[ Ben has seen a lot of footage of himself using his powers. His father was a big fan of recording parts of their training and going over the footage to point out flaws, mistakes, etcetera. But that had been so many years ago. And it is different, seeing it on a tiny little fuzzy screen, and standing right here and seeing it happen. Experiencing that wrongness up-close. No wonder people lost their shit, when they saw this. No wonder people called him a horror.
He feels cold all over his brain is just - empty. No plans, no logical connection back to the cloud. Just thick, icy, paralyzing fear. Peter's voice barely breaks through, like he's shouting from a huge distance. Ben is numb and floating, even as he sees Peter leave the ceiling and make his way over, so fast and agile, but he doesn't know how deadly this enemy is...
It isn't until one of those tentacles actually grabs Peter that enough adrenaline surges into Ben to dislodge him from his shock. In a few more seconds, if no one intervenes, it's going to be game over for Peter. Peter, who is nice. Peter, who is kind of starting to be his friend, maybe, he hopes. Ben's brain is still a mess, but the concepts of danger and friend about to die are simple and impactful enough that he doesn't need to think.
Ben does snap out of it. He snaps out of it, and yells, long and awful, like his insides are being torn out. Which is, essentially, what it feels like, as he opens the portal in his stomach and unleashes his powers on this other version of himself. He doesn't try to grab Peter and haul him to safety, himself. Rescuing isn't something the creatures are interested in. Instead, Ben merely focuses their malice on the other tentacles, with the hopes that distracting them will free Peter and keep him safe. Safer.
Except he's never had a fight like this. Against, well. Himself. Tentacle grapples with tentacle, twisting at each other, trying to find leverage to tear, and it is - really, just the most intensely gross thing to witness. Later, when he's not screaming his lungs out in agony and doing everything he can not to accidentally murder Peter himself, Ben is going to be way nauseated by all this. ]
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He feels cold all over his brain is just - empty. No plans, no logical connection back to the cloud. Just thick, icy, paralyzing fear. Peter's voice barely breaks through, like he's shouting from a huge distance. Ben is numb and floating, even as he sees Peter leave the ceiling and make his way over, so fast and agile, but he doesn't know how deadly this enemy is...
It isn't until one of those tentacles actually grabs Peter that enough adrenaline surges into Ben to dislodge him from his shock. In a few more seconds, if no one intervenes, it's going to be game over for Peter. Peter, who is nice. Peter, who is kind of starting to be his friend, maybe, he hopes. Ben's brain is still a mess, but the concepts of danger and friend about to die are simple and impactful enough that he doesn't need to think.
Ben does snap out of it. He snaps out of it, and yells, long and awful, like his insides are being torn out. Which is, essentially, what it feels like, as he opens the portal in his stomach and unleashes his powers on this other version of himself. He doesn't try to grab Peter and haul him to safety, himself. Rescuing isn't something the creatures are interested in. Instead, Ben merely focuses their malice on the other tentacles, with the hopes that distracting them will free Peter and keep him safe. Safer.
Except he's never had a fight like this. Against, well. Himself. Tentacle grapples with tentacle, twisting at each other, trying to find leverage to tear, and it is - really, just the most intensely gross thing to witness. Later, when he's not screaming his lungs out in agony and doing everything he can not to accidentally murder Peter himself, Ben is going to be way nauseated by all this. ]