I don't own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim. It's the new year and I thought I had somehow become inexplicably popular. Well, off to a disappointing start! I've added some SaTURDays nonsense into my schedule, anyhoo. Next time, perhaps, a simple "Hey, Pants, can you make a parody of this festering tripe of a story" message might be better than 400 reviews containing 6 year old yaoi weeaboo fetish based awfulness that I had attempted to repress from my mind until now. Now my author's notes are nearly longer than the fic itself.
D'Void watched his precious pets eating the faces off the two Plumbers' Helpers. "Yay!" he cheered.
He then witness his Mary Sue babies getting killed by Manny until they died. D'Void burst into hysterical sobbing. He had another funeral, then went by the grave site in the cemetery. Again, just like in the last story. He sobbed again, just like in the last few hundred stories.
Only this time, zombies attacked!
See, the story is entirely different now. That makes it completely unique and worthy of posting as an entirely separate fic.
Maybe I'll write ten more versions of the same thing with slightly different changes. Maybe I'll spam the section with them instead of confining them to a multichapter bundle. Then I'll put catty author's notes in my fics passive-aggressively calling out anyone who dares give me the slightest bit of flack for it.
Etiquette? Courtesy? The fuck is that?
I am and continue to be the greatest write this fandom has ever known. Stay jealous of my talents, plebes.
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