At Least It Wasn't A Knotting Fic
By: I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
If you have no idea what that is, congratulate yourself.
I don't own any Ben 10 characters, nor do I claim. I'm deeply thankful this person doesn't ship Max and Animo or anyone else so I didn't have to wade through twenty thousand insidious yaoi kawaii rape insanity fics like with The Secret Saturdays. If you have no idea what I'm going on about, congratulate yourself again. It was a rough bunch of years for some of us.
"There's been sudden random werewolf attacks in Bellwood," Gwen informed to the nonexistent audience.
Ben sighed. "Who cares?"
Gwen slapped him on the shoulder. He flinched.
"Oh, right." He pulled out his script and read his line. "Uh...Doctor Animo probably mutated some wolves or something. Ugh. How many times does he have to be pushed into stupid uninteresting stories? It makes me sound like I have a creepy obsession with him every time I'm forced to spew the original author's nutty dialogue. I DON'T CARE ABOUT DOCTOR ANIMO OR WHAT HE'S DOING UNLESS IT CONCERNS THE FATE OF THE WORLD, YA KNOW? HE'S NOT MY GREATEST ENEMY. VILGAX IS. WHO I CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE, OP FORGETS EXISTS. GREATEST BEN 10 FAN, MY ASS!" Ben crumpled the script into a ball and threw it as far as possible. "I'm so tired of this bullshit!"
"Aren't we all," said Gwen.
Just then, a plot baiting yelp.
Everyone piled out of the Rustbucket...wait, they were in a house? They don't all live together. Out in the woods somewhere. How can you possibly claim to be the greatest Ben 10 fan alive and do this? How. They ran out of the Rustbucket and saw Doctor Animo conveniently walking out from the nearby woods, limping.
"Did a werewolf bite you?" Grandpa Max asked.
"No," said Doctor Animo while wincing. "But they did introduce me to the A/B/Overse."
Everyone cringed.
The End
