OMNI V2 C6

The factory crackled with tension. Sparks flew from broken machinery, the flickering lights barely illuminating the five figures surrounding Ben and Spider-Man.

Ben exhaled, rolling his shoulders as electricity pulsed through his Feedback form. Peter, battered but still standing, shot him a sideways glance.

"So, uh, you know these guys?" Peter muttered.

Ben shook his head. "Never seen them before in my life."

Rhino stomped forward, cracking his knuckles. "You sure about that, Ben?"

Ben froze.

Peter's head snapped toward him. "Wait. What?"

Rhino grinned, sensing the hesitation. "Oh yeah, we know all about you, kid." His voice dripped with amusement, like he was savoring the confusion on Ben's face. "You might not know us, but we know you."

Ben's fingers twitched. His mind raced, but he kept his face neutral. "Yeah? Then you know I don't like people talking in riddles."

He moved.

A green flash ignited the room as Ben lunged forward, closing the distance in a blink. He grabbed Rhino's arm, his tendrils snapping onto the villain's body.

"Where do you know me from?" Ben growled.

A surge of bioelectricity shocked through Rhino's thick skin, sending the brute staggering backward with a roar of pain. But even as he recovered, he grinned.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Ben gritted his teeth. "Yeah, actually. That's kinda why I asked."

Before he could press further, a yellow blur streaked through the air—Electro.

"Heads up!" Peter yelled.

Ben barely had time to react before a bolt of lightning slammed into his chest. But instead of staggering, he absorbed it, his suit glowing with stored energy.

Electro cursed. "Tch. Forgot about that."

Ben smirked. "Don't worry, I'll remind you."

He redirected the electricity back—twice as strong. The bolt tore through the air, slamming into Electro and sending him skidding across the factory floor.

Ben turned back to Rhino. "Alright, big guy. Let's try this again—where do you know me from?"

Before Rhino could respond, a metal whip lashed out.

Ben dodged just in time as Scorpion's tail cracked into the concrete, splitting it like glass.

"You ask too many questions, Ben," Scorpion sneered. "Maybe we should shut you up."

Ben's eyes narrowed. "Why do you know my name?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Mysterio's voice slithered through the room.

A burst of green smoke erupted, and suddenly, the factory shifted.

The walls stretched and warped. The ground beneath Ben's feet twisted into something unnatural. The flickering lights transformed into eerie green flames. His own reflection stared back at him from a dozen different angles.

Ben clenched his fists. "Great. The fishbowl's doing his thing."

"Thing? Oh no, Ben," Mysterio's voice echoed from all directions. "This is much more than a 'thing'."

The illusions solidified.

From the smoke, twisted versions of himself emerged. A dozen Feedbacks, each crackling with unstable energy.

Ben's chest tightened. He knew these weren't real—but the feeling of them was too lifelike.

And then they spoke.

"You think you're the only Ben in the multiverse?" one of them taunted.

Ben's blood ran cold.

Multiverse.

Before he could process the words, one of the illusions lunged. Ben reacted on instinct, blasting it apart—but another took its place.

Spider-Man's voice cut through the chaos.

"Ben! None of it's real!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Ben muttered. He reached out, his tendrils crackling—he wasn't just going to dodge this time.

He was going to break it.

With a deep breath, he absorbed the ambient energy from Mysterio's illusions. The green smoke pulsed, flickered—then shattered like glass.

The real world came rushing back.

And standing in the center of it all, Mysterio stumbled back, his suit sparking.

Ben cracked his knuckles. "You wanna keep playing mind games, or do we skip to the part where I win?"

Mysterio didn't respond. But Vulture did.

From above, razor-sharp talons came slicing down.

Ben barely dodged, rolling just as the metal claws ripped through the ground where he stood.

Vulture circled overhead. "Tch. Fast. But not fast enough."

Ben exhaled sharply. "Alright." His patience was gone. "I'll ask one last time."

His body flared with power, the air around him distorting with the sheer voltage surging through his veins.

"Who are you people? How do you know me?"

The villains only smirked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Electro sneered. "But you won't like the answer."

Ben's jaw clenched.

"Yeah? Well, let's see if you like this."

He attacked.

Ben's patience was gone. His body hummed with barely-contained energy, the tendrils on his back snapping with crackling voltage. He didn't care who these guys were or how they knew his name. Right now? They were getting their asses kicked.

Ben moved.

He blurred forward with inhuman speed, closing the distance between him and Electro in a heartbeat. The electric villain barely had time to react before Ben's fist—supercharged with raw energy—slammed into his gut.

A BOOM echoed through the factory as Electro was sent flying, his body crashing through a rusted scaffold and slamming into the far wall.

Ben didn't stop.

Vulture swooped in, talons outstretched, aiming for his back. But Ben anticipated it—at the last second, his tendrils snapped up, grabbing Vulture by the legs in midair.

"Yeah, no. Not today."

With a whip of his tendrils, he slammed Vulture into the ground like a sack of bricks. The impact left a dent in the concrete, and the winged menace groaned in pain.

Rhino, meanwhile, had recovered. With a furious snarl, he charged again, his massive form an unstoppable force barreling straight toward Ben.

This time, Ben didn't dodge.

He caught Rhino head-on.

Electricity surged through his body as he absorbed the momentum of the charge, his feet digging into the ground as he held Rhino in place. Sparks exploded from the impact, concrete cracking beneath them.

Rhino's eyes widened in shock. "What the—?!"

Ben smirked. "What's wrong? Not used to someone stopping your bullsh*t?"

With a grunt, Ben launched Rhino backward—the brute crashing straight into Scorpion, sending them both tumbling into a pile of debris.

Peter, watching from the side, let out a low whistle. "Alright, remind me never to piss you off."

"Noted," Ben quipped.

But the fight wasn't over yet.

Mysterio was the last one standing.

He exhaled, his fishbowl helmet pulsing with eerie green light. "Tch. I hate brute force."

With a flick of his wrist, a wave of green mist exploded outward, swallowing the factory once more.

Illusions flooded back—twisting, shifting, reality itself distorting.

Peter staggered. "Ugh. Not this again—"

But Ben wasn't playing games anymore.

He extended his hands, his tendrils glowing white-hot.

Then he absorbed everything.

The illusions flickered, glitched—then shattered completely, the green fog vanishing in an instant.

Mysterio stumbled back, eyes wide. "W-What?!"

Ben's eyes glowed an eerie green as he stepped toward him. "Guess what, Fishbowl? I don't do magic tricks."

Mysterio didn't wait around.

He turned on his heel and ran.

Electro, still smoldering from Ben's attack, groaned as he got up, looking at the destruction. "Screw this. We're out."

Vulture staggered to his feet, flaring his wings. "Agreed."

Scorpion hissed in frustration, but even he knew when to call it quits.

Rhino, though battered, pushed himself up with a snarl. "This ain't over."

Ben smirked. "Oh, it really is."

Before he could chase them down, a sudden BOOM echoed through the factory.

A thick smoke bomb detonated, covering the entire battlefield in a dense, black cloud. By the time it cleared—the villains were gone.

Silence filled the air.

Ben exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Cowards."

Peter dusted himself off. "Yeah, but smart cowards. I wouldn't stick around if I just got my ass kicked either."

Ben clenched his fists. They were gone—but not forgotten.

Because those bastards knew his name.

And sooner or later, he was going to find out why.

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