I claim no ownership of anything belonging to the Ben 10 franchise.
We join our villainous protagonist, D'Void, in yet another comically tragic occurrence within the Null Void. His freakish baby-daughter-thing was on its death bed for what appeared to be the 60th or so time, but who's counting. The thing was making an infernal ruckus, as usual. It was enough to wake the dead and cause them to plead desperately for the torment to stop. It never would. Welcome to hell!
"Now, now, Daddy is here for you, my blubbering mass of twisted, shrieking, drooling, eyeless flesh. I don't know how or why anyone would consider you to be fodder for stereotypical Japanese weeaboo based cuteness. But then again, I do not understand most anything in its current state," D'Void said solemnly. "Neither the bizarre tone taken by the show itself, nor the stories like these which spawn from it."
The creature projectile vomited into his handsome face. He wiped it off with a drawn out sigh.
"Blurble blurble, Da-da ba-ba!" cried the horrible illogical thing. It then exploded in D'Void's face.
"What the fuck?" D'Void wiped the hot, stinking remnants off his still very handsome visage before shrugging. "Well, at least that's over."
A replacement freakish baby-monster-thing flew down and shrieked at him, landing in his lap. It projectile vomited in his face.
D'Void sank to his knees. He burst into heavy sobbing. "Why does this keep happening to me?" He waved his fists into the air. "WHY?"
No one could tell for sure. And odds are very few would care.
(The End?)