things stuck to me now, and it's insistent that it stays stuck to me... Well, I guess if this thing is willing to answer my questions, this might be my chance to get answers. Let's try to reign in the panic, and not get too aggressive, Scott... you still need to get back home.' Scott thought.

His glare began to lessen, and he decided to play along. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he began the questioning process. "Ok, you strange-lookin' bootleg hero watch, I'll play your game. What's your designation?" Scott asked.

[This Unit is designated, by its creator, as the 'perfect' recreation to the original Omnimatrix Unit, based around a set of incomplete blueprints dating back to 2006. This unit's creator designated this Omnimatrix unit, as the Altnetrix. Through meticulous trial and error, this unit's creator was to attempt creating more of this unit after successful trials, shipping them out anonymously across various galaxies to numerous criminal benefactors. This unit was shut down years ago, but not before activating the Displacement Protocol.] The device chirped.

'Altnetrix? And people have the nerve to complain about Ben's names for his aliens, sheesh...' Scott thought, a look of confusion forming on his face.

Scott straightened up and focused. "Ok. Altnetrix, right? What did the Displacement Protocol do, exactly?" Scott asked, curious as to know the answer. The device remained silent for a few seconds, but then it spoke once more.

[The Displacement Protocol, programmed in by this unit's creator, was to ensure that in the case of the fail-safe succeeding, but the threat is still prevalent, and the user is outpowered and outmatched, the Displacement protocol utilizes the energy it builds up overtime, then discharges it to randomly 'Displace' the user and sends them to another world, in or out of our foreseeable universe. Unfortunately, this protocol never got much field testing, and when it did, it never worked in proper succession. My calculations suggest that it would only work if the user needs an escape, and considering the Chimera's attempt on the life of this unit's new user, the Displacement Protocol was activated to ensure your safety.] The Altnetrix explained.

Scott was... well, he didn't know how to actually feel about that, or about anything that happened the other day. "Altnetrix, is there a way to get back to where I was before? If so, how? If not, why can't I go back?" Scott inquired.

[Unfortunately, the answer is no to both User inquiries. It's unclear as to why, but some systems within this unit have been restricted and locked behind safeguards after the first, and most likely, the only successful display of the Displacement Protocol. Any attempts to connect to the Extranet have essentially failed, signifying that data will have to be gathered manually.] The Altnetrix explained. Scott's anger subsided, but a sense of loneliness and isolation was now prevalent. Scott processed this information slowly, but it all still hit him hard, like a semi-truck going down hill at full speed.

Scott felt horrible, but he couldn't explain why. As far as he was concerned, he didn't have anything to go back to. The farm he grew up on, he had to sell for money he'd need later down the line. His parents were murdered, and he wasn't exactly close with anyone in particular, in or outside of work, so he doubted that anyone would know he was still alive, and somewhere else. The only thing he had left to lose was his job as a Plumber, and though he hated being called right when he's about to use his vacation days, he always loved helping people, no matter how small or drastically huge the problem was.

Scott looked down at the device, feeling a wet stinging sensation in his eyes. His lip was starting to quiver, and his stomach started to hurt, it felt as if his stomach was tied in knots, and brined in bleach for decades without end. "So... I'm stranded somewhere I don't recognize, I'm all alone, and there's no going back to the world I used to know?" Scott asked, his breathing becoming slow and shaky.

[Affirmative.] The Altnetrix confirms.

Scott gritted his teeth, his breathing became heavy and sharp, tears streamed down his face. He grabbed hold of the grass beneath him, ripping it out of the ground. He slammed his fists into the ground, devastated. He screamed as loud as he could, a mixture of sobs and aggressive fits of rage and anguish as he continued to drive his fists towards the ground, dirt and soil begin to stain his knuckles.

***

[A few Hours Later...]

Scott was slumped up against a huge rock, steadily trying to compose himself from the fit he had, despite feeling pretty pissed off about his situation. "With all of this bad news, you might as well tell me I've got cancer, too. Just rub more salt in the wound, don't even make it edible, just take a whole salt deposit and jam the whole thing into my wounds, why don't ya!" Scott angrily exclaimed.

[Your anger is quite potent. You could make an Appoplexian cower with how much aggression you keep within.] The Altnetrix remarked.

Scott took a deep breath, and held it for a moment. Scott slowly exhaled, and sighed. He sniffed and wiped his eyes, looking down at the device. "Well, I guess I'll get to the inevitable questions, then," Scott climbed on the rock, sitting on it as he looked at the Altnetrix. "Altnetrix, since you're still an Omnitrix-like... thing, does that mean you can turn me into other alien species, like the original can?" Scott asked.

[Yes. The creator of this unit had a goal during this unit's conceptualization. It was a bit different from Azmuth's original vision, but can be seen as the same, to an extent. The creator's primary goal was to show that there is more to a species besides what evolution had in store to make them either formidable warriors, or just common extraterrestrials with very little to offer. Much like the Omnimatrix unit that came before this unit, this unit can also transform the user into the prime example of any species. However, there is a complication.]

Scott raised an eyebrow. "And what exactly does this complication entail?" Scott asked cautiously.

[This unit, when it was last activated, had access to the entire library of the original Omnitrix's 1,000,912 DNA Samples. Specifically, alien species that Ben Tennyson either hadn't unlocked yet, encountered, or has encountered and never thought to check. However, upon reactivation after seven years of inactive use, this unit's systems have gotten a substantial update. This unit's less than secure link to both Primus, and Benjamin Tennyson's Omnimatrix unit, had been severed. This unit was only able to save two DNA samples and lock them in as default transformations. It's possible some remnant data and DNA for other species lingers within this unit's genetic repository, but this could take time to confirm or deny.]

Scott, despite being very confused, and more than a little suspicious to why this thing had a less than secure link to Primus and Ben's watch, but he wasn't gonna question it, not now. He doesn't know what this world has to offer in terms of dangerous threats, and if they end up attacking, he'll be glad he has two transformations to use, rather than none at all. "Taking everything you said into consideration, I am skeptical, and suspicious. However, I'm stuck with you, and I don't know of the potential dangers this place has to offer, so I'll take any transformations, rather than none at all." Scott stated.

[User input acknowledged.] The Altnetrix confirmed.

Scott pressed the button on the bottom. He watched the hourglass form into a diamond shape, displaying a robust human-shaped icon. "Well, no better time than to give this a try. I'll have to familiarize myself with these forms anyway," Scott pushed the button again, causing the core to pop up. Scott put a finger on it and lightly pushed, seeming nervous, excited, and hesitant. "Here goes nothing." Scott stated, pushing the core back into place. A green light soon enveloped him, and he began to change.

Scott watched as his skin bulged and turned gray, feeling his muscles bulk up and become a bit hairier, the increase in muscle traversed upward to his head. He closed his eyes, only to open them again, now shining green. His brown hair became black and shiny, and he felt his body warp and alter itself. He got taller, more robust. His jaw became a bit more square, all while his clothes began to change and alter around him too. His shirt felt tighter around his new body, now becoming a black t-shirt with white detailing at the end of his sleeves and his collar. He wore a pair of white jeans with dark gray metal cuffs, with black boots, decorated with a bit of white detailing. He had black wristbands, accentuated by a single white stripe on each one. The Altnetrix's badge was located on his chest. The alien smirked and let out a loud rousing cheer as he stood proud, crossing his arms as the flash of light died down.

Scott looked himself over, impressed, but also mildly bothered by what he became. Where he was around five foot six in his human form, this new form was taller than he was previously. Seven feet tall, robust and broad-shouldered. Scott walked through the brush, noticing a small stream nearby. He walks over, noticing his new square-jawed, gray-skinned transformation. His eyes widened in surprise. "I'm a goddamn Vreedle!" The alien yelled out. His voice was deep and had a not-so-subtle southern twain.

[Transformation sequence complete. Vreedle DNA Sample has been properly catalogued in database.] The Altnetrix stated.

Scott looked himself over, looking at the reflection of his transformed state. "I wonder if I should give these forms names. Then again, I don't wanna keep calling this one Decagon, or whatever. If I'm gonna name these, they have to be unique," The alien walked in one direction, following the stream. "Now, considering I heard a rumor that Ben's Vreedle form would be an expert with explosives, it only makes sense to figure out if this one does the same. But if it is, and I end up destroyin' something I know I probably shouldn't have, I'm gonna be in a heaping helping of trouble. What would be the safest option, especially if explosives are a prime conce-"

The sound of metal giving way and the snapping of wood breaking echoed out. "Gah!! Oh, for the love of Celestia!!" A woman cried out angrily. From the sound of it, she was pretty agitated.

'Oh that didn't sound good. I better move and investigate.' Scott thought, moving through the brush to get to the source of the noise.

***

After a quick minute of looking, the transformed Scott moves through the brush, only to duck down behind some huge bushes. He pokes his head up, ready to call out and offer his assistance, until his words get caught in his throat, and he beholds a rather odd sight.

Downhill was a set of train tracks. On the side of those train tracks was a well-tilled path, and along that path, a wooden wagon had collapsed into pieces. The woman who cried out, was technically a woman, but they were not human, that was certain. The Vreedle saw a pony, and they definitely didn't look like a normal pony either.

The woman was a mare, a pony with an orange coat, and three red apples on her flank. She had a blonde mane tied back with a red bandana. She looked rather nice looking, even if she was a bit agitated, most likely because of the heat and the collapsed wagon that must've belonged to her.

The mare looked like she was about to become red in the face. "When ah get back to tha farm, ah swear on mah life, Braeburn is gonna up and get it for messin' with this damn wagon! Next time I see 'im, I'm gonna make him run all the way back to Appleloosa!" The mare hollered, repeatedly kicking what remained of the wagon with her hindlegs. The mare then went around, looking for something. Didn't take long for Scott to notice the crates and barrels full of apples. "Ahm gonna wring that colt's neck out, I swear! How in fuckin' tarnation am ah supposed to get to Canterlot now!? Ah have a farm to keep afloat, dammit!" The mare shouted.

The Vreedle kept his head down, looking rather intimidated. 'I don't know why, but I'm gonna go down there, and offer some help. Really hoping this doesn't come back to bite me.' He thought.

The Vreedle stood tall, moving around the bush he hid around. Before he could let the pony know he was around, he ended up tripping over an exposed tree root. The Vreedle yelped, which did end up getting the mare's attention, only for her to look on in shock, and confusion, as the gray-skinned humanoid creature tumbled down the hill, eventually landing face first into the railroad tracks, landing with a thud. 'Major note... watch where you step before going downhill.' The Vreedle thought.

The mare was quite confused, though this wasn't the first time someone showed up out of nowhere, and their face ended up smacking into metal. 'Already my day's gettin' worse. Better find out what this is, otherwise I'm doomed anyway.' The mare thought, slowly trotting towards the human-shaped creature that lay on the ground.

The Vreedle eventually did get to his knees, feeling the sheer pain in his face from coming into contact with steel. "Fer once, I'm hella glad I don't have a nose. I think I woulda busted it open the moment it came into contact with steel," The Vreedle rubbed his face as he tried to gather his bearings. He groaned and turned to face the mare, seeing her look unamused, but equally curious. "Uh... howdy. I hope you don't mind, but I was in the bushes, listenin' in, I'm real sorry about your situation." The Vreedle explained.

The mare silently squinted her eyes at the Vreedle, she let her eyes wander up and down the alien's physique, and before he knew what happened, the mare smiled. "No need to be sorry, it can't be helped. That ol' wagon was gonna collapse at some point anyhow, and the moment my stubborn cousin starts messin' with it, of course it collapses when a delivery needs to be made." The mare remarked.

The Vreedle stood up and looked over at the broken wagon. He knew that he wanted to help remedy the situation, but it's only after looking at the wagon himself, that he's gotten an idea. "If you don't mind, miss..." The Vreedle started.

"Applejack, sugarcube. My name's Applejack." The mare introduced.

The Vreedle nodded. "Well, miss Applejack, I would like to lend you some help. You seem like a busy mare, and you seem to have someplace to be, so maybe we can help each other out." The Vreedle suggested.

Applejack looked up at the towering figure, skeptical of his claim. "I appreciate the offer, but what do you know about wagons? Forgive me if this is rude of me to say, but you don't look like the kind of individual that knows what they're doing." Applejack stated.

The Vreedle winced at those words, but he had to admit, somehow, he did know something about messing with stuff. "I give you my word, miss. If I can't fix your wagon, I'll gladly help you get your supplies to wherever the next destination is. I cross my heart, hope to die." The Vreedle reassured, smiling from ear to ear.

Applejack raised an eyebrow at the creature, but then she looked over at the immobile mess of a heap that her wagon had collapsed into. As much as Applejack was hating to admit, she was in a bind and needed money, and the wagon's collapse did not help with any of that. On top of all that, she was not fond of asking for help, she was prideful in doing everything herself... this, however, was a special case. Even if it meant her pride took a backseat, and got knocked down a peg, she still had to provide for the farm, above all else.

Applejack sighed, as if she had been defeated. She let a small smile form on her muzzle as she looked up at the creature. "Alrighty then. I don't want to argue and waste more time than what's already passed, so I'm trustin' you on this. Don't make me regret accepting your help, now." Applejack stated.

The mare stepped back, sitting on the ground a couple feet away. With the task now given to the Vreedle, they stepped forward and began examining the wagon, a worried expression on his face. 'I offered to help fix her wagon, and I don't have any tools. Really hoping I can fix this with my bare hands, otherwise I'm in trouble.' The Vreedle thought.

***

Up above the clouds, two stallions with wings looked down to the ground. They both had pristine white coats, and were well-equipped with golden spears and golden armor. "Spot anything yet?" One of the stallions asked.

The other stallion frowned. "Nothing yet. What about you?" They asked.

The stallion motioned for the other to look where he was, and as they did, they did spot something unfamiliar. Something that could only be identified as different, unseen, alien, or... monstrous. Down below, a robust gray human-shaped creature was currently observing the wreckage of a wagon. "That looks like that old wagon that comes to and from Ponyville, don't it? I bet that orange mare is making another expensive delivery to Canterlot." The stallion remarked.

The other stallion frowned. "So what the hell is that thing near the cart? That thing don't look like a pony, what's it even doing?" The stallion asked.

From where they were perched, the gray figure seemed to be looking for something around the collapsed wagon. It was only till now that they saw Applejack sitting a couple feet away, watching the creature try and figure things out. "You don't think it's a robbery, do ya?" The stallion asked.

The other stallion flapped his wings, keeping himself in the air. "Let's go down and take care of this, just in case." The stallion stated.

The stallion flew down towards the area of commotion, as did the other stallion. Either this was gonna go well, or this was going to bite someone in the sack later.

***

The Vreedle stopped fiddling around, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow, and eventually did come to a conclusion. The wagon couldn't be fixed, but that didn't mean he couldn't offer any additional sense of help. He looked over to Applejack and waved her over, but as she did, the sound of a low droning beep started to blare out from the Altnetrix.

They were both caught off-guard by the sound, but The Vreedle definitely had an idea as to what exactly was happening. He was out of time, and he was about to turn back. "Oh no!" The Vreedle exclaimed. A blinding white flash of light enveloped him, and as it died down, Scott was turned back into his normal human self.

Scott and Applejack looked at each other, both of them surprised and unsure of what could be said in that moment. Scott's mind raced, all while a look of irritation and fury was slowly starting to form in the mare's face. "Listen, I know how this must look, but there's really nothing to worry about. This is the real me, what you saw was--"

Scott didn't have time to finish his statement until two orange legs immediately struck him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him as a pained wheeze left his gaping mouth. His eyes went wide out of shock, seeing that Applejack turned around, and slammed her hindlegs into him. Scott tried to find the words, but all he could feel was something rushing up his throat. He tried to move, but the pain was too great.

Scott fell to his knees, until he finally uttered a set of words that felt like a good summary of what happened yesterday, and what happened just now. "H-How many times... am I gonna get beat... for helping people!?" Scott wheezed out, clutching his stomach.

Applejack stared him down, towering over his body. "Help? That's a likely cover story. Shoulda known you were a changeling, they hide in plain sight and attack ya when yer most vulnerable, and they can disguise themselves! Ta think, ya had me fooled! Not today, you overgrown bug, ya can't lie to an apple!" Applejack snarled.

Scott took a deep breath and tried to say something, until the sound of something landing made itself known. Scott couldn't move, and by the time whatever was rushing up his throat, he spit it out, seeing red stain the dirt. Before Scott could try and move, something tough and metallic smacked against his head, knocking him out cold.

Author's Note

Man, Scott can't get a break, can he?

But, on the bright side, we are introduced to one of Scott's two transformations, his Vreedle transformation. If you watched Alien Force, Ultimate Alien, or at least Omniverse, then you know who or what the Vreedles are.