Ben 10: Heroes of All Ages Rebooted will be subtitled for season 2, Ben 10,000: Armanda. Season 2 will be revealed to have the return of the Incursion Armanda for them to attack with their "Way Bads".
Here is a sneak peek of the new BTHOAAR season, season 2:
An endless vista, beautiful checker boarded farmland, rolling hills, blazing blue skies, drifting clouds. A highway. Clean, well-maintained. And empty as far as the eye can see. In fact, there is nothing moving at all. Nothing to disturb the silence. Nothing. A speck appears on the highway, coming closer. Zooming by it is revealed to be a COUNTY PLUMBER CRUISER. The only thing moving as far as the horizon. The driver, Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, is pumping gas. He has one eye on the gauge, the other on the highway. You would expect a Plumber to be spit-and-polish but he’s not. He’s haggard, exhausted, unshaven, no-tie. He shields his eyes against the sun, seeing ahead.
A huge sprawl of abandoned cars radiates outward from the gas pumps. It looks like the world’s biggest and most disorganized used-car lot. Vehicles spill out onto the road and even into the surrounding fields. The cruiser pulls in, weaving slowly among the cars. Ben stops, cuts the engine. This is a close as he can get to the pumps, which are hemmed in tight. Ben gets out. It is deeply, eerily quiet here. All we hear is the breeze. And a scrawled sign flapping idly on string: “No Gas” and the faint droning of flies. Ben starts to walk. Awed by the quiet and the send of desolation that surrounds him. He’s noticing things.
Laundry here and there, hung on lines among the cars. Old campfires. Luggage strewn. Empty cans. A few tents. Sheets duct-taped to the sides of cares to make lean-to shelters. The people who were here tried to stick it out for a while. God knows what happened to them. Maybe they moved on. But no. Not at all. Ben registers it now. Bodies in the cars. Corpses slumped. Heads leaning against the windows. Hard to tell how many. Ben stops. Jesus. People died waiting here in their cars. He thought to himself.
Hard to take. The silence, the desolation, the decay. He turns to leave but….a sound. A shuffling? Something scuffing on the dirt? Ben is drawn, straining to hear. There’s nothing for a moment, and then…again. A few rows over. Ben drops to his belly, looking under the cars….
A pair of bunny slippers can be glimpsed a few rows away. Pale, dirty ankles. A little girl. The feet shuffle along, desultory. In this heat, these conditions, she’d have to be malnourished and dazed. The slippers come to a bloody teddy bear on the ground. A little hand reaches down, picks it up by one leg. The slippers shuffle on, the teddy bear dangling.
Ben’s heart is racing. He knows he has to rescue her, doesn’t want to scare her. With the assault rifle on his back, he rises, weaving among the cars. He speeds up, trying to catch sight of her…“Little girl? Little girl?” Ben called gently.
She turns. Staring at him with deep, sunken eyes. Flesh drawn tight on skull and bone. Lips torn away, leaving just a snarl of teeth. She’s got braces. Clots of old decayed meat caught in the metal.
She’s dead. Not sick. Not dressed up for Halloween. Dead. A hungry glare comes into her mind. She starts limping toward Ben down the row of abandoned cars. This means Rista is alive. Ben thought to himself. Which means everyone is alive. Ben backs up, numb. Grabbing hold of his assault rifle. She breaks into a shambling, snarling run. Ben pulls close his weapon. She’s getting close.
BLAM! The gunshot snaps her head back in halo of dark, viscous fluid. She’s thrown back, a bunny slipper flying off, crumpling pathetically, her teddy bear bouncing, tumbling to a stop in the dirt…Corpses in the rouse at the sound. Fangblades. Way more of them than he realized. He gazes around. Oh sheet. Ben loaded his gun, then the camera fades out.
The Freaks will remain on hiatus until summer, along with Jackson 10: Omnitrix Unleashed, Oliver 10, The Law Enforcers and the Omni-Legends.
Kinght of the Mask is a dark tell told from a third person point of view as one of Rome's latest newborns is captured and transferred to England, where Enoch will be trained by a drug-dealing so called knight who eventually burns off Enoch's face. Here is a sneak peek of the first ep:
A mother screamed, knowing childbirth was a death sentence. “Calm yourself.” A medic advised. Baby wails are heard. “H-H-H-His N-Name i-is E-Ethan. E-Ethan Nordock.” The mother fainted. “There is too much blood. We might not save her.” The doctor shouted. The father yelled, “You have to! I can’t raise a child myself!” During this, the baby continues to screech and shout. Sir George appears, Ascalon on his belt. His sterling silver armor gleamed from the sun’s rays, he stood with pride, taller than the average man. He takes it out of the holder, raises it up in the air and waves it in a circular motion, stitching up the mother. The father thanks him, offering a reward. Sir George shakes his head, “A noble deed is so that you can spare you hard earned coins.”
“What is the boy’s name?” Sir George asked. “Ethan Nordock.” The father replied. “To long. How about….Enoch?” He suggested. The father looked at the mother. “Y-Yes, that will do.” The mother weakly cracked a smile. The boy stopped wailing and looked up at Sir George, the big eye’s looked happy and energetic. Sir George cradled it after wrapping the boy in a cloth like fabric to keep him warm. “I bless you with my soul.” Sir George murmured, handing the boy backed to the father.
“Why do you care for us?” The father asked. “Because my son was recently born with a disability, and I wanted to make sure you had a healthy baby.” Sir George smiled. There were creases on his forehead and wrinkles under his dark eyes. The knight looked weary, weaken.
“I must go attend to family matters.” He bitterly choked out. The father looked startled at the change of tone. “Very well. We appreciate your gratitude.” Enoch’s father told George. The legendary knight nodded, taking one last look at the happy family, the leaving. The sun gloomed over the horizon, falling into a half sphere with no rays. As clouds hurled over the sun, light turned into darkness and the mother lay with her baby, crying with delight.
Twelve years later…
Enoch lazily moped onto his bed. He was tired from a hard day of training. Enoch’s father had crafted him a new sword, using most of their remaining resources. “Father,” Enoch had said. “May I go out to train with William and his father?” His father would reply, “Enoch, you need all the training you can get. When offered, take it.” His father advised.
As the sun rose the next morning and Enoch dressed himself he put on his new armor today. He had leather boots, smelling of cow feces and horse vomit. Next, his chest plate was worn and old. It sagged over his waist. The arm cuffs and elbow cuffs fit well but were very stiff and uncomfortable. The bronze knee pads were squeezing his legs, irritating Enoch. His helmet was dusty and went over Enoch’s eyes. Oh his eyes. His mother always complimented him on his golden eyes.
“Where is Sir George?” Enoch asked George’s son, Will. Will had a hunchback, but Enoch was friendly with him. “I don’t know,” Will told him, depressed. “He has been missing for eight hours.” Enoch looked shocked. “Do the authorities know? He is our savior. Who will protect the town?” Enoch asked. The heir just shrugged. “He left behind his most valuable possession.” “Ascalon?” Enoch questioned. Will shook his head. “The dragon’s heart. I have it in this pouch. Take it Ethan, you have to. A bounty hunter is after me. Grimslade, that’s his name I think.” Will tossed an oversized pouch to Enoch, who shoved it inside his breeches pocket. “Do you think your father was killed by-” Enoch asked. “No,” Will cut him off. “I don’t.”
There was a moment of silence, then like a hurricane a storm of arrows appeared overhead. “Get down!” Enoch screamed. Will shielded Enoch, putting his body over his. “NO!” Enoch sobbed. Blood splurted out of Will’s mouth. “You’re welcome.” He croaked. Now covered with his deceased friends blood, Enoch looked up onto a house. There was a buff man, full of weapons. He aimed his bow at Enoch and fired three more arrows. Anticipating this, Enoch threw Will’s lifeless body in front of himself, shielding him.
When Enoch saw that the bounty hunter was gone, he quickly ran back to house, where his mother screamed at the top of her lungs. “What happened?” The father barked.
Enoch told them everything, except the dragon’s heart in his stained breeches. “He could not hurt me unless I showed fear.” That was a summary of what Enoch’s training was. Except it wasn’t training, that was the real life thing. Enoch realized everything dies. He did not like that. “There are only two things that are one hundred percent.” His father comforted him after Enoch rinsed himself down. “Death and taxes. No one likes either of them.” Enoch sighed.
Later that night, under a dim waning candle light, Enoch untied the pouch and saw the glowing inanimate object. It went in and out, as if it were breathing. Enoch blew on it, it shriveled back from the cold. Taking out his sword he pricked it. A scream of one thousand hydra’s could be heard as Enoch covered his ears, face agonized with pain. Quickly, he put the heart back in the pouch, not having the courage to face what he just had moments ago.
When he awoke, his mother and father looked at him with worry. “There are some men here to see you.” His mother whimpered. Confused, Enoch rubbed his eyes and got out of the house, dressing himself quickly. When he saw the knights he gasped. Sir Dinadan, Sir Tor, and Sir Agravain of the Knight’s Round Table were here. “How did you travel to these parts?” I asked bitterly. “That you needn’t concern.” Sir Agravain told me. He put his giant hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently.
“By the name of King Arthur you are hereby being transferred to Brittian for further questioning with your family.” Sir Tor announced. These attracted folk attention. “For what?” My father demanded. “Treason of the high court.” Sir Dinadan spat. “This is Rome, go back to Brittian you petty fools!” My mother spat at them. “You have no power here.” My father raged on.
“Watch us.” The three attacked with seven other unnamed knights’ close at them. My father tossed me my sword and grabbed his own, stabbing one knight between armor plates. Sir Tor lunged at me but I jabbed at his chest. I whacked my sword upon his helmet, knocking him back.
Some of the Roman guards came out, defending us. After moments of hard battle and most of the knights dead, Sir Agravain held Enoch hostage. “Enough!” He spat. This knight was stabbed in the eye, and clearly not happy. He spat out blood, along with some teeth in there. Taking his knife, he cut off some of Enoch’s brown hair. He took it then burned it. “Next is his head.” The knight spat.
Being tied to a horse’s underbelly was not pleasant for Enoch. First off, he got pissed on twice. Second, a bunch of dirt got in his eyes. Third, Enoch kept getting hit in the face but the horses’ foot, and was painful. His parents were tied onto the top of this horse with Sir Tor in front of them. He didn’t care if they fell over. The knight only wanted the boy.
Once reaching the ship, Enoch was forced to put all weapons and goods to the soldiers and his belongings were tossed onto the poop deck. His parents were thrown into the lower dungeon like decks of the ships. “No!” Enoch shouted. Sir Tor backhanded Enoch. “Do not speak. You have not earned out respect.”
With some other knights, he got drunk on wine and whisky, falling unconscious. “Idiots.” Enoch muttered. With his hands still tied to his back with rope he hopped over and freed his hands with Sir Agravain’s sword. Taking his sword back, he released his parents. Throwing all the knights over board they tried to turn the ship around, only making it go to England faster.
“We’ll be back in Rome in no time now.” His father smiled. Meanwhile, the knights climbed back aboard, knocking the family out. Enoch awoke in a hard wooden bed frame, his neck and back ached. Stretching he realized he was in a prison. On land. England. Cursing under his breathe, he searched the cell block for his parents. No one.
_____________________________________________________________________________________________Knight of All Evil is cancelled, like BTTMT it will be re-written as a movie to sum things up. No sneak peek yet, I want this to be a suprise.
Albedo 10: Negaverse has a good start! I'm working on the first episode and here is a little sneak peek:
In the forest, in the middle of the day, 11-year old Albedo is fighting his new foe, Rook Blonko. Rook swung at Four Arms, who just grabbed his arms. “You’ll have to do better than that!” Four Arms told him, punching him in the gut. “I will destroy. Feel my might!” Rook Blonko kicked his face. “While you’re at it pop a breathe mint will ya?” Four Arms teased. Four Arms grabbed a tree and swung at Rook who dodged it then scanned the Omnitrix, reverting Four Arms. “Hey!” Albedo shouted. “Not cool!” Suddenly the Prototype Omnitrix recharged as Albedo transformed into Feedback. “Oh yeah!” Rook sent projectiles out of his Proto-Tool. Feedback absorbed them then redirected them.
Rook was sent back, whipping through the trees. “Oh yeah! See ya don’t wanna be ya!” Feedback laughed as he reverted.
Albedo, Fistrick and Attea were chasing after Plumber Jerry who had stolen some walnuts. Albedo transformed. “Lodes-Uh…Bloxx?!” Bloxx shouted out at his new found alien. He made a sphere around Jerry, holding him in. Jerry tried to bite his way out with those mole buck teeth of his. “Gah! Ow!” Bloxx shouted in pain. Fistrick jumped in front of him and hit him in the head with a street pole, knocking him over. “Albedo, we have something we got to tell ya.” Attea ribbited. “Attea and I are moving to Hawaii because you are boring.” Fistrick explained. The two waved goodbye as did Albedo to them, sadden.
Albedo drove to the newly installed Anti-Plumbers Base, still a little depressed. “Hey there champ.” Sumblimo greeted him. “I have some news on-“ Red alarms blared through out the base. Albedo and Sublimo with three unnamed Anti-Plumbers ran to the giant screen. “I got this.” Albedo told Sublimo, cocky. “Wait, I’m sending Zeta Squad with you.” Sublimo started off but Albedo was already gone.
The League of Light were in a room, discussing. Diagon was in a human like form. The Techadon Master was anticipating any attack. Bellicus and Serena were freed by Ben 10,000 who was fiddling with his two Biomnitrixes. Maltruence was the Galactus of Ben 10. He was a dark shadowy figure, sitting down he was well over fifty feet tall. Maltruence was the leader and the most powerful being in the entire Multiverse. His descendant, Paradox had a little shiver of that power, as he obeyed Maltruence. Everyone trembled in his might, afraid to go against him.
Here is a sneak peak for the dark inflicted series, Mission: Apocalypse:
When I start killing, it is all coming down now. From the nightmare Albedo created, I want to be awakened somehow….
My life. My life is what has driven me insane. I inflict myself with blades, ruthless torture and attempted suicide. There is only one reason why. The reason why I started Mission Apocalypse. Here is the origin of my plan.
After destroying Earth, I transported to the Plumbers base to collect my allies. Gwen, Kevin, Rook, Hobble, Molly Gunther, and Tetrax. All of us in the Skipper, we headed to reports of Ship and Julie terrorizing the natives on Revonnah. “Oh how I am not cool with this.” Rook stated.
Defending my associates was easy, the hard part was controlling myself over having to kill the love of my life. Maybe it didn’t have to be this way. Maybe I could save her. Maybe she was brainwashed.
This sneak peek is short because I don't want to spoil the awesome ending! ;)
That sums up my Fanon Con, if you have any questions just let me know. ;)
--User:The Awesome Jack