I do not own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim to. They serve no other purpose than to fulfill my author appeal fetish for hysterical sobbing. Sometimes while wearing underwear. And dying tragically. Over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over...and over. And over. And...over. That's not creepy, right? Obsession? What obsession? Surely you jest. Feh, plebeians, all of you. You couldn't write to save your lives. I'm hoping you don't call my bluff, step up to that challenge, and thoroughly humiliated me into flouncing into a more obscure fandom where no one will notice my incredibly obvious pattern of deceit and hypocrisy. El oh el.
D'Void fell down the stairs of his citadel mansion one fine evening in the Null Void. Rebel forces had showed up to cause chaos and general disarray since Ben Tennyson hadn't shown up in over a year now. He showed a clear amount of out of character behavior during their approach.
"Oh noes, not the unnamed rebel forces again," he gasped. "They're going to beat up my precious Null Guardian pets and make me cry again. I'd better check on my Mary Sue babies!" Tears began streaming down his cheeks as he thought of something horrible happening to his precious, irritating Sues.
He ran into his bedroom slash inner chamber to check on his baby crib holding his babies crib BABIES napping kawailly in their little stupid CRIB hand carved wooden FUCK SHIT. This is getting significantly harder and harder to write without periods of face palming frustration.
"My little BABIES who are NULL GUARDIAN BABIES who exist somehow because Null Guardians are obviously heterosexual and capable of natural reproduction and their BABIES act exactly like human babies. Those are the only things I know. And boy, do I LOVE BABIES! Curse my raging ovaries!" D'Void yelled exuberantly. He gestured wildly. "These BABIES spawned from my original Mary Sue, ah, I mean, my Original Character special baby Null Guardian who first existed to do nothing, save for pull nonexistent reader sympathy by inducing comically exaggerated hysterical sobbing and out of character behavior in order to position me as some sort of not that bad of a bad guy. Exposition!" he yelled while smiling crazily. "Funny enough, these two freaks don't do anything differently, nor do they serve any purpose in the story other than be intensely FUCKING ANNOYING. I mean, intensely fucking adorable!" His left eye twitched.
The rebels appeared. Like clockwork.
"I'm not going to jail," D'Void asserted. He picked up a knife. He turned on his CD player, stuck in the Linkin Park CD, and began to sob hysterically. "I won't be anally ravaged any more than I already have been in the past! It's not funny, you sickos!"
The baby Null Guardian things woke up and began their perpetual sobbing hysterics.
"OH JESUS," everyone in the room screamed. They held their ears. Some passed out. Several heads burst and began to spew forth copious streams of various colored blood. "MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!"
"It won't ever stop!" D'Void cried out before submitting to hysterical laughter with intermittent sobbing. "NEVER EVER EVER NEVERRRRR!"
And it never would.
THE END?
No.