Ben 10 characters are the property of MoA. Ignoring constructive criticism makes me a great artist. Now leave me to brood with heavy dignity over my incomprehensible magnificence.
"I must destroy Ben Tennyson. Then Vilgax will make sweet tentacle love to my butt," groaned Psyphon.
He happened to be in the most foul of moods while he stroked at his unfortunately giant dildo-spired alien head bone. Or head-boner, shall we say. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.
His deep, unyielding lust for Vilgax had not been reciprocated in well over three years and counting. Instead of getting the point into his partially cybernetic skull that perhaps it was because Vilgax could afford love to no living thing in the universe, or perhaps because Vilgax simply did not understand this concept, such as mercy or not being a total prick 24/7, that the boundless love he felt for his dear master would never be fulfilled..like, ever...he decided to instead bestow the gift of hunting down his most hated enemy to his lord. Much deliberately degrading, biologically impossible, overall bland and unimaginative yaoi fangirl style poorly conceived buttsex would surely follow. The anticipation of it made him shiver with twisted delight.
"But first, I will act like even more of a complete idiot than Omniverse made me," Psyphon cried. He rose from his seat, only to smash his cranial unit on a shelf above his bed, knocking down all of his heavy and useless collectibles that he purchases weekly to feed his internet shopping addition. "Owies!" He began to sob hysterically because...uh. It's cute? And completely fitting for his character. Yes, let us go with that.
Because I do not wish to waste time establishing a coherent plot, nor any such descriptive scenes to further draw in an audience to something that could possibly be an interesting read, we go now, in media res, to a random spot of Bellwood. Psyphon teleported there and began to wander aimlessly, as typical fashion.
"Okay, now to find Ben Tennyson," Psyphon said. He looked around, having no idea where exactly he was. "This might take a while."
And just then, suddenly, conveniently, Ben and his cousin appeared, strolling down the street at random. Like magic! Perhaps bad writing, but who's to say.
"And we're walking, and we're walking," Ben sang out, pumping his spindly, not-quite-anime-but-very-close-in-artistic-style arms and legs wildly to the imagined beat.
They approached a house. They opened the door and went in. The door closed behind the pair, mere seconds before Psyphon sprang from the bushes.
"Perfect! I'll knock on the door. When Ben Tennyson opens it, I'll blast him full on in the face with my wrist blasty thingy! Heh heh!" Psyphon giggled gleefully. "Then he'll be dead and gone. Vilgax will be so happy, he's sure to suck on my absurd head-dildo-bone-crest thing." Psyphon crammed his opposite fist into his mouth to suppress a girlish squeal of delight. He waited twenty seconds before kicking open the door and shouting, "Die, Tennyson!"
Ben and Gwen were there, fucking on the couch.
"Oh, wow," Psyphon said, his left eye eye twitching, completely stunned and possibly scarred for the remainder of his artificial life. He quickly averted his eyes."Um, maybe I should come back later? When you two are...finished making baby Jesus cry." His bottom lip quivered.
Ben slapped him in the face with his alien dick before he could manage a new plan of battle.
"Back to jail you go, Psyphon," Diamondhead told the now unconscious villain.
Love hurts.
The End
