I don't own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim. OooooOoOOH, Mary Sue GHOOooosTs! Spooky, spiritual! What's not to love? Everything.
D'Void stared at his empty Mary Sue's baby crib that he had specially built to hold Null Guardian babies whom he devoted all his attention to every waking moment of the day despite them clearly not being Mary Sues. Mary Sues are the shit on the stick of fandom. They suck. Everyone else but me has a Mary Sue. Mine is a very special and different Original Character. And not at all classifiable as a Sue. Even though it is.
Expository narration came about to explain the tragic backstory of why baby ded and why D'Void sad. As always. And there once again ensued much telling versus showing. Writing is hard. Why the ever-loving fuck do we continue to do it, is the constantly asked question on everyone's lips. Oh, yes, attention.
D'Void sobbed. Yes, how can we possibly forget that? It happens every two to four seconds.
He threw himself on the bed. He heard a weird noise. It sounded like that traditional ear assaulting scream-sobbing. He gasped and sat up.
"Oh shit, GHOSTS!" he yelled upon noticing the forms of a dozen ghostly baby Null Guardians floating about the room. Because...that happens.
They began hurling items down upon his head like the evil little poltergeists they were. Then they came and began to suck on his head.
D'Void placed his finger to his lips and began flubbahdubbing them. That's when you strum your lips and make that crazy noise to indicate that you have gone crazy. I don't know if there's an official name for it. I am too lazy to look at the moment. I call it "flubbahdubbing." Or "blubbahdubbing."
Who gives a fuck. No one, that's who.
Now stop reading this soulless dreck and go do something constructive! There is no hope left for me.
The End