I own no Ben 10 characters. Copious amounts of absurd, sugary baked doom!
D'Void woke up in his lavish bedroom, gasping. "I had a nightmare. It might have been brought on by all that chocolate cake I devoured earlier," he assumed. "I think those Plumbers' Helpers broke into my fabulous posh mansion slash citadel here in the Null Void and stole some of my brownies. What a bunch of bitches!"
He sat up in bed, only to realize that he was floating near the ceiling. He gasped. He looked down to see his own body lying there in the bed.
He was dead.
"Oh no, I'm dead! I'm a GHOST!"
He flew into the kitchen to find the miscellaneous rebels and the Plumbers' Helpers gathered there, surrounding the corpse of his baby-thing, eating all his cake.
"Yay, we killed it! And D'Void is dead, also! Yay! Hurrah!" they cheered.
"Mmm, I don't know how in the ever-loving fuck D'Void found so many ways to obtain prepackaged commercial baked goods in the Null Void, or ingredients to bake them himself, period, but they're so good," said Helen. She shoved more cake into her mouth. "Mmmm, delicious cake!"
"Well, shoot," D'Void said.
His shoulders slumped. Now he was forever stuck in limbo as a ghost, along with the spirit of his shrieking baby-thing. Again.
And he could no longer eat sweet treats because he was a Level 2 ghost. Level 2 ghosts cannot process non-ectoplasmic based foods.
With nothing else to do, he began to sob.
The End