This choice: 100 miles (Big enough to cover a city with her foot) • Go Back... Waybad rubbed her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Everything was really flat save for a few small bumps. The ground was covered by what she thought was grass that was cut very low to the ground. Upon closer inspection, she could see grey patches and lines here and there. Waybad stood up to get a better look. She saw the land turn to water some ways away to the left and right, but up and down went on long enough that she could only see land. It was an odd place, to say the least.
Back on the ground, Ben had also recovered from the blast. He stared up to the sky in disbelief, the waybad which once matched his height stretched far up into the sky. Just looking up at her made him dizzy. A familiar beeping sound played and Ben transformed from waybig back to his normal human form. He looked up again, now significantly shorter. "Wow, that didn't even make a difference. Just how big did she get?" "Ben!" A familiar shout came from behind him. The voice belonged to his grandfather, Max Tennyson. "We need to get back to the plumber's base. We can't fight that thing right now, not even with waybig." "You don't have to tell me twice." Ben retreated with his grandfather, hoping to find some way to deal with this new threat.
Waybad decided to investigate one of these small grey patches on the ground, getting on her hands and knees to get a closer look. They weren't just grey parts of the landscape, there were rectangular bits rising up from the ground, and many of them were grey. Were they odd rock formations? No, these were too geometric. They looked like the buildings from the city she was in before. Then it clicked for her. That WAS the city she was in before. It had the same layout, the same structures, the only thing that was different was... well, the size of it. Waybad was confused about how it happened, but she now knew she must be absolutely massive...and she kinda liked it. She relished in the power she got from being the size of a building, but now the buildings were the size of bugs. How small would the humans be to her now, she wondered. Her eyes fell to a large green object at the edge of the city. After a moment, she recognized it. It was the warship of the incurseans, the army that had forcefully conscripted and mutated her and her people, then stole their spirits to charge some weapon. She simply could not let such an awful structure stand. Waybad stood up to her full height and slipped her right foot out of its boot. She cautiously lowered it onto the green warship, taking care not to step on anything else, she was only after the ship... for now. Every Incursean on the ship was still recovering from the blast, which damaged a portion of the ship. That would soon become the least of their worries as a massive toe descended from the sky and crushed the ship completely flat without even being slowed down by the largest war vehicle built by the incursean empire. She smirked at her handiwork and returned her foot to her boot.
Ben paced back and forth trying to come up with something, anything that he could do to fight the super-sized waybad. "it's a wonder that she hasn't just destroyed everything. The waybads seemed to love that pastime." His grandfather offered his thoughts. "Well, our guys monitoring the situation said that she did destroy the incursean warship, which was that tremor from earlier, but she seemed to be careful not to touch anything else." "So, what? You think she doesn't want to destroy everything?" "It's possible. If she can target something specific instead of just wildly destroying things then she might have mentally returned to a point before her mutation when she was capable of higher thought. If so, maybe we can reason with her." "How can we reason with her when she's that big? There's no way she could hear us." Max thought for a moment. "We do have one option. A while ago, the plumbers got their hands on the prototype of a large ship meant for advertising at space stations and repurposed it so it could be used as a city-wide warning system. It's got a screen that's almost as wide as a mile and speakers so loud a whole city could hear it. We should be able to use that."
Waybad was lounging around, lying on her back. she didn't crush any cities, but she was certainly blocking many highways. The humans on the ground that were on said highways saw an impossibly high wall of grey flesh if they were lucky, and got crushed under that wall if they weren't. Waybad was thinking of what she should do now that she was even bigger than before. She had already destroyed the incurseans, now she was thinking about taking a dip in the ocean. She was chuckling to herself thinking about walking in and the water only being as deep as a wading pool. Her attention was taken by a quiet voice to her right, she turned her head and saw a small object in the air. It was a spaceship with a screen facing towards her displaying an old human in a red shirt with a flower pattern. The man spoke to her. "My name is Magister Maxwell Tennyson of the plumbers. on behalf of the earth, I would ask what your intentions are here. Waybad smirked. "Now, why would I need to tell a bug what my intentions are, hm?" An additional voice came from the ship's speakers, but they were off-screen. "Woah, woah. Not cool." "Who was that. Hey, you. Guy who just spoke. Show yourself." Ben stepped into frame confidently, feeling a lot braver now that the screen made her look closer to his size. "Oh, hey. You were that guy I was fighting earlier today. Ben 10, the famous protector of earth. Hey, we never did finish our fight. Want I rematch? I bet you I'd win." Ben knew she would, so he changed the subject to something that would hurt his ego less. "Just tell us what you want, c'mon." "What I want? That's simple. I want...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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