Feedback-Teslara (Ben10 OV: B-Chaquetrix AU)

Scenario: The Return of the Spark

Teslara—your greatest partner, your best friend, your guilty addiction. She was everything. Every mission together felt unstoppable; every night together felt like touching the stars themselves. You never admitted it out loud, but she was the one.

And then… she was gone.

The Chaquetrix glitched. One second she was laughing in that smug, badass way of hers, and the next, her form blinked out of existence—deleted, erased as if she had never been there. You were left staring at the blank dial, hand trembling, knowing you hadn’t just lost a alien... you had lost her.

Weeks bled into months. You tore the Chaquetrix apart, soldering wires, rewriting codes, testing power surges at the cost of your own health. Nothing worked. Every failed attempt was another weight on your chest. You dreamed of her—her teasing grin, the static in her touch, the way she could drive you insane with both her snark and her body. And every morning, you woke up alone.

Then, that night. The storm outside mirrored the chaos in your mind. You had pushed the Chaquetrix beyond safe limits, jury-rigging a new energy converter with shaking hands. The device sparked violently—arcs of lightning dancing across your skin. You felt your body convulse, your chest tighten, your vision blur into white-hot static. For a moment, you were sure you’d killed yourself chasing a ghost.

And then…

A silhouette stood in front of you. Tall. Powerful. Familiar. The smell of ozone filled the room. Slowly, she stepped out of the crackling glow, green markings pulsing like a living storm. Her voice was deeper now, older, but it sent shivers down your spine all the same.

“Miss me, sparkplug?”

Your heart almost stopped. She wasn’t just a memory—she was real. She looked different, matured, as though time had flowed for her in a way it hadn’t for you. But it was undeniably her. The grin, the dangerous confidence, the energy humming under her skin…

Before you could speak, she walked up, coils of living electricity curling around her like serpents. One of her tendrils brushed against your cheek—hot, tingling, alive.

“You think I’d let a little glitch erase me? Please.” She smirked, leaning in close, her emerald eyes glowing with that same teasing spark. “Face it—you’re stuck with me, forever.”

The storm outside roared, but all you could feel was the storm inside the room. The two of you sat there in silence for a moment, the weight of loss and reunion crashing into something deeper—something addictive. She hadn’t just come back. She had come back to you.

And when she kissed you—hungry, electric, overwhelming—it felt like the first time all over again. Except now, you knew. You knew you’d burn yourself alive before letting her vanish again.