Fourth Wall House Party

Well, you guys requested it, and here it is. Based on a spin-off idea based on my crossover series (where the fourth wall has been breached and movie characters enter the real world and interact in an action based story), I give you the "Fourth Wall House Party", where our favorite fourth wall breaking mercanary, Deadpool, invites many different movie characters to my house for a party... And all Hell breaks loose.

(The House of Batman1809. Homestead, Florida: January 24, 7:15 am)

Slowly, I wake up with a splitting headache. I'm not in bed; apparently, I'm on my front porch.

"What the..." I say, forcing myself to wake up. I was lying on my brick porch, which explained the pain in my back. I grab the railing and pulled myself up, the world spinning as I did do. Slowly, a few memories of last night went through my head, though I can't remember most of it. I soon realized that I was experiencing a hangover, which is a first for me, as I rarely drink, or even party for that matter.

It was still early morning, and I notice some of my neighbors staring at my house. They were pointing and murmuring to themselves. Looking around, I can see why... there is a yellow Camaro with racing strips, covered in debri and party streamers in the middle of my yard, and passed out on its hood is Captain Kirk, holding an empty bear bottle. On the ground next to him was Pinocchio with donkey ears and a tale, Jiminy Cricket trying to wake him.

"Wait... what?" I ask myself. Still dizzy, my head pounding from the hangover, I turned around and saw Leonardo, or was it Miachelangelo (who's the ninja turtle with the orange mask?), sitting against the wall, trying to stuff another pizza in his mouth.

"Oh, I'm full" he said. "I'm totally full... you know what, one more. One more and that'll be it" he said, taking another slice of pizza. Shaking my head, I entered the house, dreading the damage that I knew lied inside.

I found passed out and half awake movie characters, some splayed out on the floor, hanging over the staircase, sleeping on my cabinets, and those that were awake were either trying to force themselves up or wandering around aimlessly.

"Ugh, I don't feel so well" said Cory Mathews from Boy Meets World. "I don't think I like hangovers Shawn" he said to a mop he was holding. Apparently he was still out of it.

There holes in my ceiling, destroyed appliances, a broken window with a smashed flat screen outside, and Jack Sparrow duck-taped to the wall.

"Uhh... what the bugger happened?..." he asked drowsily. "Wh... where's m-my hat?..."

I then pass a wobbly Han Solo.

"Where's th-that...Kirk?" he asked, stumbling around. "I have unfinished business...with that laserbrain..."

On the walls, I see lightsaber marks, stuck daggers, bullet holes, and a whole pizza pie slapped on. On the ceiling, I see Gollum, hanging from slowly turning fan, holding a ring, which looks like one of my mom's.

"Oooh...precious" he mumbled, hugging the ring.

I rolled my eyes. Dread was filling my head; my parents were out of town, and I didn't even technically throw this party. Yet, it was still against my better nature to throw it, but I did it anyway. I'm in huge trouble

"How the heck did I even fit all these people in here?" I thought. Among the fictional characters were some of my friends, one of them being my brother.

"Oh, hey bro..." he said, half awake. More concerned with figuring out what happened last night, I moved along.

I looked outside into my backyard through the glass sliding doors. I see toilet paper, more passed out movie characters, and see the fact that my fence was torn down, revealing my neighbors pool, frozen over, with numerous abstract ice sculptures. As I walk, I trip over an animated character that appears to be... Sokka?

"Best... Party... Ever..." he mumbled, foam at the mouth.

"What the hell happened last night?!" I wondered out-loud. I walk back inside and sit at what's left of my half burnt table, trying to recall what happened last night.

"You know..." said Steve Rogers, who startled me. He was carrying a passed out Stark over his shoulders. "I think coffee helps with that."

"Huh?... wait, your not wasted. You didn't drink?"

"Nope. I can't get drunk. Don't you remember? Somebody spiked the drinks."

Suddenly, those words triggered some flashbacks. With a few bits of memeory returning, I remember the main cause of the chaos; what turned from a fan's dream party to a night of utter chaos and destruction.

"DEADPOOOOOOOL!"

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-Batman