I don't own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim. Like cold lard and feces.
One shining happy day in the Null Void, D'Void was obsessing over his precious little baby Mary Sue Null Guardians. Yet again.
They were off being mischievous and such well past their designated nappy time, so he followed them around. They grabbed him and began doing unspeakable things to him which are heavily implied to be cute and funny...but end up as so only to the person who wrote the original story. And hilariously disturbing to everyone else.
One slapped him in the face, the other pinned his arms down. The one grabbed his mouth and made flappy-doo lip motions with it.
And then...one pulled down his pants and revealed his BLUE BOXER SHORTS.
Confetti fell from the ceiling as loud horns and whistles blared.
'Whoa, wait, what?" D'Void awed.
"YOU SAID THE SECRET FETISH WORD!" screamed Paul Rubens in a voice cameo as a random alien guy who heavily alluded to Pee Wee Herman. "HEH HAH!"
Everyone in the audience screamed real loud. Mostly out of terror and discomfort, not fun, nor excitement. Some of them attempted to escape out the fire exit but it was barred shut.
"Heh hah, obvious underwear fetish," the guy giggled.
"What is the disturbing obsession with exposing and making explicit multiple reference to BLUE boxer shorts, one has to wonder," D'Void pondered loudly. "Argost wore them years prior. Now I'm wearing them. It's a suspiciously reoccurring and increasingly disturbingly trait."
The alien guy leaned over and whispered, "sissification humiliation fetish." D'Void's eyes widened. The alien guy shrugged. "Or maybe it was a creepy daddy issue, I don't know. HEH HAH! At least you're not getting the depressingly apparent rape-is-love trope and watersports like Argost did all those years ago. HEH HAH!"
D'Void sobbed. "I'm sure it's only a matter of time!"
Most likely, we all shudder and dread to think. Well, some of us. The ones who don't immediately pounce on that shit for heavy ammunition in our parody material.
The END!