An Omniglitch Too Far
“Feedback can't be gone; he just can't!” Ben let out in a mixture of panic, despair, and disbelief as he twisted the dial on the Omnitrix. He even took the time to give it a couple of slaps. It was all just a lie by Malware, right?
His grandpa, Max, slowly walked up to him. “Ben, calm down. Getting overly worked up about this won't do you any good. It's best to step back and think with a more level head.”
“Your grandfather is telling you the truth.” Azmuth, the self-proclaimed greatest genius in three galaxies, possibly even five, supplied as he followed, arms behind his back. “As the wielder of the Omnitrix, you should know by now that giving into your emotions like this is no good for both you and the watch, and I would prefer that you did not somehow break my creation.” It also didn't help that the device in question was sparking a bit strangely at the moment.
It had all started as a relatively normal and peaceful day, as they always s