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I'm going to be making a Ben 10 is ending playlist on 8tracks. Besides putting in the theme songs, I want to add songs that have a special meaning for the fandom. These can be songs that everyone uses for AMVS, that everyone associates with a certain character, episode, ship,series,arc...

Just leave a comment below!
 Make sure to put down:
  • The song's name and artist
  • How it fits Ben 10 (ex. Numb by Linkin Park fits Kevin Levin)

Thank you!
Rated T for Teen

January 1993 Maryland

The waiting room was empty except for the couple sitting on the couch. The TV on the wall blared the news; several reporters were discussing the new president. The table beside them was covered in magazines that dated back to the year before. The receptionist at the desk had picked up the phone and was chatting in a loud voice about something that was not work related. The couple held hands. The woman, around thirty, had shoulder length black hair, navy blue eyes , about medium height, wearing a long red sweater and leggings. The man was around thirty-three or thirty-four. He had light brown hair, his' eyes a bluish-green, about a few inches taller than she was, dressed in a white shirt and jeans.

A young man, around twenty-two entered the waiting room. He was dressed in khaki pants and a royal blue dress shirt, and held a clipboard in his hands. He was tall, with longish black hair that parted in the middle. His eyes were a nut brown, the outline of his face narrow.

"Caroline and Harvey Levin?" He called out.

The couple got up and followed him through the archway, down the hallway to an office on the left side at the far end. He knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The doctor looked up from reading a paper at the desk. He appeared to be in his forties, his dark brown hair starting to thin, his lower face covered by a beard that was kept short and close to the skin. He straightened up and adjusted his lab coat.

"Please have a seat," he gestured at the seats in front of the desk.

Harvey and Caroline sat down.

"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice Dr. Sirvantis," Caroline said as she shook his hand.

"It was nothing at all," the doctor said. "Now shall we go over your medical history?"

Dr. Sirvantis grabbed a file and began to converse with the couple, occasionally looking down at the information.

"The cause of infertility is unknown?" He asked.

"We've both had tests but the other doctors didn't find anything that stood out," Caroline said.

"Otherwise, we're healthy. As far as I know no diseases run in my family," Harvey added.

"How long have you been trying to conceive?"

"We've been married for five years but we really starting trying from about three years or so back," Caroline told him.

"The best course of action I would suggest is an IUI combined with hormones," Dr. Sirvantis suggested.  "It's different from an IVF in that-"

There was a knock at the door. The young man from earlier opened the door slightly.

"Sorry to interrupt. I have the analysis."

"It's fine. You can put it on my desk," Sirvantis said. He turned to his patients, pointing to the young man. "Greg Adgers. My intern from USUHS."

"The military medical school?" Harvey asked, interested.

"Yep," Greg said. "I was stationed in Iraq before I started med school. Marines."

"My clinic has a special program with USUHS. After all, I was a medic in Vietnam. I know many vets that wanted to get into medicine and sciences, but never had the chance. I was lucky. I had finished my studies before I volunteered. And even with my duties, I was able to pursue my passions; lab work, the study of genetics, helping people. Like yourselves."

The doctor finished going over the information with them and prescribed medication for Caroline. The couple set up another appointment. The intern showed them the way out.

"I hope this works," Caroline sighed as they exited the clinic. "I don't want to be let down like what happened with the other two."

Harvey took her hand.

"Don't worry. I think this is it," he squeezed her hand. "I have a good feeling about this."
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A month passed. Caroline sat in the waiting room, alone. She had to take time off from work and Harvey was stuck in the middle of a business meeting. It would have been nice for them to go together, but at least he had stopped by in the morning for his part. Greg appeared from the hallway. He stuck his head out from the door archway and looked around.

"Caroline Levin," his voice almost came out in a whisper. He glanced around the room, nervously.

She got up and followed him. He began to pick up his pace.  Greg was almost running. Caroline had trouble keeping up, and worried that it wasn't a good idea to exert herself before the treatment.

"Sorry. I just got here from class. I haven't had a break," he apologized in an agitated tone.

His cheeks were flushed. His forehead  was covered in sweat. His eyes were unusually wide.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"Must be the heating," he breathed. "They always put it up too high."

But he shoved his hands in his pockets as if he were cold.

They had reached the examining room. Greg rushed over and grabbed a gown from a cabinet.

"Put this on," he thrust the gown at her. "Sirvantis will be with you shortly."

He quickly left. She changed into the gown, thinking how odd his behavior was. She waited. Fifteen minutes passed. Then fifteen turned into thirty. Doctors were known for their lateness, but she never had to wait fifteen minutes for one. She thought about how Greg told her that he arrived late and figured that Dr. Sirvantis needed his assistance. Iterns were always pushed around. She knew from experience from an internship at college.

There was a knock at the door. Dr. Sirvantis walked in with Greg behind him. He was pushing a cart.

"Sorry for the delay," Dr. Sirvantis said. "We will get started now. If you could lie back on the table."

He went through the routine of questions as he placed her legs into the stirrups. In the back, Greg was getting out tools needed. He was calmer than before but something was still off. It was almost as if he was subdued. His face blank as he took out the syringe and filled it.

"Will this hurt?" Caroline asked the doctor.

"Oh no. I assure you that this will be completely painless," he said. "Greg. Catheter."

The intern paused and took a deep breath. He grabbed the catheter from the cart. For a second she thought he was blinking back tears. He moved towards Dr. Sirvantis.
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Caroline tested negative. She went back for another round a month later. This time, Harvey was with her.

The doctor was more punctual. He arrived only ten minutes late. Greg was not with him this time, but a young assistant named Amanda Swift, also in her early twenties. She was a med student at John Hopkins. Greg, they were told, was stuck in the lab.

After an hour, they were done. Harvey and Caroline walked out to the parking lot hand in hand.

"Already thinking of names?" He asked with a smile.

"Several," she said. "I like the name Eve for a girl. Can't think of a name for a boy."

"You know what I was thinking," Harvey started.

"Greg!"

Greg emerged from the clinic, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans. He walked over to two men, his friends, with a laugh.

"Dudes! I can't believe you walked over here! What's this? You really want to see my car?"

The group walked over to a turquoise 1967 Camaro. His friends gathered around, admiring it.

"It took only two weeks to fix this baby," Greg proudly exclaimed. "I gave her a complete makeover and now she's good as new!"

"Sweet! You hear about Nirvana?"

"Are they finally releasing another album?" Greg asked excitedly. Their voices got lower as they got in the car. Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit blared from the stereo as they drove off.

"He's popular," Caroline remarked.
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March's test came out negative.  She went another time. Caroline noticed a change in Greg. He wasn't as alert as he used to be. He had lost weight, maybe ten to fifteen pounds. His skin was pale and there were bags under his eyes. His hands fumbled as he assisted Doctor Sirvantis, nearly dropping bottles and syringes. He seemed to be lost in his own world, his eyes gazing far off into the distance. Several times, she thought that the normally composed doctor would shout at the intern. The only time he seemed to be zapped back into reality was when he watched as Doctor Sirvantis pushed down on the syringe. His already diluted eyes widened even more, an almost horrified expression on his face. Sixty seconds. Then it was done and he zoned out again.

Caroline asked what was wrong.

"Midterms," he told her. "Med school is tough."

She knew he was lying. Midterms did not last for two months straight.

The last appointment in April she was walking out of the examining room to the waiting room.

"Please! I'm begging you! I can't do this anymore!"

It was coming from Doctor Sirvantis' office. The door was closed but she knew that Greg and the doctor were inside.

"And what is this this you are blabbing about?" The doctor hissed.

 "Everything! Proctor please!" Greg nearly screamed. "It's wrong It's making me sick Can't you see what we're doing? We have to stop!"

"Gregory Allan Adgers," Doctor Sirvantis threatened in a cold tone.  "You are a soldier and this is your mission. You are to complete it no matter the cost. Do you want me to let slip to your school about that little habit of yours?"

"No sir," Greg whispered.

"Good. Now get back to work.

Greg rushed out of the office. His face was red and wet. She made a move to get his attention but the intern was already gone.

In May she found out she was pregnant. She was a month along.
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On January seventeenth 1994, Caroline gave birth to a healthy boy. She and Harvey named the child Kevin. Weighing about eight pounds, and about twenty- one inches long, his cheeks flushed red, and a head full of wispy raven hair, he howled when he took his first breath. The couple was overjoyed, and Caroline cried when she first held him.

A few days later, Caroline was sitting on the hospital bed, holding Kevin. He was sleeping; he spent most of his time sleeping. She gazed at him, watching his chest rise and fall, his eyes twitch. Her hand caressed his cheek. His skin was soft, and his cheeks were starting to dimple. She smiled. Her parents had told her that she had dimples when she was a baby as well.

There was a knock on the door. Caroline looked up to see Greg enter. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. He still was skinny, and looked exhausted, but was better than the last time she saw him.

"Congratulations on the baby!" Greg exclaimed. "It's a custom of our office to send flowers to the couple."

"Thank you so much," she said. "We couldn't have done it without you."

Greg put the flowers on the table and walked over to Caroline.

"He's a very healthy baby," Greg said, talking more to the baby than Caroline. "Very cute too. What's his name?"

"Kevin."

"Kevin Levin. Whose idea was it to make the name rhyme?"

"Havery's actually," she laughed. "I picked out the middle name. Ethan."

"He looks like a Kevin. I like that name, it's one of my favorites."

"He does. Have you graduated from med school?"

"Yeah," Greg sighed, a little out of breath. "I'm still working with Sirvantis. We're setting up another clinic. We're going out to either California or Texas."

"Good luck," she told him. "And thank you again."

Greg stared down at the baby. His eyes welled up with what seemed to be tears. His finger gently brushed against Kevin's cheek. He leaned in and kissed the baby's forehead. He backed up and headed towards the door.

Kevin woke up and blinked. His brown eyes stared up at Caroline.
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October 2002 New Jersey

The sound of the sirens pierced her ears. She held onto her seat as she watched the paramedics crowd around her son. One held up an IV bag, another checked the oxygen tank. The ambulance made its way up the steep hill, with sharp turns on every curve. Caroline wept, her body rocking back and forth. She felt a hand on her shoulder, but she could not feel it.  Her hand reached out, wanting to hold the hand of her son's who was fighting for his life.

Once they arrived at the hospital at the top of the hill, the paramedics rushed out wheeling the stretcher into the nearest operating room. She was told to wait outside.

"He had his finger in a electrical socket!" She sobbed as the doctor took down notes. "I walked into the room and he was lying on the floor! I called his name and he didn't wake up!" Her sobs became louder and overcame her.

"Do not worry. We are doing the best we can," the doctor said before he went back into the operating room.

She spent two hours in the waiting room. Frantically pacing back and forth, making frequent phone calls to her husband who was on a business trip in Chicago and was trying to catch the next flight possible to Newark, huddled up in her chair, not caring about the others who saw or heard her. It got to a point where she had become silent, numb, frozen in her seat. Her eyes were wide, watery, and her expression was blank.

"Kevin will live," came a familiar voice.

She looked up. A man in his early thirties, in a white lab coat and scrubs, was standing next to her seat. His raven hair, once long, now was short, his build was still skinny but had developed muscles. His soft brown eyes glanced down at hers'.

"Greg?" She asked, surprised. "You work here?"

"I don't," he said. "But I am here for you two. There's something Caroline that I need to tell you. I should have told you a long time ago."

He sat down next to her and took her hand.

"First. Let me tell you about myself. Alcoholism runs in my family. My dad, uncle, grandpa, all were alcoholics. My earliest memory was when I was four. My dad took me and my older sister with him to the bar. He got into a fight with some guy. He punched him in the face and broke his nose. There was blood everywhere. I screamed as I watched, my older sister pulling me away. When I was a teenager I had my first beer. I was hooked. Spent every weekend at parties, getting plastered. Picking fights, stealing things in a drunken stupor, making an embarrassment of myself. I drank at home, at school, anywhere I could.  I got arrested, suspended from school, eventually expelled. My school recommended the military. I wised up. I was able to kick the habit. When I was nineteen I served in Iraq. I had high hopes. I wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to help others like me. And then, I met Sirvantis."

He paused. His hand squeezed hers'.

"He had different plans. The first time I met him, he looked over my files and told me:

You are the one I've been looking for

"He was not just any old vet. He belonged to this super secret military group that dealt with things, the strangest and most impossible things. I thought it wasn't real until I was forced to see myself.  Do you remember what he said on your first visit to the clinic? I was able to pursue my passions; lab work, the study of genetics. Mutations were his specialty. He was fascinated by them. And he wanted to use me because according to him, I had what he called the gateway gene: the one that made a person more susceptible to addictions and mental instability. He conducted tests and experiments on me. For ten years. It was all for his greater plans. In 1992, he opened up his first fertility clinic, the one you went to. For five years, we traveled across the country, opening clinics and helping people have children. But we did a horrible thing. Most of the couples, including you and your husband, wanted to use the husband's sperm. Sirvantis' would either use his', my, or another colleague's, sperm, to pass on the mutation. I fathered a child. He was conceived in April 1993 and born on January seventeenth 1994."

"No," Caroline's voice shook. Tears streamed down her face. " No."

"And to make my mutations stronger," Greg whispered. "He fed the addictive part of me. He got me back into drink. Then he introduced me to cocaine and heroin. I survived on a cocktail of testosterone, drugs, and whatever else he injected into me. If I was good and complied with whatever he did, he'd give me my fix. My life was a nightmare. I was arrested twice, almost faced prison if it wasn't for my lawyer, and nearly overdosed, to wake from it to his screaming that he could not lose his best subject. I began to change. Eventually, he forced me to break ties with my family. I began to go insane. I had found other drugs, more deadly and thrilling than anything I ever tried. And I realized, if I didn't keep up, I'd die. Who knows how long it will take, but I will completely break someday, which is why I'm here now."

"You're lying!" Caroline shouted, furious.

"Listen to me!" Greg was squeezing her hand so hard that it was turning purple. "That mutation is in our son! Sirvantis programed it to turn on when the child turns eight! The child will have an accident and fall into a coma. The other two children in the experiment that turned eight could not handle the mutation. They died. But Kevin is strong.  He has been monitored since birth and has been the strongest so far in the group. But when he wakes up, he will never be the same. The boy you know and love will be gone! He will develop powers, abilities, and that mutation will cause his sanity to snap! And Sirvantis will find him. And train him to become the deadliest weapon humanity has ever seen! And he will find you and your husband to make sure that you will not stand in the way!"

"You're lying to me!" Caroline howled, her hand slapped his cheek. Greg did nothing to strike back.

"You need to run," he gasped, holding his cheek. "You need to get out of here. Go into hiding. Get out of the country if you can. Put Kevin in a safe place where he can not hurt others or himself. I wish I could help, but I'm too far gone."

"I don't believe you," she growled.

Greg stared into her eyes.

"I know you don't. But you must."

He held his hand to his face. There was a flash of light. A white mask dropped to the floor. And Caroline let out a scream.

Greg did not look human. His skin was a pinkish gray, his eyes glowed red. His face was scarred and four horns stuck out from the top of his head that was shaved. The only part recognizable about him was his hair, still black and long, the tips reaching his elbows.

Caroline trembled as she let out another sob. She felt Greg's stern eyes on her.

"Keep Kevin safe," he whispered before putting on the mask on again. There was another flash of light and Greg resumed the appearance that he knew could never have. And the doctor in a white coat and scrubs, with short black hair and human features, left the waiting room.
From The Seed Grows The Root
The Rooters arc left me with questions on how Kevin got his mutation in the first place so I decided to come up with a backstory of my own. This took several days to write. I had to do a lot of research on fertility treatments and the military, and just the 90s in general. 

And yes, Greg is supposed to be Aggregor here. 

I hope that you enjoyed this and found it interesting. 
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Round of applause for Kevin! Huge round of applause! He was with us all along!

Even though I would have wanted The Rooters to face harsher punishment, at least they were stopped.

And cute gwevin moments too.
I am actually crying right now.

I hate him. I hate Proctor Cervantes. I have never hated a villain throughout all four series. But he deserves a special place on my top hated characters list.

There are two types of characters I despise: super control freaks, and people who hurt children.

And he fits both categories.

And I'm just shocked that from all the series, he's an Omniverse villain. Maybe he'd have a spot in Alien Force, definitely for Ultimate Alien. Brainwashing and human experimentation is not something that is regularly seen on kids' shows. The fact that Omniverse is willing to go there is making me go from admiring their decision from questioning their choices. It has horrible implications, implications that even in more adult oriented shows, are not often talked about.

I won't be able to see Weapon XI part two until tomorrow. So I'll just wait. And cry. And write fanfic. 
Contains Brief Graphic Description of Violence

He was yanked from his slumber.

They handcuffed him and shoved him out of the cell. He started to walk. He was in trouble. After the fiasco that happened yesterday; was it yesterday? He did not know how long he had been in this hellhole.

His head spun. When was the last time he ate? Yesterday if there was a yesterday. He did not sleep well. He had not had a goodnight sleep in years. Not since he was a little kid. Nightmares. The nightmares were a piece of cake to sleep through. It was the anticipation of what would come that kept him awake. He lay curled up on his side on the hard, cold, ground, shaking, fearing the moment that they would come to snatch him.  Memories of other horrors he had endured flickered before his eyes. The times on the street, prison, and now this. He felt a scream bubbling inside his throat. He wanted to break free of the chains holding him and run. Run as far away to a place or a time where he was safe and knew nothing about the power that surged through his veins.

They were at the lab now. They took the handcuffs off. But long enough to force him into a medical gown. They measured his height and weight, took his temperature, jabbed a needle into his arm to draw blood, and handed him a cup to produce a urine sample.

Every morning started this way since he was brought here. It was the only way he could keep track of time.

"Energy levels are at 7.5," he heard a female voice say.

"Normal," came a male voice.

Everything was a blur. Standing, sitting, then he was down on the table and gloved hands were strapping him down on the white examining table.

"He is twelve? Thirteen?"

"Twelve."

"Would it be too early to stimulate GnRH production?"

"Ask Cervantes."

They placed his arms out and handcuffed his wrists and ankles. Kevin winced as he felt another needle pierce him. It was an IV.

"Do we need more restraints?"

"I set them on the highest level."

He could not see their faces. It was due to the dizziness and the amount of surgical gear the two figures wore.

Three sensors were placed on his face. One on his forehead. Two on his cheeks. From the corner of his eyes he would see the wires attached to the monitor right beside the examining table. It beeped at a constant pace. He wasn't sure if the machine was a heart monitor or not.

Footsteps. He would have lifted his head but he didn't need to. He knew who it was.

There was another gloved hand on him now. It pushed his shoulder down. Two black eyes stared down at him.

"Hello. Kevin."

The monitor started to beep faster. The noise echoed in his ears, meshing with the sound of his heartbeat.

"You know I am not pleased to see you."

Kevin wished he could clench his fist. He wished he could kick the restraints off and fight back.  He could only stare back, at the man who had ripped whatever life left he had into shreds.

"The little incident you caused yesterday? The one where you refused to kill the man who was running away from us? That was, not cool as I think you kids say."

Cervantes stepped back and motioned to one of his assistants. There was a screeching sound of wheels. One of them was pushing a cart to the table.

"Before we start today's test, I want to teach you a lesson. You are a soldier Kevin. And you must obey me."

Kevin opened his mouth a little. Something stirred at the bottom of his throat. Sound. He had not spoken in weeks.

"I. Don't. Kill."

"A good soldier kills," Cervantes said sternly. "It's your job."

"I am not a soldier," Kevin said through his teeth.

"Do not talk back to me! If it weren't for us, you would have died out there."

"Then I should have died," Kevin whispered angrily.

Cervantes held up a knife. It reflected against the lamp that hung above the table. It slowly moved towards Kevin's face.

"You'll pay for your words boy," The man hissed.

The knife sliced Kevin's cheek, just below where the sensor was. His cheek stung. Blood dripped down his face and neck. He began to squirm, trying to move his head away from the blade. Cervantes pushed a hand down on Kevin's chest. He held the knife over Kevin's forehead.

"You. Will. Listen to me," Cervantes growled.

The knife moved again.

" Let me go!" Kevin shouted.

"Hold him down!" Cervantes yelled at the assistants.

They squeezed and pulled at his limbs. The knife was brought down again. But he fought. He thrashed his arms, kicked his legs, and screamed at the top of his lungs. He banged his head against Cervantes' who fell back. The knife went flying. Kevin tried to lift his hand. It was his only chance. He just needed one touch.

The knife slashed against the back of his hand but it was worth it. His skin turned a metallic silver and hardened. The pain stopped. He clenched his fists and moved them out to the side, breaking the handcuffs. He punched Cervantes who had ran forward and moved his knees up. He was able to move.

He ripped off the sensors and IV. He got up and started to run. The assistants rushed up to grab him but he got to them first. He elbowed the man in the gut and pushed the woman to the floor. They fell with a groan, only able to watch as he fled.

The alarms began to go off, flashing a red light. He sprinted down the hall, forgetting that he was hurt, or had been malnourished for months. He heard shouts behind him and glanced back. Security. He ran even faster. They shot at him. He ducked and quickly slammed his palm on the ground. He absorbed an extra layer of stone to cover him.

The blurriness came back. Everything happened so quickly. One second he ran past the cells. The other he was punching a guard repeatedly in the face, breaking his nose and bloodying his face. Ducking the bullets headed his way. Pushing guards off, slamming one into the wall. Running down the stairs to the holding area where they kept the planes.

The only person there was an engineer. He seized him by the arm and twisted it. The man let out a yelp. Kevin pushed him to the ground and ran to the nearest plane. He climbed on board and sealed the doors shut. He sat down at the cockpit pressing every button on the dashboard. The plane started to accelerate and lifted off. It crashed through the roof, shattering metal and glass. Kevin held on to the controls as he swerved left and right, trying to avoid the gunshots coming from the laser cannons below.  In the distance he saw a portal in the sky. He shot on straight ahead. The vortex pulled the plane in and closed. The plane soared through the portal at the speed of light. Kevin fell from the controls to the floor. The nausea came back. He thought he was going to be sick.

And then it crashed.

Kevin absorbed the material on the floor, huddling as the plane roof caved in over him. He came to, coughing. He blinked; he could not see anything besides a smoky haze. He sat up slowly, a sharp pain shot up his back and legs. He looked down to see that his leg was bleeding. His hands and face were stained with blood, but the pain there was dull. He limped out of the ruckage. The smoke started to clear. He took a deep breath and looked up.

It was the moon. Earth's moon.

He looked down. He was lying on grass. Not a dirt or rocky surface covered with craters. Grass. He had landed in a forest. He had made it. He did not know where, but he was home.

Kevin started to laugh. It came out as a hoarse choking noise. He smiled for the first time in months. He gazed up, pointing at the moon, pointing around him, his hands pulling up strands of grass, holding them close to his face to feel the softness and fresh smell. Tears began to stream down his face. He began to sob. His laughs turned into hysterical shrieks. His hands crushed the grass he held and he curled up on the ground, knees to his chest, as he let his emotions out for the first time in months, perhaps a year.
With A Scream
When I first saw in the episode that Kevin not only did not remember contact with The Rooters but they were also looking for him, I knew that they had tortured him. And I was right. It's just, this is the last thing you'd expect from Omniverse; seeing that it's usually goofy and laid back, but to add something so dark as this is shocking. Especially when you also know that Cervantes had been mind washing other people and experimenting on the Plumber kids. This was really hard for me to write knowing that this was all canon and that Kevin suffered so much and if Ben 10 wasn't a kids' show, they would show this part. 

I hope eventually Kevin turns out ok. It's the end of the series so they have to give him a good end right?
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I'm going to be making a Ben 10 is ending playlist on 8tracks. Besides putting in the theme songs, I want to add songs that have a special meaning for the fandom. These can be songs that everyone uses for AMVS, that everyone associates with a certain character, episode, ship,series,arc...

Just leave a comment below!
 Make sure to put down:
  • The song's name and artist
  • How it fits Ben 10 (ex. Numb by Linkin Park fits Kevin Levin)

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I like a bunch of shows/ fandoms. The top right now are Ben 10 (all series), Hetalia, The Avengers, Adventure Time, various animes, Gravity Falls, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, Supernatural....and many more
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Sorry wrong link! This is the Loki one. 

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Now I see why the exhibit had Loki's helmet. He was ditching it. youtu.be/qHp_LYMV9zE
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