I don't own anything from Ben 10, nor do I claim. Boys are dumb. Throw energy inversion based displacement spells at them.
Charmcaster rested on her pink bed while kicking her bunny slipper clad feet up and down. She was in the midst of placing several invitations into their respective envelopes before magically dispersing them to their recipients. She giggled joyfully after applying several handfuls of glitter onto a freshly glued envelope.
"This is going to be the rockin'-est slumber party in the history of, like, forever!" she declared with the utmost confidence.
A knock sounded at the bedroom door. Charmcaster gasped and used a spell of invisibility to hide all the invitations.
"Yes, come in?" she called. Seconds later the door opened, revealing her uncle Hex.
"Oh Charmcaster," Hex began cheerfully, "I'm going to be out late today and I might not even make it back until tomorrow. I trust you will be responsible and NOT throw any wild parties in my absence?" He glared at her knowingly.
Charmcaster sighed with exasperation. "No, uncle. I won't," she said while rolling her eyes.
"Make certain you don't." Hex wagged a finger at her. "I don't want any of your miscreant friends damaging my expansive and ancient mystic items. Now take care! There's leftovers in the fridge." He shut the door.
"My uncle is such a buzzkill," Charmcaster said. She waited until Hex left the area completely before cancelling the invisibility spell and resuming her task. "But no one is going to wreck my plans for this awesome party!"
She snapped her fingers once all the invitations were finished, teleporting them to their individual recipients.
(One hour later)
The guests arrived in unison at the home of Hex and Charmcaster. Charmcaster greeted them with a smile.
"S'up, girlfriend," said the female Circus Freak, Frightwig, while making a sassy pose. She had very goth looking black and red pajamas with matching striped knee socks.
Rojo was next to her, wearing cute red and pink lacy pajamas instead of her traditional biker gear or alien armor suit. She held a pink and white My Little Unicorn sleeping bag under her arm. "This party better not suck."
Attea, Teen Supreme, stood next to the others, looking rather bored. "I had nothing better to do. That's why I'm even here." She was wearing purple pajamas. She had a bunch of CDs. "Hope your taste in music is as good as mine." She walked inside.
EightEight, the female Sotoraggian bounty hunter, ascended the front stoop. She spoke in her typical dialect. She wore purple and black pajamas, but had the same face mask on. She brought with her a huge bag of tortilla chips and a jar of salsa.
"Glad you could make it, girl," Charmcaster said before high fiving her. EightEight went in and joined the others.
Catgirl weeaboo extraordinaire, Nyancy Chan, arrived with several cats trailing behind her. "Come on, guys, I told you, this is girl's night! You'll have to stay outside." She attempted to shoo them away. Her pajamas were white and lavender with pink fur trim. They had kawaii Japanese neko faces all over them. :3 Like that. Her pillow was shaped like a Doraemon. Her sleeping bag was adorned with cute anime cats as well. "I brought Pocky and all of Hetalia on DVD!" She squealed and ran inside.
"Charmcaster shook her head. "What a weeb. Wait, why did I invite her again?" she wondered aloud. She shrugged, unable to think of a decent answer.
A huge form filled the doorway. Charmcaster looked up to see Suemungousaur. "Hey," said Suemungousaur. She somehow managed to cram herself through the door without doing major damage to the framework.
"The show doesn't have the widest selection of female villains to use," Charmcaster realized.
Her guest list was complete. No one had RSVP'd. Charmcaster closed the door.
"Dude, you didn't invite any sausage to this clambake? I thought you said this was going to be the greatest party ever. Are you kidding me? It's a total snorefest!" Attea complained.
"Hey, who needs males? They're a bunch of good for nothing sperm banks," said Rojo.
"Says the dick-hating lesbian," Attea said while rolling her eyes upward.
"Yeah, I do? So what?" Rojo shook her fist.
"Hetalia is chock full of hot bishi boys," said Nyancy Chan, despite the fact that no one was paying attention to her or cared what she had to say even when they were. "That's why it's my favorite."
"Figures the only dudes you'd be into would be fictional," said Attea, snickering.
EightEight said something which caused Rojo to exclaim, "Ooooh, sick burn!" They high-fived each other.
"Wait, what did she say?" Nyancy Chan asked.
"Nothing your cross-wired little Aspie brain would be able to comprehend, trust me," said Attea.
"Girls, girls...and Suemungousaur," Charmcaster said as she came between them all and broke up a potential fight. "Chill out. There's no boys because one, I wanted this to be a special girls-only get together. And two, if I did invite the guys, they'd probably be the ones who'd get out of control, make a mess, and break something. Then my uncle Hex would find out I'm having a party when he told me not to."
"If you need a man to validate everything you do in your existence, that's your problem," said Rojo.
Attea trembled with rage. "I do NOT need a man to validate my existence! I just get bored being around a buncha tits, okay? We're not all rugmunchers like you, ya know."
"Okay, how about we look through Celeb's 100 Hottest Men issue and decide which ones we think are the hottest?" Frightwig suggested while pulling out Charmcaster's collection from under the bed.
Attea licked her tongue at the side of her mouth deviously. "Why not the Playgirls instead? Those would be under there, right? I wanna see some giant unshaved dongs that aren't puke green for a change."
Charmcaster scowled at her. "Hey, I have more self-respect than that."
EightEight said something. Everyone else shrugged and began to look through the magazines. Soon they were cooing over the many conventionally attractive hot white dudes. Except for Rojo who was looking pissy and left out.
(30 minutes later)
The ladies were busy giving each other makeovers when the doorbell rang.
"Pizza guy!" Nyancy Chan yelled. Her face looked like a Geisha. It wasn't because she tried to have that particular look done to her, but merely because EightEight did not fully comprehend how to apply makeup correctly to a human female. "Pizza, pizza!" she chanted while wiggling her arms in an obviously autistic manner.
"I'll get it," Charmcaster said.
She got up and exited the room. Attea followed her down the hall, eventually pushing her aside.
"I wanna see if he's hot!" she declared.
"Me too," Frightwig said, appearing behind them both.
"Uuugh, fine! We'll all go," Charmcaster said.
They arrived at the door. Charmcaster opened it. All three of the ladies gasped.
"That's not a pizza guy!" Attea yelled upon viewing the ominous figures outside the door. "This is not what I wanted! NO FUGLIES!"
Doctor Animo, Sublimino, Clancy, Acid Breath, Thumbskull, Fistrick, and Albedo appeared on the front stoop of Charmcaster and Hex's home.
"What are you all doing here? How did you find out about my party?" Charmcaster demanded.
Frightwig pointed at her villainous compatriots. "You guys spread the news, didn't you?"
"Of course. We weren't going to sit around with our thumbs up our asses while you went to an awesome party," Acid Breath said. "But we figured it wasn't going to be that awesome with a bunch of girly gunk as the focus, so we brought along some bros to rock things up a few levels."
Fistrick stuck his hand in the air and started headbanging. "BROOOOOOOS!"
"This would be cool if any of you guys were hot, but you're ALL UGLY!" Attea snarled.
"Look who's talking, frog face," said Clancy.
"Shove it, Freakazoid!" Attea countered.
"Come on, Charmy, let us in. You know you can liven up this joint with a little testosterone," Fistrick said, leaning against the door frame.
"No way! You're not on the guest list. This was supposed to be a GIRL ONLY event. You'd probably just wreck the place with your stupid testosterone anyway," she said.
"Misandry!" Sublimino shouted. "Way to be sexist brats. You think you're better than us?"
"So what if we're not invited. Let's crash this party. It's not like we listen to rules or respect boundaries anyway. We're villainous assholes!" Doctor Animo said. He rode in on a giant mutated iguana.
"YEAH!" the other guys yelled. The barged their way in as the girls scattered.
Albedo shrugged and followed them in. "I'm too smart to associate with this rabble or participate in their ignorant shenanigans, but I'll stay to watch the mayhem unfold anyway. Because I enjoy destruction and stupid people amuse me."
"HEY!" Charmcaster yelled at the invading men as they started to fuck everything up.
"Where's the food?" Thumbskull grunted. He saw a table full of snacks and began to obliterate it, leaving a huge mess everywhere.
Rojo adopted an expression of anger and disgust. "Whoa, what the fuck? Why did this turn into a DICKFEST '95 all of a sudden?"
"Boys! Ew, ugly boys," Nyancy Chan whined. "Well, the one guy has sexy white bishonen hair...I suppose he's acceptable. All I have to do is imagine him really, really bishi and cute!" She closed her eyes and began to feverishly invent a flowery romanticized version of Doctor Animo to appease her obnoxious weeaboo palate.
"I swear, I can't do anything without you assholes fucking it up," Frightwig groaned.
Fistrick flexed his muscles. "Look at all this pink fluffy girly shit everywhere! How weak and feminine! I can feel my testosterone levels dropping every second I'm forced to look at this ritualized submission. It's makin' my balls shrivel! Let's put on wrestling, BROS!" He grabbed the remote and switched the TV to the appropriate channel. "Or even better, there's a gory horror slasher filled with mindless violence, graphic sex scenes, and gratuitous titty shots! SEX AND VIOLENCE, YEAH! BRO!"
"I love gratuitous titty shots," Sublimino said, grinning like a peverted middle-aged midget. He jumped on the bed like a small annoying purse dog and got comfortable.
"Hey, me too," Rojo said. "I might as well have something to enjoy now that this party has gone to shit." She sat on the floor in front of the bed and waited for hot naked titty action scenes that overall contributed nothing to the plot of the movie.
Clancy released a bunch of bugs onto the carpet in front of Suemungosaur.
"Ew, ew, gross, bugs!" Suemungousaur cried out. She screamed and stood on a chair which immediately broke beneath her massive weight.
Clancy laughed. "They're just a great part of nature, baby. Wanna see something else that's a great part of nature?"
"Animo, get your giant lizard out of my personal bathroom!" Charmcaster ordered upon observing the man's unsupervised mutant in the room. The iguana was drinking out of the toilet while Doctor Animo rummaged around her bedroom closet. "And GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CLOSET!"
Doctor Animo pulled out a collection of personal massagers and looked them over. "Hey, could I borrow a few of these? Argost and I haven't been seeing each other for a while. You know, scientific discrepancies."
"Give me that!" Charmcaster grabbed her devices while blushing fiercely. She stuffed them back in the bottom of the closet. "No, you can't!"
"Oooh, so taboo, such yaoi!" Nyancy Chan squealed to herself. She began to imagine dirty interspecies fanfiction ideas between the mad scientist and the sadistic yeti. "Somebody, give me a pen and paper, quick! I didn't bring my laptop!"
Attea threw some paper and pencil at her in an attempt to shut her up for a while.
"Pipe down! We're trying to watch this," Sublimino yelled. Really, he was talking in his normal voice, but he always sounds like he's yelling.
Acid Breath laughed at a murder scene in the movie until drool came out of his mouth and burned the carpet. "Oopsie," he said. He didn't mean it.
Thumbskull had devoured all the snacks. "Where's the beverages?" He went off to look for them when no one responded to his query.
EightEight said something that roughly translated to wondering why her two idiot brothers didn't show up to crash the party. Then she wittily recalled warning them that she'd kill them and they wouldn't even see it coming. At least her brothers respected her terrifying power.
"Oh, man, uncle Hex is gonna kill me! You stupid bastards!" Charmcaster waved her arms and shouted in fury. She casted a spell and threw it at Acid Breath. It missed him when he jumped out of the way and blew a hole in the wall instead. Charmcaster gasped. "Oh no!"
"Yeah, he probably is now," Acid Breath snorted. "You did some major property damage there, genius."
"No one's a better genius than I!" yelled Doctor Animo. "Not hocus-pocus girl, that's for sure." He waved his fingers at Charmcaster tauntingly.
"Of all the idiot men here...I...HATE YOU TWO GUYS...THE MOST!" Charmcaster screamed. She stomped her foot.
"Fight, fight, fight!" Attea and Rojo chanted. Fistrick joined in. Albedo did the same after a few minutes of debate. "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"
"Bring it on, girly! My mutant will destroy you in one hit!" Doctor Animo boasted.
"My magic will destroy you and your stupid overgrown lizard in one hit!" Charmcaster declared.
"No," came a voice from behind them, "I'M going to destroy you and everyone else here, CHARMCASTER!"
Charmcaster gasped. A look of fearful surprise overcame her face. "Oh no! Uncle Hex! Y-you're home early?!"
"What was THIS doing in my kitchen, making a huge mess and leaving stains all over the place?" Hex growled. He held Thumbskull by the back of the neck. Thumbskull looked innocently sheepish and shrugged. His mouth as well as the front of his shirt was stained with various liquids. "And who are all these hoodlums in my domain! Causing damage to the property!" he roared upon viewing the damaged walls, burnt carpet, general disarray, various messes, stains, and other infuriating etcetera. "Well? Care to explain, Charmcaster?"
"Um," Charmcaster began while desperately thinking of an excuse. She failed at it. "This is a DREEEEAM! You are dreaming all this, none of it is REAAAAL!" was all she could come up with while waving her hands around.
"Lame!" Fistrick yelled through his hands. "Try again, this time with more effort."
Charmcaster bit her lip and chewed the tip of her finger nervously. She pointed at Doctor Animo. "It's all Doctor Animo's fault?"
Doctor Animo turned his head in her direction. He quickly shoved a personal massager into his shirt. "Is not!"
Everyone else had jumped out the window and fled for their various lives while Hex was yelling at Charmcaster.
"Well, since you're the only one left besides Charmcaster, I'll take my anger out on you both," Hex said menacingly before shooting them with a huge blast of red energy. "EXPLODICA OREODIUM!"
"Aaaaaaaah!" Doctor Animo yelled while flying through the air. He hit the wall and slid down it. He groaned before falling unconscious. The personal massager slipped out of his shirt and fell on the floor. He did not shit his pants.
Charmcaster made an energy barrier spell in the nick of time which reflected her uncle's attack. "Uncle Hex, you're so MEAN! You never let me have any fun. It's not my fault the place got wrecked, I swear! I only invited my friends. The boys crashed the party and THEY wrecked everything!"
"Too bad. Now you can make everything up by losing your allowance for 20 weeks. And also you are grounded, young lady!" Hex scolded her.
Just when they thought things couldn't get any worse, Hex went to his bedroom. He found Suemungousaur and Clancy having sex on his bed. He gasped, clasping a hand to his forehead.
"MY EGYPTIAN COTTON SHEETS!"
The End