It was the middle of the night. It was so quiet that anyone could hear a pin hit the grass, and the moon was bright and visible as the sun. Deadpool was in his bed, sleeping like a baby and dreaming about chimichangas and killing zombies with Frank West.
In his dream, he and Frank were in the food court. They were both sitting in chairs, eating chimichangas and pizza, drinking bottles of pink vodka and getting drunk, and holding guns at their sides in order to kill any zombies that would dare try to munch on their brains. "Hey Frank, remember that time when you put a Servbot head onto the head of a random zombie, and then I stuck it into the ground with my katanas, and then I teleported behind it, pointed a gun at it, said 'take care', and then blew him to pieces?" Deadpool remarked.
"Yeah, Wade. I sure do remember. Those were some good times, weren't they?" Frank replied. The reporter who covered wars then took his gun, aimed it at his chest, and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew straight through his heart, yet he was still breathing fine and well. "But these aren't the good times, Wade." he said.
[Hey, you stupid author! What's the point of this dream sequence? Sure, it's a nice touch, and it gives me a chance to have a good time with Frank West. However, you're not paying me to take a vacation in video game land! Now get me out of this situation and continue with the story, dumbass!]
A sinister smile formed on Franks face. "These are dark times! And they're about to get darker, pitch black, even!" Frank said. He then grabbed his face with both his hands and started tearing it off, revealing that it wasn't Frank, but instead was a girl wearing a mask.
"Wait a minute. You're not Frank! Who the hell are you?" Deadpool shouted. He quickly took out his gun, shot a zombie that was lumbering toward him, and pointed it at the girl. The girl had long purple hair, dark blue eyes, and slightly pale skin.
"So... what do you think of me, Wade? Do you think I look... hot?" the girl asked in a sexual tone. "Well, that I can't judge until I see something worth seeing. Mind showing off some gumption?" the crimson comedian asked.
The girl then stood up, taking off the brown jacket and unbuttoning her white shirt. However, just as Deadpool got a view of her nipple, an alarm started ringing in his head.
[Oh, you've GOT to be shitting me! I was about to get some fucking fanservice, when YOU woke me up! WHY'ED I EVEN SIGN UP FOR THIS BULLSHIT?
At that time, Deadpool immediately woke up from his dream. "Aww, shit n' shinola. That was starting to get good. Why did I have to wake up? WHY? Although, that anime girl looked strangely familiar." Deadpool said to himself. Lately, Deadpool had been watching an anime show called Corpse Princess. The girl in his dream looked like the main character in that show.
"Hmmmm. Did I imagine that girl for a reason? Was that a sign of things to come? Is that the girl from Corpse Princess? Why am I asking so many questions? Why is the author writing this fanfic like a batman epilogue? Tune in ne- aww, screw it. This isn't funny. END OF CHAPTER!" Deadpool said.
-To Be Continued-