I do not own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim to. Help me...I want to stop, but I cannot. They keep coming. So many of them. A sense of righteous justice compels me.
"Daddums is going out for a while to murder the liberation forces who constantly appear to come try and overthrow me even though canonically they knew better and had to call in Ben 10 to save them all," D'Void cooed to his ugly monster-baby-thing that was most certainly not an author appeal insertion with little purpose other than to warp the canon and characters into total insanityballs shitfuck land while promoting various narrowly specific fetishes that only a specific author on this website has. "Don't wait up." He left.
The sobby-screamy baby thing began to screamy-sobby as per every other hundreds of stories the previous. And then it wailed some more. Hysterically. She always got special treatment. She was a stupid baby. And everyone knows stupid babies need the most attention.
The baby-thing puke-sobbed in growing anger. It left the safety of its super special cuddle crib and went downstairs. There, it met the liberation forces who had wandered in aimlessly for hours inside after wandering around aimlessly for hours outside. After scream-sobbing, it flew back upstairs. It went to its crib. The rebels chased after it.
"It's that ugly, constantly cry-shrieking Sue Null Guardian thing! Maybe it's weak and we can finally kill it," one of them declared
They cornered it in the corner. It scream-shrieked. D'Void came running.
"Hey, you salty bitches! Leave my baby-Sue alone!" he yelled. He slapped them all like the bitches they surely were, and made them cry. He grabbed his precious baby-thing, hugging it tightly to his muscular steroid ravaged body. "No one will hurt you, my baby-wabby," he cooed to it. "Unless the plot calls for it." It cooed back. Hang on, I have to swallow back some bile.
All was hilariously wrong in every possible way and served to provide no entertainment value whatsoever to anyone outside the original author. Even the other Suethors turned up their noses in disgust.
And that, my friends, makes a fantastic story. One so good, it's unworthy of plebeian eyes. At least that is what I keep telling myself. Over, and over.
It helps me sleep at night.
The End