He watched as the base was being formed, the same color as any normal model base he had used but seemed to be a bit of a pearlescent color scheme. At one angle, it seemed to be showing an oak brown color but at a different one shown a golden color, as well as seeing that it was humming with the energy that was used to make it, if only faintly. Once the base was fully constructed, Ashton carefully reached to it, lifting it up to fully inspect the circular plate. He couldn't help but smirk, already thinking of which model to use the newly-made plate on, looking to one shelf of his room where he stored all the models he made on it, thinking of which one to use.

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“When is he coming out?” one person asked Emily, whom was standing in front of the gaping hole where the front door used to be.

“He'll be out in a few minutes, said he needed to prepare.” was her response, gazing back into the house.

Currently, her and the doctor were out on the front porch, the person that asked Emily one part of a small crowd that were gathered in front of the house. Those in the crowd were a mix of both fellow residents of the neighborhood and news reporters, the latter eager to see the so-called 'hero' of the place. Police officers were here as well, but thankfully haven't tried to make their way into the house, rather keeping the occasional nosy person away from entering the house.

Emily did wonder what was taking Ashton so long to come out, thinking about heading inside to see what he was up to. She didn't need to once she saw him starting to come, seeing one model in his hand, wondering on what it was. When Ashton fully walked out of the house, she was able to see that the model in question looked like someone in a heavy-duty diving suit, a drill for their right hand while what looked like modeled fire in their left. The stance the model was in was like as though it was issuing a challenge to a foe, the lone visor of the suit's helmet having a red light radiating from it.

The moment he stepped out though, voices started to raise, as well as one person trying to make their way to him, a duo of officers keeping the man from getting too close. The various camera crews that were present were holding the camera equipment they brought, some looking like they were in a hurry to prepare themselves for the live presentation. With a small sigh and hoped that he was doing the right thing, Ashton took a couple steps forward, mainly to get a bit of space for the coming transformation, looking to the model he had in hand. Before the change though, he had to assure everyone that he would still be himself, looking back up to the crowd.

Just before he could open his mouth to say, he heard the doctor close to him call out. “I know that you people have a lot of questions for him, but remember that he just woke up from being out cold for literally a full day, so his…motor and speech skills might be a bit slow. Just keep things calm and try to be reasonable when asking. Alright?” he finished, looking to Ashton after with a small smile.

“Thanks…” was his response, looking back to the crowd, clearing his throat and held the model up. “First thing; Does anyone happen to recognize this little fellow?” he asked, stepping down off of the front porch of his home so he can offer a closer look to those gathered.

Several people of the crowd tried to get a good look of the figurine, one soon sounding out. “Isn't that a Big Daddy from the Bioshock games?” they asked.

A nod was Ashton's question, smiling a small bit. “That it is. Fair warning to you all though; The device I have on me will allow me to become the actual thing; Weapons, plasmids, hulking size, and voice to boot. The last part is because, based on when I was as the greninja, I found that I wasn't able to communicate all that well with my friend.” He paused for a moment, switching the device on, fiddling with it until it was on the part that he first seen when it was initially activated, seeing the familiar circle, looking back up to the crowd. “Now, may want to give me a bit of space. Not all that sure how well I'd react to this big guy…”

With that, the crowd pulled back from him as he lowered the model to the circle, feeling it snap to the screen from the same magnetic pull like the last time. He smirked a bit, watching the scanning cylinder come up again, some people watching the process in awe. It didn't last all that long, seeing the model being deconstructed, lightly nodding before bracing himself for the coming changes.

The changes to the greninja may have been mild compared to what was just now hitting him, gasping out as he easily doubled over, crouching down onto one knee. His right arm jerked about as a circular ring of metal formed around halfway down the forearm, tall triangular flaps folding up to form a wicked point at the end. A lengthy strand of metal materialized itself, the cone revving up and letting the metal wrap around it, finishing off when the last bit of it met the tip and fully formed the drill, the overall size of it easily a third of that of a full-grown man, weighing Ashton down easily. He felt the arm that rested in the weapon be tucked into a skin-tight suit, the limb easily swelling in size to fit the strength that is needed to lift the drill.

The suit slowly crept up the human's body, the muscles inside swelling to fit the description of the brute he was becoming, his arm much thicker than what it normally was. He cried out from the whole process, feeling his left arm starting to follow a similar fate, though no weapon formed rather it burst into flames. They didn't burn his body at all but scorched the grass that was underneath his hand, all of it soon condensing itself around the fingers, slowly dying down as his left arm was bound in the same material that was spreading over his body, the arm just as thick as his right one.

The torso was starting its changes as well, the forming suit creeping over his body and altering the body underneath, strengthening it several fold than what it normally was. The organs weren't spared of this treatment either, each being enhanced to suit the soon-to-be increased demand of the human's altering body. He winced when he started to feel various pieces of metal slamming onto his body, being secured by rivets that materialized just like the metal bits. Piece by piece the suit was coming together, the human being swallowed up by the encroaching suit as his body swelled larger to fit.

The crowd watched with a mixture of awe, surprise, and to some, fear, seeing the human altering and occasionally crying out when a plate of metal, ring, or rivet slammed into the forming suit. He was nearly flattened onto his front when a bulky oxygen tank slammed into his back, faltering in his spot before righting himself into his crouched position. The legs were next to follow, both thickening to accommodate the weight of his much heavier form. Bent plates of metal both formed over his knees, shielding them as the suit fully covered his body, the feet sporting protective metal plates as well as the thick hide of the suit.

All that was left was the head, more metal plates slamming into place around it. In front of his face formed several layers of a glass-like material, pressed together by a metal band and, like the rest of the suit, fastened together by rivets. Thankfully, they didn't come close to inflicting harm, the helmet closing up around the human's head, closing his eyes as if told to. His senses dulled slightly before returning, gazing out of the wide-circle visor of the helmet, a yellow glow coming from his eyes and making the visor seem to glow the same color.

Since the changes were now finished, he started to stand up in his spot albeit slowly since he wasn't all that used to this type of body, even if it was human. The changes did add a couple of feet to him, easily standing at eight feet and would tower over anyone that would be standing close. Fully standing up in his spot, he looked to the people before him, looking down to the drill on his right arm, thinking about something due to the fresh set of memories that had entered his mind. They weren't anything that could change him any further, rather of the abilities he now possessed, wanting the drill in his hand to be gone. Simple as that, he watched as the drill easily vanish via a wave of aqua-colored light, freeing his arm and flexing the fingers on his hand, getting used to the much greater strength he had, soon seeing someone approaching to his side. Looking over, he saw that it was Emily approaching him, though he could easily tell that she wasn't all that certain about his current form.

“Ashton…?” she asked with concern, looking up at the visor of the helmet, in which he nodded to confirm that it was still him. He looked up towards the crowd again, though his gaze was brought down to his left forearm, seeing the familiar glow of the screen much like his previous form, though it seemed that it was making something, some people as well as Emily's attention being drawn to it. The object in question was circular in shape and seemed to be like it was another model base, but it was much thinner. He was about to reach over and grab it, but was beaten to the punch when he saw Emily grab it before him, seeing her inspect the disc. She was about to ask what it was for, but stopped when she noticed something when looking up to the visor of the helmet.

“Hey, there's a little slot here, right on your neck.” she stated, reaching up a bit.

Ashton was about to question what she was doing before hearing the whir of a small machine, reaching up to it a bit. Hearing the whir again, he was about to look to Emily only to feel a stinging in and around his neck, clamping the area of his helmet as well. He saw her jolt away from him out of surprise, withholding the urge to cry out since the inside of his neck felt like it was on fire. His fingers clenched tightly at the spot, balling his right hand into a fist to withstand the pain of it, soon feeling it fading after almost a minute, slowly letting his hands unfurl and let go of his neck.

“What was that about?” he heard Emily ask, looking over to her.

“I…!” he started, only to trail off when he realized that he was now able to speak, eyes widening in realization. “Wait, I can talk now…?!” he asked, though noticed that his voice was much deeper in tone than normal.

“Yeah. I guess that was a form of translator.” Emily replied, backing away from the giant of a brute, whom looked to the crowd.

“Well, got rid of the speech barrier.” he called out to them, straightening himself. “Now, if any of you people have questions, ask away.” he stated, looking to his left forearm, seeing that he had a little over fifty-seven minutes in this form, same hour-long duration as last, looking back to the crowd after.

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Ashton, SWAPPER device © me.
Big Daddy © 2k Games.

Still trying to continue this, though I feel that - like all other good-going stories - might go on indefinite hiatus seeing that I haven't made much, if not any, progress with the eighth chapter. -~-;;