I do not own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim to. But where's the rose gardens? Where's the January rain pouring down like tears? Where the endlessly detailed Chinese food dinners and romantic evenings spent kissing awkwardly while touching every inch of various undergarments? I have to admit, I do miss those somewhat. They were a whole lot funnier.
D'Void sobbed while sobbing in the Null Void next to his baby-Sue-thing's cutesy crib, where they lay TRAGICALLY DEAD inside.
"Expository dialogue explaining things that happened that weren't written instead of showing them," D'Void cried. "I am so alone."
He traveled to a cemetery. It was the Null Void's version of the Pet Cemetery. Which is actually spelled Pet Sematary. He went to the specially made headstone markers for his tragically dead Mary Sues. There were hundreds of them. Because he had hundreds of them. And they kept dying for unknown reasons. Mostly to edge along a dacryphilia fetish based orgasm on the author's part. Ain't nobody else gives a shit or wants to torture their eyes with that hot mess of incomprehensible fuck.
He pulled a shovel out of his pants pocket and began to dig yet another hole to be occupied. He sobbed. "I miss them all!"
He fell in the grave and got buried alive. The babies were now ghost-zombies who appeared and tortured him eternally with their hysterical shriek-sobbing, forever.
"Suddenly I don't miss them as much!"
The End