Ben 10 belongs to its respectful owners, not me. Pay attention to my Mary Sue or I shall be forced to constantly remind you of her horrid, ever present existence with thousands of repetitive glorification stories.
Our beefy man of a man, D'Void, formerly known as Doctor Animo, huggled with his favorite totally NOT a Mary Sue original character (do not steal) baby Null Guardian, Screechy-Weechy Bay-Bay. He jiggled a set of keys in her snarling face. She made an adorable kissy face. Even though she did not appear to be able to fashion her monstrously wide lips into anything but a gaping snarl. But it's so cute. Logic cannot withstand the allure of pointless out of character cuteness. So kawaiiiiiiii...!
Uuurrgh. Sorry, I threw up in my mouth a little.
"Aww, you're so cuddly and cute and I love you so much, my precious little special baby girl!" D'Void cooed sickeningly before bursting into feverish baby-talk gibberish.
Suddenly the rebels and the Plumbers' Helpers appeared beyond the rigid security of his citadel.
"Oh no! The annoying canon bits are back to try and revert the plot to something sensible! Curse you, plot convenience teleportation!" D'Void cried. He burst into sobs. He clutched his precious baby girl while running away very effeminately. "My baby! I won't let them take my baby!"
The baby-thing began to do what it was designed to do, best. It unleashed a torrent of ear-shattering sobbing-screaming noises.
"Hush, hush, my baby! My precious little baby. I won't let anything happen to you," D'Void assured.
The baby opened its mouth impossibly wide and devoured his head.
"It's hard to stay alive when you're biting my head, my precious widdle princess. You do realize that?" D'Void spoke through the stinking, pitch black, saliva-coated orifice.
He stumbled around blindly while somehow avoiding the rebel's gunfire. He fell into a crevice. "Aaaah!" He landed on his ass bone. It hurt a lot. But he was alive. Sort of. He pried his dear beloved daughter-monster from his head before she was able to digest any of his finely chiseled, exceptionally handsome flesh.
"Everything will be okay now, baby," D'Void said happily. Tears streamed from his eyes like a waterfall. "I'll never let anyone hurt you!"
Baby-thing suddenly gagged, hacked up a bunch of vomit, and died.
"Oh no! Not again," D'Void burst into hysterical sobbing. "WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING?"
He sobbed for hours. Hours and hours. Hours and hours, and hours. Sobbing.
But then, eventually, he slowly lifted his head when a bit of lucidity arose.
'Wait, why am I crying hysterically over this irritating beast's death? I should be celebrating."
He wanted to desperately. He raised his arms for a moment before lowing them. His lips returned to a firm frown. The thing would never truly be gone, he realized. It would simply respawn in a new horrific tale. Over and over. And over and over and over. And over. FOREVER!
"I'm...never going to get away from this thing, am I?" D'Void questioned to no one in particular.
The answer was, of course, a big fat NOPE. Because it was a Mary Sue, the most tenacious and inescapable of all beings known to the universe. And it was attached to him for some sick reason. Meaning no hope for freedom unless the author who created it got bored and moved on to a new victim one day.
D'Void shuddered. He sat down. He went back to sobbing.
The End?
I highly doubt it.