#aliienborn

❝Ziggy! Ziggy Zweets!❞ When he receives the bit of signed parchment he studies it.

❝Ben…Ten-Ten-10?!❞ A shrill voice escapes his mouth. He just can’t contain himself any longer. He had spotted it. The number 10 on Ben’s chest. He begins to gesture towards it, wild in his typical buoyant state. 

❝My friend Sportacus has that number on his chest too!❞ A fervent Ziggy is bouncing up and down on the spot. ❝Yeah and he’s really cool too! Do you know him?!❞ Likely the identical numbers on their chest was nothing more than a coincidence. When I’m older I want to be a superhero just like you guys! I’m not that good at it yet but one day I will be good enough and I will save people and do cool moves and sign autographs too!❞ He pauses, momentarily, to catch his breath and a lick of his oversized lollipop.

ᵇᵒʸ ʷᵒᶰᵈᵉʳ - @aliienborn

Oooh. His head is ringing like crazy. Syd pushes up, fingers splaying out against the ground as he struggles to his feet. He hadn’t been this drunk in ages, to wake up somewhere he wasn’t familiar with. But as he sits up, he notices that there’s a few things missing. One - he’s definitely not at the bar, or his home. && two?

; )

“Why would you WANNA meet a bad alien? They’re the ones who wanna do…well bad things, like destroy the Earth? Stick to your friendly neighborhood aliens dude.”

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-`👻´- 【 “ OK. Point made.  I’ve seen too many weird things             over the last few years that it all seems ‘normal’ to me.             Still, a smile and a wave might open up the possibilities. ”

               He shrugged, floating down to pick up some glowing             residue between his gloved fingers, rubbing the substance             together and getting the picture that Ben wasn’t kidding about             Ectonurites not being anything related to ghosts from the Zone.             The plasm wasn’t as slippery, in fact it was somewhat stickier,             and seemed to react to more besides other forms of regular ectoplasm.