Jessica (Toontrix): Allows the user to turn into toon based versions of the main canon aliens.

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In the realms of possibility, we find ourselves wondering. What other kinds of objects can be used or changed? Like a sword or a shield or just a big ass mother fucking weapon. But in this instance, let's look at the Omnitrix and it's counterparts of canon, and flip them around, and yes, the AI's will have human forms, I mean look at the Unitrix! She's hot!

Anyway, welcome to Trix Madness.

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-Bellwood-

We find ourselves in the medium sized town of Bellwood where all sorts of crazy stuff tends to go down. Some of which included the annoying biker gangs that kept on throwing bottles of alcohol at random people.

"YAHOOOOOO!"

"YEAH!"

"BEER!"

"CARNAGE!"

With the police rolling in to try and stop them. But for some reason, they were ineffective in doing their job as the biker gangs rode all over the place and caused mass chaos.

"YAHOOOOO!"

The people on the streets ran for cover and shelter.

"YAHOOOO!" One of the bikers cried out before throwing a beer bottle into the street.

Right now though they were driving towards one person crossing the street. And didn't stop!

"YAHOOOO!"

"OUT OF THE WAY!"

He turned before frowning and reached to his wrist.

The bikers looked lost at this before a flash of black and white energy came from the spot and the world turned into a comic page.

"Hey! What the!?" One yelled out while looking like a drawing as his bike was just a pile of noodles.

"What the hells going on!?"

That was when a giant steam roller came right at the bikers.

"Ahhh!"

SQUASH!

Which caused them to turn into pancakes, but...were still alive.

"That's for dangerous driving." said a figure of a black and white man while appearing next to one of the 'pancakes'. "Next time look both ways for incoming steamrollers."

The 'pancakes' groaned while the figure pulled out an air pump out of nowhere and started inflating them into balloons.

"Time to take you to the cops."

Beep beep beep.

"Oh you gotta be-"

FLASH!

That was when the world returned to normal as the 'balloons' turned into giant unnatural balls of flesh.

"AHHHHH!" They all screamed while the onlookers became terrified at the sight.

"Another days work." The figure said while unfazed at the sight of giant flesh balloons. "I need a nice cold smoothie."

"AHHHH!" a woman screamed while the crowd ran away in fear.

The figure walked back down the street and whistled a tune to themselves.

(Later)

-Joe's Dinner-

The person sipped over half their smoothie in one gulp and sighed. "That hit the spot."

The owner shivered while he was busy making a shake for another group of kids. 'Please finish up and leave.'

The person looked at the smoothie before saying. "Can I get a float?"

"S-Sure thing, coming right up."

The figure smiled while we get a better look at the still unknown figure. It looked like a young teen with short brown hair and wearing a black bowler hat with black overalls and a long sleeved white button up shirt with loafers. On his left sleeve, it looked like a large gauntlet with black and white colors with vintage film reels connecting the sides of it like a bow to the large silver lense that seemed to have black curtains on it to keep it from getting damaged.

This was Benjamin Kirby 'Disney', a drifter and overall unknown in this town who claims to be a distant relative to Walt Disney, although said artist denies such allegations. About fifteen and unable to keep a job for more than ten seconds, he's been a fearful person in the eyes of the town, especially when they keep thinking he's a communist experiment gone wrong. Doesn't help when some have seen his 'tricks' happen and fuel the rumors.

"Ah!" He sighed in a very chipper voice. "Thanks for the float sir."

"No problem, happy to be of service." He said nervously as Benjamin began to pull out a pen from his sleeve and began drawing on his napkin. 'I better get out of here through the back. He's a monster!' The man thought in fear while Benjamin was busy doodling some cartoons, very good ones at that.

"Hmm, a little bit here, and a little here.' He thought before noticing the arm was off. 'Oh fuck. I accidentally made the right arm too long. Better fix it.' he erased the arm and started over again.

"Your float sir."

"Oh thank you." He said while the glass was placed on the table with a thud.

A young girl with blond hair and green eyes walked in and saw the doodle, which looked like a small dog with a top hat and overalls. "What's that supposed to be?"

"Oh him? Mister Pongo, billionaire extraordinary and party animal." Benjamin said with a smile. "Just came up with him just a few minutes ago."

"Huh, decent."

"Want me to make you one?" He asked while taking another napkin. "Human or animal?"

"Surprise me."

Benjamin began doodling while the strange gauntlet started to glow a dark gray color and seemed to leak a black substance from the lense to the pen itself.

The girl gasped in shock as the pen started to doodle a woman with an hourglass body, large breasts with hair covering the nipples, two angel like wings, and had a pair of overalls.

"There. Meet Venus in overalls!" Benjamin smiled as the ink vanished instantly into a cloud of smoke. "What do you think?"

"W-What was that?!"

"What was what?" He asked as the teens in the diner started to become antsy and paranoid.

"The ink!"

"Oh that, just my reserves." He chuckled merrily. "So want me to autograph this?"

"Ahhh!" she screamed running out followed by the other teens.

"..." he looked at the man at the counter. "The youths today right? Crazy and paranoid about those reds."

The man groaned and passed out.

"..." Benjamin got up and paid for the meal, with a dollar. "It's not much but here you go."

The man didn't speak as Benjamin made his way out.

All the while the gauntlet kept on glowing.

(Later)

-A small motel-

Benjamin sighed while laying on his cheap yet comfortable bed. "Sometimes the simplest things in life are cheap."

Beep beep.

He looked at his gauntlet and saw a small black and white cartoon playing, one that looked like a small frog with whiskers. 'Not him.'

"Benjamin." The frog said. "I'm here to get your annual report. And no you will not distract me with a fake octopus, I despise your ink based pranks."

"Lighten up Azy."

"It's Azmuth."

"I like my name for you better."

"Sigh. Look, I want a real report on the Toontrix's systems. After all, I gave it to you for a good reason."

"Besides making it after getting trapped on a planet of cartoons?"

"...besides that little encounter with the Toonsapians. And stop bringing that up." He sighed while pinching his nose, or lack of one.

"Why? You were funny in the cartoon."

"It was an instant transmission, not a cartoon."

"Potato patato."

Azmuth frowned.

"Anyway, the toon's are fine. Even got some laughs out of them."

"Aka you using physics breaking ideas to kill."

"Physics?"

"Right, your species is new to that concept. But regardless, you killed your own kind with unnatural shenanigans." he frowned. "Do you have any idea on what the concept of right and wrong are?"

"Yes, but when I'm a toon I'm trying to have fun."

"At the expense of others. If this keeps up I'll be forced to destroy the Toontrix and leave you at the nearest police station. Do you want that Benjamin?"

He groaned and shook his head. "No."

"Then don't kill."

That was when the cartoon ended with the words End in bold white letters.

"Ugh! Spoilsport." Benjamin grumbled while twisting the lense and watched several icons of various cartoon characters. "Now, how do you even watch cartoons on this thing?" 'Hopefully it's like a radio or tv knob.'

He kept on twisting it over and over which went on for half an hour.

All the while not noticing the gauntlet was turning bright gray.

"Come on give me something." he grumbled. "I'm gonna die of boredom at this rate."

That was when the lense started to glow and ooze ink on the ground.

"Oh that's just dandy!" he groaned sitting up. "Now Azy's gonna get on my ass about this!"

The ink kept on oozing while it formed a large puddle on the ground that glistened like shoe polish.

Benjamin groaned at this. "The manager is gonna kick my ass when he sees this."

The ink laid there on the red carpet as it seemed to be both solid and liquid at the same time. It then suddenly moved a little to the left of the bed.

"Wait, what the hell is it doing?"

The ink moved to the side before moving to the middle of the room and started to bubble.

"Something tells me I should run, so I'll do it!" Benjamin said before seeing the ink bubbling up and turned into a giant clamshell. "...what the?"

It slowly opened up while black orchestral instruments began to play The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down.

(Insert The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down)

"Am I having some kind of stroke?" He said as the shell slowly opened up and the music kept on playing loudly. "I knew that beer was ba...ba...ba...holy smokes!"

That was when the shell opened and revealed a tall black and white woman with long black hair that reached to her legs, a giant ass and H cup breasts, wearing a strapless white and black singing gown, high heels, had black ink covering her hands like gloves and had a small lense like curtain above her cleavage, laying on her side with one leg up as she winked and blew a large black heart at Benjamin.

Benjamin shook his head with his eyes popping out and flew over while staring the woman over, popped back into his head, before his tongue unrolled on the floor with a mini version whistling and making wolf whistles on the edge before it rolled back into his mouth with him panting like a dog.

The woman chuckled before saying in a semi seductive voice. "Looks like the Toonsapian DNA mixed with your own. Well I'll be colored blue and called a blue babe."

A large cartoon bull appeared next to her and bellowed before vanishing.

"Like there cow." She chuckled before getting out of the shell. "So nice to meet you properly Benjamin."

He checked his breath and smoothed his hair before hooking his thumbs under his overalls. "Good to meet you ma'am, I am Benjamin, not Mr. Disney. Mr. Disney was my father."

"I already know you." She deadpanned while putting her hands on her hips. "Been around you since Hollywood, when you got into a fight with a few too many drunks."

"Hey, how do you know that? I'm pretty sure I'd know if a tall drink of water like you was there." he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Simple." She pointed to the gauntlet. "I'm the AI or anthropomorphic representation of the Toontrix."

"...say what?"

"I'm the physical form of your device." She sighed while a storm cloud appeared on her head. "Really, and here I thought you wanted to meet the gal that saved your skin."

"Woah woah woah, back it up." he looked at the gauntlet. "You mean to say that you're the little lady living in here? Come on, that's a bit ...silly."

"Hypocrisy doesn't suit you." She countered. "And I'm not alive, I'm a machine that evolves. As for my appearance, Toonsapian morphology slows me to take an ink based form that allows me to shape my body based on reaction and luck. Like a cartoon to put it mildly."

"Wow, my own real cartoon gal? Woohoo!"

"Again, I'm not a cartoon. I'm an AI machine based on a cartoon." She crossed her arms and frowned cutely. "I'm not that crazy of a gal to try hitting people with mallets."

"Aw don't pout babe," he moved over and put his hand on her waist. "What say you and me go out and grab ourselves a couple of sasparillas?"

"Right after you get a job." She smiled. "I really am getting bored of the drifter life and want a steady job for either me or you."

"Aw come on, what's wrong with my lifestyle? I go all around this great country, do what I wanna do, and don't gotta get held down by nothing."

"You're broke, have rotting clothes and you smell like a camel's backside."

And cue a camel appearing next to her before vanishing into the ink.

"Aw come on, why you gotta be like that?" he frowned. "I can grab a shower right here."

"Alright." She moved his arm away from her waist. "You take a shower, then we can get some drinks." She then pointed to the Toontrix. "By the way, you still can use it, but I can cancel it if you try killing. And yes, I heard it from papa."

"Papa?"

"Azy." She sighed.

"Oh!"

"Will be waiting here until your done." She said before laying on the bed, stomach first, and showed off her ass to Benjamin.

Said teen smiled and chuckled before going to the bathroom. 'Jackpot.'

(A bit later)

Benjamin sighed while in the nude and drying himself off with a brown towel. "Who knew I needed that? I figured I was clean enough."

As he got to the bed, he saw the woman, now in a swimsuit, swimming in a large fish bowl with sharks in it. "Holy smokes!"

She jumped out of the water while the sharks formed a large star as she landed on the top. "Good work you guys."

A crowd of fish cheered while throwing roses at the sharks.

"Yes, shower them in praise." She waved before jumping down as the sharks and crowd vanished. "Oh hello Benjamin. Just doing some swimming."

"Wow...that was great! It was like I was watching a cartoon play out right in front of me. Do it again."

She shrugged before beckoning him closer to her and, once her got into place, pulled down her top to reveal...two bombs.

BOOM!

That left him covered in soot. He coughed and hit his chest while she chuckled.

"Boobie trap, gets men all the time." She smirked while Benjamin coughed. "How was that?"

"That...was a tease."

She pulled her top back on. "So ready for the date or the job hunting?"

"Date, finding a job can wait, especially when I'm clean for ya." he grinned.

She moved her hip onto his side. "Then get a move on, I'm not getting any younger." She then added. "Plus I can't really die unless you break me, which you wouldn't dare...right?"

"Damn right, what kinda bozo would shoot themselves in the foot and get rid of a fine gal like you?"

"...that was oddly specific Benjamin."

"I'm saying it's not gonna happen."

She walked towards the door, her ass somehow got getting bigger as it jiggled like jello.

'Humina humina humina.'

(In town)

The two walked down the street while it was very...abandoned and devoid of people for some reason. Well besides the fact that two 'reds' were 'attacking' the town but that couldn't possibly be them right?

"Huh, this place was filled up earlier, wonder what happened?"

"Must be the smell of your cologne." She joked while her ass still jiggled like crazy, for some reason.

"Hey, it's all I could get my hands on."

"True, but come. Let's get a drink at that establishment." She said pointing to the restaurant in front of them, which seemed to have a lot more people than usual. "And please stop looking at my rump."

"Sorry babe, but there's so much I can't look at anything else."

"You want me to make it smaller? I can arrange that." She deadpanned while Benjamin paled in horror.

"Uh...no thank you."

"Then be a proper gentleman and stop looking at them in public."

'Wait...public?' He thought while getting a glimmer of hope to touch that fine bottom as they entered the restaurant. 'What did she mean by that?'

They walked towards the front and saw a waiter at his post.

"Sir." The woman said. "One table for two."

"Right away ma'am." He said quickly before grabbing some menus and pushed them towards the very back of the restaurant. "Here you go." and left in a hurry.

"Well it don't got a view, but it's good enough."

She sat down and placed her elbows on the table. "Benjamin."

He sat down as well. "Yes?"

"I know you enjoy being a Toonsapian or at least becoming different species that are based on Toonsapian biology. But, you can't keep on killing people, it goes against the expectations of a 'toon'. That being they can't kill, hurt or harm yes, but not kill."

"Azy already told me stuff like that."

"Yes, but you must realize that for your species, seeing 'toons' kill is disturbing. They aren't ready for that kind of entertainment, not until a period of about fifty to eighty years." She sighed. "If this keeps up, you might be killed by one of your species that has fear in his metaphorical soul."

"Like?"

"Oh say getting a gun to your head." She pointed behind him as Benjamin saw a guy putting a pistol into his jacket. "Or just stabbing you with a knife."

"Uh…fair enough."

She opened her menu. "Just think about it Benjamin, during the meal."

He opened his menu and skimmed through the contents. "Hmm, what should I get…."

'Hopefully he doesn't try staring at my jugs.' She thought while placing her menu down and started filing her nails.

"So what else can you do? With your fancy tricks I mean."

She looked up. "Besides my ink based body I can increase parts of my body or decrease it. Along with absorbing DNA from others."

"DNA?"

"Right, you're species isn't advanced yet to know about the concepts of DNA." She said while going back to filing her nails.

"Well don't leave me in the dark, give me the details babe."

"If I did, you might call me crazy or something." She made her head crack. "And I'm not splitting mad."

"Come on, I'm a grown man, I can take it."

She sighed. "DNA is the foundation of all biological life, from humans to plants and small bacteria, this microscopic blueprint contains all the genetic differences and similarities based on reproduction from different DNA and from diversity of different species or from the same species." She then said. "And no, blacks are not a species, they are the same."

Benjamin groaned. "Don't start that up."

"Just pointing it out before you start acting like a bigot." She pointed to her skin. "Besides, I have black and white skin, yet I'm similar to a human...except the metal bones and the ink based organs and skin."

"Uh...ok I understood part of that stuff."

She tapped the edge of the table with her fingers. "I hope so. After all, I won't have a stupid user using me like a toy or something." 'Or a mass killing machine.'

Benjamin finished looking at the menu and waited for the water to come back. "So what are you gonna get?"

"Water." She deadpanned. "And perhaps a steak."

"I'm gonna get an old classic sandwich and coke, always a good choice."

"...what kind of sandwich?"

"Ham."

And cue a pig in a dress appearing on the table.

"This kind or the pig on a bun variety?"

Benjamin sweatdropped while the pig ran away. "Keep that up and people might start running out like chickens with their heads cut off."

"I figured." She said while flagging down a waiter. "Garçon."

"Yes ma'am?"

"We are ready to order." She said as the man gulped and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil.

"What will you two be having?"

"I will have a glass of water and a steak, rare." She pointed to Benjamin. "And my pal here wants a coke and a ham sandwich."

"Right away, it'll be done as soon as possible." He said while running away.

Benjamin raised an eyebrow as the woman started reading from a magazine. "What's his problem?"

"You're scaring him." She opened another page.

"Still, why act like a crazed jackrabbit?"

She rolled her eyes at that and went back to reading.

(Later on)

"Your orders." The waiter said while giving them their food, which looked kinda...under cooked and rotting. "Have a good day."

"Uh, you sure this food is good?"

"No."

"..." Benjamin grumbled while the woman just placed it in her now extended mouth and ate it before she wiped her mouth with the napkin.

"It's bad." She said while letting out a small burp. "Excuse me. The food is bad, but it didn't cause my stomach to implode."

The waiter dropped his jaw at her and turned before running away screaming.

"..." she pointed to Benjamin's plate. "Want me to finish that or not really?"

"Knock yourself out." He said before seeing the woman taking the plate, eating it whole, and just stared at him.

"..." she spat out the plate. "So, time for job hunting."

'Ugh.' he rolled his eyes. "Can't it wait?"

"No." She pulled out a wad of cash from her cleavage. "It's today, and you will not change my mind on the matter."

"Damn!" he gaped when she put it down. "You had all that green on you?"

"No. These are not real." She said as the money gained eyes and a pair of legs. "Just another Toonsapian based substance."

"Wow, you think we could pull off a few jobs like that?"

"No."

"But-"

"You need an honest job, not a con job." She said while getting up. "Come along Benjamin."

"Ah, you're breaking my heart here." he groaned getting up.

(Later on)

Both walked down the street while looking for job offers...the only problem was that no one was exiting the buildings to even 'greet' them.

"Yeesh, people around here are as exciting as dead fish."

And cue getting hit by a fish.

"Ow!"

The woman chuckled while throwing the fish away. "I couldn't resist."

"Oh yuck it why don't ya? Can't you make some gizmo or trick that'll land me a job? Or at least more fake green? I wouldn't mind doing a-"

"No." She interrupted. "No tricks or I will leave you without my aid or wisdom."

"Aw come on! It'd be so easy and no one would see it coming."

She frowned at him. "No and that's my final word on the matter."

He groaned and slumped his shoulders. "Well I don't see no place here that has a job, so I say we get back to the motel and make whoopee?"

She sighed before walking a little faster. "Not yet, first a job for you Benjamin."

"Not even a quick job?"

"No."

"Fine." He grumbled while walking after her, only for her to stop at a small studio.

"Here." She pointed upwards.

He looked at the sign, which read Lit Devil Industry in bright neon lights. "What's this? A strip joint?"

"No. It's an art studio." She sighed. "I can smell the ink."

"Art studio? Now that I can do." He smirked.

"Then let us go inside, and no scarring the artists."

(Inside)

"Huh, so this is what the big leagues looks like." Benjamin muttered while seeing the large studio full of tables, drawings, and other things useful for an artist, as he noticed the people weren't afraid of him...much.

"This is just a small studio." The woman said while absorbing some ink with a finger. "There are many others that have better accommodations, like your father or uncle's business."

Benjamin grumbled. "Let's not talk about that."

"Alright."

"So what's next?" He asked while the woman walked to a door.

"Meeting the man himself, and remember be formal yet polite. And no showing off the Toontrix." She said while knocking at the door.

"Fine fine."

The door opened as a loud voice called out. "What?"

"You have a business offer Mr. Nathaniel."

The guy, which looked like a thin man with a curly mustache, looked at Benjamin and then the woman before coughing on the ashes of his cigar. "Make it quick, I'm a busy man."

Benjamin pulled out his drawing from the pocket and smirked. "Names Benjamin Kirby Walt, artist extraordinary-"

"Yeah yeah, and this business offer?"

"Well, I can draw pretty good."

"...and?"

"And I can give you lots of good characters."

"We already have artists for that crap."

"But have you seen the ones I can make?"

"I've seen it all." He waved off while looking at the window.

"Um…" Benjamin gulped before getting a stupid idea. "But I have a wife made of ink."

She looked at him like he was nuts while a storm cloud appeared on her head. 'Benjamin!'

"Boy, are you drunk?"

"No." He pointed to her. "Just look at her."

He did and noticed her black and white body and skin color. "Damn...she's as pale as a ghost."

"And she's made of ink."

She pinched her nose and grumbled. 'I hate him sometimes.' "Yes Mr. Nathaniel. I'm made of ink, and no I have not invested silver or any other drugs. My skin is all natural."

"Ha! I'd like to believe that doll." laughed the man.

She sighed again before putting a thumb to her mouth and blew.

FISSSS!

Causing her chest and ass to expand before she became as tall as the room. She then went back to normal and placed her hands on her hips.

"Proof enough for you?"

His jaw dropped with the cigar falling onto the table.

"See?" Benjamin smiled. "My wife is made of ink and is a cartoon gal."

'You are really pushing it.' She thought with annoyance.

"Holy shit….god almighty you were right!" He said in shock. "This gal is made of ink!"

"And she's willing to model."

She pulled on his ear. "Dear. You're the one getting a job, not me. Besides, YOU are the one with the drawings, I'm just the one that expresses it."

"OW!" he cried out. "Ok ok ok, I give!"

The man pointed to the woman. "Name."

"Jessica."

"Jessica babe, you and your husband have a job here at Lit Devil Industries as my character modeling. We need toons with a little more oomph in their stride, and you fit the bill."

"And my dear husband?"

"He's your assistant."

Benjamin jaw dropped in shock. "Assistant?!"

"Now get out." The man waved off. "Your first shift is tomorrow morning on the dot."

"Thank you Mr. Nathaniel." Jessica said while walking away with Benjamin right next to her.

"Assistant? Assistant? Oh that guy's gonna get it." grumbled Benjamin.

"Don't even try using the Toontrix." Jessica frowned as he went to turning the lense. "He just didn't need an artist."

"But that's what I am." He frowned before slamming on the lense and turned into a large black and white man with four arms, four eyes, and wearing a top hat as the symbol was on its chest as the room became a cartoon again.

She sighed before snapping her fingers and caused the toon to become a normal human again as the room returned to normal. "Don't even try."

"But I've got the skills to pay the bills, if I had any." he joked.

Jessica patted his head. "Let's head back and I will bake you a cake."

"Ooh, you can cook? Wait, is it made of ink?"

"Yes." She moved a finger under his chin. "But we do not have an oven."

'Wait…oh yes!' He thought with a smirk. "I got just the fella."

She rolled her eyes. 'Dream on.'

The screen then suddenly became black as a small omnitrix appeared on screen and blinded the audience.

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