A/N: [Text text text] = Deadpools white thought boxes. "Text text text" = Deadpool's little yellow boxes he loves so much.


The tapping of keys filled the darkened apartment as Deadpool sat in front of a computer, the blue glow from the screen distorting the red color of his mask. It was a Friday night, he was bored out of his mind (more so than normal) and he had nothing better to do; so he'd decided to catch up on what was going on around the interwebs. This lead him to 4chan, Encyclopedia Dramatica, TV Tropes and Facebook mostly. One thing he kept noticing popping up was this weird phenomenon where people never finished their sentences, and it was somehow funny.

He didn't get it.

How was not finishing a thought considered funny now? If it really worked that way, then he figured he was a regular George Carlin!

He also noticed that when this odd occurrence happened, the person leaving the message had mentioned "Candlejack" in the unfinished text. Using his bad ass deduction skillz, Deadpool assumed it had something to do with that.

Six webpages and two YouTube videos later, he'd discovered what was quite possibly the most annoying, retarded, overused and useless internet meme ever. He was so utterly annoyed by it, he went on a rant about it.

"Candlejack? Seriously? Some stupid shit from some stupid-ass cartoon show is the best new thing to joke around about on /b/ now?"

[Hey Freakazoid was pretty cool.]

"I think Freekazoid is a pretty cool guy. Eh cant fly and doesn't afraid of anything."

[Dude, that sucked.]

Deadpool scowled, his mask creasing around his eyes. "Candlejack…how fucking stup-"

"Ahem."

"-id is THAT?"

A tapping on his should caused the merc to turn around as another "ahem" was heard. A floating thing was behind him, covered in what looked like sewn together bedsheets and holding a candle. It was smiling.

"Oh, Candlejack!" Deadpool exclaimed, grinning. "So what do you know, it DOES work."

"Indeed," Candlejack responded, reaching for some rope.

BANG, BANG!

Candlejack's head exploded in a mess of blood, black goo and dust. The ghost let out a shriek and dropped its candle as it shriveled up into a black mess and eventually was nothing but a stain on the hardwood floor. Deadpool blew smoke off his pistol and set it back down on the desk.

"Now who needs more rope, bitch?"