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D'Void wandered aimlessly for hours until he reached his bed and did further beige prose actions. Writing is hard. He saw his original baby-turned-mother Sue and her annoying Sue baby spawn upon it.
"Aw, my precious BABIES and their mommy," he cooed. "It's cute, right? I adore these piles of stinking, slobbering living feces for some reason."
Then, for the umpteenth time...dramatic beat...rebels suddenly appeared!
"We're going to kill you a lot, or whatever, D'Void!" one of them yelled.
"Ben Tennyson isn't showing up which means we have to take matters into our own hands," another one explained. "Even though we shouldn't be able to defeat you while that inter-dimensional bore is active because it took Big Chill to freeze it, thus rendering you powerless. Not to mention the inexplicable way we somehow keep getting past your security without dying instantly."
"Now I shall punch you in the face and it will hurt badly even though, canonically, you are impervious to all attacks directly within or around the citadel until the drill-furnace stopped. And after all that, it was the awesome Wrench who knocked you out in two punches, not some lame throwaway background character!" He kicked D'Void in the balls.
"Aaaah! I thought you said you were gonna punch me in the face!" D'Void gasped while cupping the injured delicate bits and being reminded he still had them.
He woke up as a ghost-zombie later on and looked around.
"Wait, so I'm dead? And I'm a ghost? Am I trapped in Limbo?" he questioned.
He saw his precious Mary Sues being carted away to the ultra maximum security Mary Sue jail. They all sobbed hysterically in a sound proof containment unit with a dozen or so unbreakable locks on it.
"Oh no! My Sues! I'm not with them anymore!" He thought about it for a long moment, then shrugged. "This might actually be a better fate."
The End