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Helen and Manny ran into D'Void's mansion slash citadel in the Null Void. Like they do in every other story like this.

"Where the fuck is Ben 10?" Helen cried. "It's like he's not a part of the OP's regular viewing cast, or something!"

Manny tripped on a stuffed baby toy rattle. He fell up the stairs.

Helen did a double take. "Wait, how does that even work?"

Gravity works weird in this dimension," D'Void responded to her confused query. "Like just about everything else."

She ran past him up the stairs, staying close to proper characterization until her female ovaries drew her close to some PRECIOUS BABBYS! She looked into their crib. She began to get all motherly and gushy. They were doing inexplicable normal human baby things despite having the brains of mentally challenged pack mules. Such as holding their rattles and stuffed toys and shaking them about, like it was supposed to be cute and not utterly ridiculous.

"Aw, they're so CUTE!" she shrieked in delight. She developed a brief moment of lucidity and realized she was staring at two fugly-dugly, shrieking, drooling, leathery skinned, shit stinking, snarling, snapping Null Guardians. Null Guardians are most certainly not anything remotely in the range of cuteness, nor intelligence, her mind quickly reasoned. She gasped and placed a hand to her chest. "Wait, the fuck am I saying?"

Manny burst into D'Void's bedside. He fell in the bed. It was surprisingly plush. He wiggled his butt into the mattress. "Damn, this is comfortable."

D'Void came in through the window. "Surprise, bitch!" He punched Manny in the face.

Manny toppled backwards, then fell all the way back down the stairs.

The baby Sues had devoured Helen's face while she was struggling to regain her sanity.

"Today is a good day," D'Void announced. He stripped down to his underwear. He began to dance around. He had a pan of brownies under each arm. "I am the KING of CONFECTIONERIES!" he declared before falling down and passing out in a pool of his own Mary Sue babies' collective ample filth that had quickly occupied the room's floor space.

Yeah, whatever.

The End