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D'Void was in an unspecified citadel one glorious day in the Null Void with his dozen or so hideous Mary Sue baby Null Guardians that followed him every step he took, screeching and sobbing and whining and drooling.
"Why can't these things leave me alone? Oh, right. It's fanfiction," he muttered. He then sucked up his pride, erased all traces of his dignity and repose, and once again became a sobbing uke manchild who obsesses over a truckload of terrible plot-goring, reality warping, canon mutilating Mary Sues as much as most fanfiction authors around here suspiciously do. But these Sues were so much better because they weren't pretty little human girls! That makes them BETTER. It does, really. "Oh, my precious babbys! Why don't you play with the cuddle toys I manifested out of my butt for you to act so terribly kawaii and human-like with? Daddy has to prepare for the inevitable sudden appearance of either a bunch of nameless rebels. Or those two Helpers, Manuel and Helena." He had almost forgotten about Ben Tennyson, his once self-proclaimed mortal enemy who never showed up anymore to thwart his plans for world domination.
Coincidentally, in order to move what little and repetitive plot the story has, for the umpteenth time...Many and Helen, along with a few nameless rebels appeared. Wouldn't you know.
"See? It's like clockwork," D'Void groaned while slapping his face. "And I don't mean the alien. I mean the constant predictable plot scenarios, mindless repetition, reused scenes, lines of dialogue, and the like. Writing is hard, but damned if I'm not the best person who ever did it, right? Quantity versus quality."
Null Guardians flew down and attacked them all like they usually did.
"FUN TIMES IN THE NULL VOID!" D'Void cheered while giggling, kicking his feet out, and holding his precious squealing monster baby Mary Sues. "This has been yet another relatively pointless, shallowly plotted, out of character, Mary Sue worship story. One out of another seven hundred to come exactly like it with little to no changes! Stay tuned."
That's code word for RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES.
The END