I claim no ownership of anything belonging to the Ben 10 franchise. Some of the original stories are so...um...insert word that does not exist yet to properly describe what I am feeling when I read them...but they make me laugh so hard, I start to tear up a little.
D'Void came home from work one day and got drunk. He looked over at his baby Null Guardian daughter, Screamy-Sobby Boo-Boo, whom he had left with the babysitter. But she had gone and killed them once again, leaving bloody stains all over the house. He sighed and retired to his favorite armchair. There, he opened up a photo album. It contained various scenes of a time long ago, before the new series made him into an even bigger joke than he had been previously. He sighed again and set to knocking back more liquor to ease the pain.
"Where did my life so so wrong?" he wondered aloud.
Perhaps it began when you wasted five years of your life entirely obsessing over and trying to claim a trophy you had not earned, said the voice in the back of his head.
"Shut up, occasional subconscious lucidity!" D'Void yelled to the obnoxious little voice that sometimes told him not all his ideas were good ones. Lies! He drank more booze to silence it.
Screamy-Sobby Boo-Boo jumped into his lap and began vomiting and shrieking and crying and shitting everywhere.
D'Void began to sob quietly to himself before Screamy-Sobby preceded to chew upon his head.
"What did I do to deserve such a fate?" He thought about it for a few moments. "Oh, right." He began sobbing hysterically.
The rebels and the Plumber's Helpers burst in and began firing various lasers. Some threw grenades which exploded everything in a violent and loudly destructive blast.
Sadly, it did not kill either D'Void, or his precious Screamy-Sobby. It spilled his drink which greatly infuriated him.
D'Void picked himself up from a prone position. "That was expensive booze, you annoying fucks!" he yelled, shaking his fist.
"We'll defeat you, D'Void, you're a jerk!" cried the various unnamed expendable rebels.
"No, only Ben Tennyson will defeat me, with the help of his stupid old fart of a Grandfather," D'Void corrected, having read the script for the episode months prior. "Who I am not at all secretly sexually attracted to, I swear." His eyes shifted slightly.
The rebels threw themselves onto him. He threw them back off with his mighty steroid-fueled strength. The Plumbers' Helpers came in next, but he easily beat the shit out of them and threw them into various walls and kitchen fixtures.
"I've been meaning to redecorate the place anyhow," he muttered. He was going to walk down the stairs to see if Tennyson was coming, but Screamy-Sobby got in the way, causing him to trip. He tumbled down 247 steps to his death. "Shit, why did I commission this GIANT STAIRCASE to be built here?" he groaned before dying.
He had finally achieved peace in death, so it wasn't all bad.
(The End)