Once upon a day so rainy, SuperSonic22 was busy trying to figure out what fanfiction he should do. He wanted to continue the fanfics he was working on, however he wanted to start something new; writer's block was upon him so badly that he knew the only cure was to start a new story so his head would be cleared of unwanted rabble. Sitting there in his room eating some gummy pizza, SuperSonic22 began to think, and think, and think. Finally the idea came to him and he grinned merrily, beginning to type furiously. The idea was so perfect...so clever...so...Christmas.

SuperSonic22: Okay, you got me. This is not the real story you all wanted to hear, right? I mean who wants to read about an author writing out a story right? Well okay, let's try this again: "Twas the night before Christmas and all through Super Hero City, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... "

An explosion goes off suddenly and SuperSonic gets blown across the room, landing on his butt as he slides down the hallways and slumps against the far wall. Regaining consciousness soon, he looks up and sees a red and black figure with katana blades on his back, a belt buckle that looked just like his face, and a grenade being bounced in his hand as if it was a ball.

Deadpool: I'msorry SuperSonic22...I'm afraid I can't let you do that.

SuperSonic22: Wade! How many times do I have to tell you not to destroy my house whenever you arrive?! And what the heck are you even doing here? Didn't Marvel dub you as "too violent for the Super Hero Squad show"?

Deadpool: Dude screw them, I can do what I want! I'm not one of the most favorite Marvel characters because I follow... Wait., "The Super Hero Squad" show? Why the heck are you doing a fanfic of that?

The author coughs as he gets up, waving a hand in front of his face as the smoke begins to clear.

SuperSonic22: Well I wanted to do something revolving around Christmas and then I wanted to also do one of Marvel, so I decided to combine the two. Using super Hero Squad works cause it makes fun of its own material and is good for all ages and-

Deadpool: Listen shorty, I know I'm crazy and all, but even the voices in my head are saying that that is a stupid idea.

SuperSonic22: Any particular reason why?

Deadpool: Because you don't have the most important character in it: ME!

The Merc with a Mouth lifts a giant pile of papers and waves it around in front of the author's face.

Deadpool: I flipped throughthe entire story from cover to non-existent cover and all this is is some sugarplum mistletoe hootenanny! Just cause it's a Christmas special doesn't mean you gotta downplay the merchandise you're selling man! Think of the fans...do you want to upset them by postponing yet another chapter of Cat and the Asylum? Or what about the ones you never went back to like The Prince and the Reploid?

SuperSonic22 frowns and crosses his arms, his foot tapping impatiently.

SuperSonic22: I already updated those and am currently working on them. Didn't you read the beginning of this chapter? I have writer's block!

Deadpool swings the pile of papers at SuperSonic's head, yet all it seemed to do was make the papers go flying everywhere. The two stand in silence, the red and black merc finally blinking and righting himself back to a normal standing position.

Deadpool: Huh...usually that works. It seems you are a more resourceful target then I anticipated. Usually the fanfic authors I go after don't know how to handle situations like this.

SuperSonic22: Well luckily I'm not one of those authors. I deal with TheEmporerofFools Wade, you and him are like twins when it comes to how I deal with you.

Deadpool: Really? Huh...hey, you got this guy's number? Maybe we can grab a chimichanga or catch a hot girl and steal her boyfriend's car. Oh, maybe we could-

The blonde frowns, a hand on his face as his thumb and index finger massage the space between his eyes.

SuperSonic22:Deadpool...what do I have to do to make you go away and let me keep writing?

Deadpool: Well I'm glad you asked ol' buddy!

Deadpool teleports behind the blonde and places an arm around his shoulder.

Deadpool: See here's how I see things...One: You are going to write a new story, only this time it isn't going to suck AND it is going to have yours truly in it!

SuperSonic22: Okay...

Deadpool:Numero dos: I want a mountain of chimichangas and beer and pancakes as payment for helping you with your little writers' block problem thingy. If you throw in a cute girl, I'll throw you a little tip on the side.

SuperSonic22: A tip? What do you think I am, some sort of bus boy?

Deadpool: And finally...

He gets face to face with SuperSonic22, his eyes narrowed and his voice growing dark and sinister.

Deadpool:I want this story done BEFORE Christmas. Or at leas the end of the month. If you don't heed my commands, I'm gonna have to "un-alive" you!

Supersonic22: "Un-alive"? You are gonna kill me if I don't do this?

Deadpool quickly covers the author's mouth and uses another hand to bring his index finger up as if to shush him.

Deadpool:Shhh! We're aren't allowed to use that word, man! Didn't you read the memo on things rated "K+"? Using that word puts thoughts into our children's heads and we don't want that do we?

SuperSonic22 pushes the merc's hand off his mouth and gags slightly as his hand smelled of sweat and old tacos.

SuperSonic22: Ugh fine, I'll write something new and finish it HOPEFULLY before the end of the month. But no promises, Wade. I'm a busy man with lots to do. That's why my writing hasn't been coming in sooner.

The merc stretches and yawns as if he was bored, walking over to the blonde's bed and laying on it as he turns on the Playstation 4 and picks up the controller.

Deadpool: Yeah, yeah whatever blondie. Well I'm gonna get some relaxation time...you get to writing that story brochacho!

Supersonic22 sighed again and shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. How did he end up in these situations?