The Sethening 2: The Sethstery

SirShiggyDiggy groaned as he grasped his marvelous pen and began drawing. Unbeknownst to any viewer, he had fully functional limbs, even though he was simply a puppet.
He grunted and moaned as he began roughly thrusting his pen across his tablet, diddling all over.

"It's a piece of cake to draw a pretty clop..."
He sighed in pleasure, grinding his mighty tool against all that is to be drawn.
"If the way is haaaaaaaazy!"
He once again raised his almost inanimate arm to make another strike on this masterpiece, this piece of art, this tremendous object of beauty...
"You gotta do the drawin' by the crop, you know you can't be faaaaggy!"
As he was laying one of the final lines, the most unexpected of unlikely events happened...
"NEVER USE A TRIXIE RECIPE."
Nobody expects the Sethinquisition.

A man dressed in autism with the look of pure spaghetti entered the room through an unknown portal. He had a necklace of Sonichu, engraved with ancient lessons of autism coined by the great Chris-Channos the Wise. Adorned upon his shirt was an image of his idol; the Great and Powerful Trixie, though most of this glorious imagery was obscured by his long, purple mage's robe. Although his autism was already powerful, he still had a cardboard-cutout and cheap Chinese sticker wizard's hat atop his curvy, unwashed head.
On later examination, it appears he had clumsily broken through the wall, which most likely took him some time. How in the hell did you not notice this is beyond your imagination.

Once he was one step ahead from the entrance, the Seth once again belched, spitting all over the place and covering Shiggy's artificial face with a mixture of saliva and pasta.
"THE OC WILL END UP SHITTY!"
Now obscured in absolute terror, Shiggy started backing up from his work, covering it as well as he could. He desperately tried to hide the evidence of his crime against autism and humanity as a whole, but all was naught.
"But... IF YOU'LL DO THE DRAWING BY THE CHAT, THEN YOU'LL GET A BUKKAKE!"
Shiggy responded, ignoring the looming size of autistic bolognese rolling up to him. The Seth was covering the room's floor with spaghetti as he snailed his way along, gurgling in immeasurable rage.

As the Seth approached, Shiggy thought of an idea, a revolutionary cognitation of pure genius; Fight fire with fire. Fight autism with Trixie.
"LEAVE THEM ALONE, SETHISTO! I AM WILLING TO GIVE UP MY HONOUR, MY DIGNITY IF YOU DO NOT PASS THIS LAYER!"
The Seth simply laughed and neared the scared puppet.
The puppet did not agree, however.
"SETHISTO, YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
Face to face, Seth and Shiggy stared into eachother's eyes, the stare of cloth colliding with the stare of neverending faggotry.
But Seth didn't stop.

With one mighty blow of magical assburgers, he smote the 'puny' puppet from the face of Earthquestria. He grinned and carried on in his journey to rid this realm of THINGS THAT HE DOESN'T LIKE!

Thus, the story of SirShiggyDiggy, the drawfag and beloved puppet, ends.

The Seth lives on.
He will find you.