Nothing I Write About These Characters Makes Sense
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
Pushing out fics with canon characters who are completely In Name Only in an attempt to make myself look like I know what I'm doing when it only proves the opposite.

I don't own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim.

"Why are we wandering aimlessly in Bellwood," Frightwig, the tits and ass of the Circus Freak Trio asked one sunny day.

"I'm going to see my mommy," Acid Breath told her.

"She lives in Bellwood?" Thumbskull asked dully.

"She does now," Acid Breath said. "She lives wherever convenient location the original author puts down because they don't know or care anything about the franchise. And also can't be bothered to put forth some creativity through brain power to come up with something remotely interesting. Too much trouble. Writing is hard."

"Then why do it on a daily basis?" Frightwig questioned.

"Fuck if anyone can figure out," said Acid Breath.

Thumbskull shrugged. "Whatever. Works for me, long as don't gotta walk all over hell for hours. I don't like using my brain either. Less so in fanfiction."

"So I guess half this story will contain us walking and either talking or thinking about dumb stuff for no reason to pass the time between the plot, otherwise the story would end up barely three sentences long," Frightwig said.

"Eeyup," Acid Breath said.

Thumbskull shoved his finger into his left nostril, regretting how Omniverse took them away. "I wonder what Doctor Animo or Sublimino are doing."

Acid Breath turned around and glared at him. "Who gives a fuck?"

"The original author, obviously," Thumbskull grunted. "They have a sadistic obsession going."

"Odds are they're probably in a shittier fic than this one," Frightwig said to Thumbskull. "So I guess that's good that the author doesn't have a twisted obsession with us." She glanced around nervously. "Yet?"

The sky did not open up and pour out a million weird generic clown baby Mary Sues who cry all the time and serve no other purpose than to be incredibly annoying and cause hysterical OOCness, destruction, and death for the sake of none too subtle desperation shipping.

"Okay," Acid Breath said as he checked his watch. "We're here now." He walked through the gate of the circus and went to the sideshow freak exhibit. "Three tickets, please."

"Wait...we walked all the way back to our own circus from that other fic?" Thumbskull questioned. "What was the point of this story?"

"Don't question it," Frightwig sighed. She patted him on the shoulder. "There isn't one."

The End