Would You Look At The Time! (Worm/Ben 10)

The words that your other self mutters out quietly hits you hard. Your head snaps to the other girl, a growl rumbling at the back of your throat, "That's a low blow." You hiss out, and the other version of you doesn't meet your gaze, staring at the ground. For a moment you want to lash out, you want to snap and snarl and yell at the girl...

Only... she isn't wrong.

As much as you want to deny it, the fact is that Dad... he fell apart when Mom died. Over the last few weeks before you went to summer camp, he started to pull himself back together, but... if he lost you too... You don't think he would be able to handle it. Gritting your teeth, you turn away from the fallen machinery and your doppleganger, throwing a short glare over your shoulder as you stomp away.

The most frustrating part of all of this is the fact that you know that you don't disagree with your other self. All she is doing is saying things that you have been trying to ignore... Even worse, you can follow her logic, if she had been the one to lash out first, then your positions would be switched.


"I..." You start, "I don't know."


There is then only one Taylor, instead of two, even as you can feel the two separate sets of memories of what happened in your mind. Even stranger, it is only now that you have lost the sense that you notice it by it's absence. While there was a second one of you, you had been able to... know that it was. That you were not alone.

It's hard to explain... impossible to explain in words, because English doesn't have the very ideas set in words to explain the sensation and situation that you had experienced.

Continuing towards the boardwalk, you try and figure out what you plan to eat, along with your plans for the rest of the day. As you start to walk along side of one the small parks throughout Brockton Bay, you see a long baby blue truck come round the corner and stop next to the park. The truck starts to open up as a rather catchy little jingle starts to play. A handful of kids and families start to move over towards the truck as a mechanized voice plays over the truck's loud speakers, "It's Gyro Time!"

You have heard of the Gyro Time Truck, but you've never actually seen it yourself before. The truck was owned by a rogue called 'The Wandering Gyro', no one knew much about him. One day his truck had just shown up in Brockton Bay, rolling through the streets in search of hungering people to feed. Whenever and wherever his truck came to a stop, he would feed everyone in the area. It didn't matter to him who you were, man or woman, adult or child, hero or villain... It didn't matter. So long as you hungered, he was willing to fill your belly with piping hot food and the occasional story.

He doesn't even charge for food, saying that a smile on a happy customer is all the pay that he needs. Instead, he gets by on donations alone. In the seven or so months that he had been in Brockton Bay, he was already seen as something of a tourist attraction in and of himself, a beacon of light and hope in a city that at times seemed to have lost it's own.

The Wandering Gyro was a tall man, broad of shoulders dressed in a sharp black chef's jacket. His skin was a healthy olive, which made his startlingly blue eyes pop, and with shiny slick looking black hair pulled into a short pony tail. He had a hint of an accent when he spoke, and he was always moving. Even while he was cooking he would commonly be taking the next group's orders, and his sheer liveliness brought a smile to almost anyone he ends up speaking with.

After some deliberation, you end up just shrugging your shoulder and asking him to surprise you. He serves you a paper plate with some mouth watering lamb skewers that seem to almost melt in your mouth, and a set of a honey covered pastries, also served on skewers. You have no idea what they were, the foreign names practically sliding right out of your head. The name of the pastries was something like Lookmaeggs?

You have a feeling that you are butchering both the spelling and the pronunciations, but there really isn't much you can do about it. Now with a full belly and having gotten some time to move about town, you think you might finally be ready to spend more time in that empty house of yours. You wait at the park for the next bus, which admittedly means that you'll have to go a bit out of the way to the bus depot, and then onto a different bus to get back around to your part of town, but it was the closest bus to where you are.

Once you get back home, you've got about an hour and a half before Dad gets home from work...
What do you spend your time doing?
Choose 3, you may choose the same one more than once , also please put votes in a plan format so that it reads the multiple choosing of the same option correctly:
[ ][Eve] Test out an alien form
- [ ] Choose a number between 2-10 discounting 5 and 7
[ ][Eve] Try and figure out more about one of your unlocked aliens
- [ ] Wing Guy
- [ ] The Mechamorph guy
- [ ] Black and White swimmer guy
[ ][Eve] Experiment to see if you can figure anything out about the Omnitrix
- [ ] Is there anything specific you want to see if you can figure out?
[ ][Eve] Make Dinner
[ ][Eve] Clean up around the house, it looks like Dad hasn't been the cleanest while you've been gone
[ ][Eve] Check out the news

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Blllluugggh, this update did not want to come out, it just spent all it's time fighting me.

Whatever, things can start picking up from here since I have better laid out plans...
EDIT: Whoops, forgot to erase the rolls at the top, lol. And forgot to Italicize other you, and change the font for the Gyro Time Truck.