Ben 10 belongs to its respectful owners, not me. Like rabbits, they multiply. Hideous, useless, annoying rabbits. Eternally spawning more of themselves.
D'Void worriedly paced inside the veterinary infirmary. Yes, there was a pet hospital in the Null Void. Don't ask how. Just close your eyes...and believe.
"My GOD," he said while biting what little remained of his nails, "these things won't stop BREEDING!"
He attempted to shut out the horrid shrieking screams of his loathsome Null Guardian Mary Sue, er, original character. Who is not in any way a story demolishing, canon warping, OOC fueling, overall useless, contributing to plot nothing whatsoever type of creation made solely for egocentric and fetish based wish fulfillment purposes. But such was a futile attempt. His ears began to bleed. Quite profusely, in fact. They gushed so hard, he had to stick his fingers in his ears to cease the outpouring streams.
"I can't take this torment much longer. Ironically, I am beginning to regret inducing such suffering within the Null Void, for now I see how awful it is!"
Just then, there came the squelching sound of a fat lump of fleshy substance against a linoleum floor.
"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?" screamed the horrified vet. Seconds before another ominous sound of flesh ripping and being swallowed joined in, along with further screaming.
Gingerly, D'Void peeked into the room to find the walls decorated with various organs and vast bloodshed. The vet was nowhere to be found. Unless you counted part of his wrist and hand lying on the floor. It was quickly snatched up by a long black tongue and pulled into the gaping, tooth-filled maw of what looked like a Null Guardian, if it had been crossed with that animatronic baby from Twilight that was cut from the actual film.
"Ew," D'Void cringed. "I shall dub you, Renesmee III."
The eager Renesmee III turned, revealing another face attached to what looked to be its buttocks, even more grotesque than what passed for the front area's face.
"Oh, lord. And I shall call you...Eraserhead," D'Void muttered. He promptly turned his head and vomited.
Eraserhead and Renesmee III shrieked in glorious unholy abominable delight as they jumped from the examination table to the belly of their waiting mother and began to suckle from the many teats that lined the creature's massive undercarriage.
"We're going to be a happy family," D'Void sobbed while falling to his knees.
The...End?
No, never. The torture will never end.