Super Hero City was alive and bustling with folks young and old jaunting about, buying Christmas gifts, decorating their homes and even singing a carol or two on the street corner. Every park, city block, and alleyway was bursting at the seams with the good feelings and joy that only holidays could bring.

However, in one building surrounded by the highest security the city could afford, the Christmas spirit seemed to be a bit lacking. The place in question was none other than S.H.I.E.L.D's high-tech villain-proof (almost) jailhouse, complete with the biggest and baddest evildoers this side of Villainville; Super-Skrull, M.O.D.O.K, Abomination, and the nefarious Doctor Doom...just to name a few.

It wasn't that Christmas was abandoned and hated by these criminals, actually it was quite the opposite to be honest; the villains all needed something to take their minds off of their prison sentences and overall the holidays were a magical time where everyone could have some sort of bright twinkle of hope. As The Mayor always said, "Even evil-doers take time off for the holidays". No, this time the culprit of downgrading the cheer and merriment among prisoners was none other than the already mentioned Victor Von Doom.

"Curse these cretins and their ridiculous holiday! The bright twinkling lights, the gingerbread houses, and those tall and green Christmas trees! f Doom had his way, the world would be giving him presents and worship instead of giving the credit to some fat jolly red coated oaf who flies around delivering presents all over the universe for free! Humbug to all of it!"

"Just because you don't like the season, that doesn't mean you should make everyone hate it," the voice of .O.K called out to him from across the way, his small child-like hands on his enormous...er, head-hips. "Some of us actually enjoy the holidays and all the carols and fruitcake we can muster!"

"Ugh I don't like fruitcake," Abomination's drone voice groaned next to Doom's cell, "..It makes my tummy icky.."

"I'm surprised you aren't used to it since its as thick as your head..." M.O.D.O.K grumbled, loud enough so that the green, stinky fish man would hear. Much to his amusement, Abomination did hear the retort and snarled angrily at the mental organism designed only for konquest.

"Hey, you better be nice or else Santa isn't going to bring you any presents this year, you big headed elf!"

"Will you two idiots cease your prattling..? I'm trying to curse the good will towards men this holiday never shuts up about," Doom rubbed his metallic temples and sighed heavily. Just hearing those two argue was enough to give any super villain a real super headache.

"You are the one who is going to get nothing but coal in his dirty stocking, fish head!"

"M.O.D.O.K..." Doctor Doom's eyes narrowed in annoyance.

"At least I have stockings," Abomination chuckled, making M.O.D.O.K begin to grind his teeth and look as if he was about to start a temper tantrum like a small child.

"M.O.D.O.K...Abomination..." The metallic tyrant's eyes narrowed in annoyance and his voice turned into a growl, his metallic fists clenched. "I do not like being ignored..."

"You are lucky I'm not out of my cell right now or else I'd blast you with one of my Psionic Blasts!"

"I'd like to see you try from all the way over there, tiny!"

Finally giving up, Doctor Doom raised his hands in the air and sulked back to his cot, grumbling under his breath. The so-called "fellow villains" he was forced to employ for his devilish schemes of evil were so base and un-intelligent that it sickened him; there were a few good apples out of the rotten bunch, that much was true. But finding those who actually matched his level of brilliance was such a chore.

"You know...the idea of a holiday centered around me is not such a bad idea after all," Doom tapped his chin in thought. "It would certainly help me find subordinates who aren't distracted by this disgusting and ridiculous holiday."

With reassurance and determination, Doom growled, a metallic hand clenched around the other as he began to brood as all good villains do. "I'll destroy Christmas if it's the last thing I do..." "And in its place, 'Doom's Day' shall take its place and reign over all!"

Doctor Doom paused for a second and smiled. That name was definitely going to stick...had a nice ring to it. Kind of ominous and yet also full of hopeful destruction however way you said it. Yes..."Doom's Day" would make the masses worship Doom and his great intelligence and power.

"Sounds more like a one-hit wonder to me."

The tyrant quickly stood up and looked around his cell, trying to find the source of the sudden voice that cut his thoughts. "Who goes there? You dare interrupt the brooding of Doom?"

A dark figure seemed to stand up in the darkest corner of the cell's end wall, its arms crossed as it appeared to be leaning on the wall itself. The eyes of the figure in question were glowing a pale white, almost as if he was undead or overall inhuman.

"Just a man who needs to make a plan. And it seems you need to plan something to work around other people's plans so that the plans you are planning can come to a planned fruition...correct?"

Doctor Doom raised a metallic eyebrow at this. Confusing as this being was, it clearly was bold enough to sneak into this prison and end up in this particular cell to talk to him. Either that or the person was utterly stupid. But how had this cretin gotten inside and past Doom's own keen awareness? He didn't remember sensing anyone earlier...

"I teleported in. Also, it's not that hard to sneak up on someone who thinks so loud and hard that Chuck Norris couldn't even round house kick it"

The villain's eyes widened, "H-How did you know what I was.."

Shrugging, the figure pointed behind Doctor Doom, "The writer is putting all of this down as we speak. And quite noisily I might add."

Doom whirled around and...saw no one..

"Dude, the least he could do is go get a root beer or something to eat like some pizza or a delicious chimichanga sandwich! Can't write on an empty stomach, am I right Tin Head?"

"What are you talking about? Who is this 'Writer' you speak of to Doom?"

The figure pushed himself off the wall and began walking to another corner, still cloaked in shadow. "Oh, just some geeky art student I hired to write this little shin-dig."

All Doctor Doom could do was blink in utter confusion at this man. What did he think this was, some kind of novel or story book? Some sort of amusing little snippet to give someone a good laugh?

"Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot here...let's start over."

The figure finally walked into the light and in front of the leader of Villainville stood...a red and black spandex wearing man. Around his waist was a belt that had his face as the belt buckle, two katana swords on his back, and two pistols on his waist. All in all, he looked like a wannabe Spider-Man that got confused during the cosplay.

"Hi there! Name's Wade Wilson, aka The Merc With a Mouth, Walkie-Talkie Man, and Captain Funtime! But all my friends and frienemies call me Deadpool! Whatever your diabolical needs are, I'm the mercenary for the-Hey wait a second!"

Deadpool turned away from Doctor Doom and raised a fist up to the ceiling, his eyes narrowed as he growled, "I saw that Spider-Man crack there, Writer! Don't think I'm not watching you from now on. Pull that stunt again and it'll be curtains for you my blonde, pizza eating friend!"

After some silence, the mercenary realized that non-existent crickets were chirping in the background as Doom was still standing there looking puzzled as ever. Deadpool coughed and sat on the cot of the cell, looking at Doctor Doom seriously.

"Alright man of steel, here's the low-down: I think we should team up and ruin Christmas."

"And why should Doom ever consider joining forces with someone like you?" Doom crossed his arms, becoming serious once again. This fool was starting to annoy him even more then he was earlier.

"Well for starters, you need someone who is as diabolical and cunning as you right? Well I am at least 80% cunning, 10% devious and 100% attractively insane! Whatever plan we cook up is bound to work better then a Chimichanga Taco (strictly under the 'TM' stamp, cause you know only I could come up with something as delicious as that)!"

Doctor Doom placed a hand to his chin and thought for a second. He didn't know if he could truly trust this strange individual. However, he figured it would be wise to at least hear him out. It was surely better than listening to the idiots he was dealing with earlier.

"Alright...I'm listening."

Deadpool grinned behind his mask and nodded, scooting closer and raising a hand to his mouth as if to keep it a secret between the two. Doctor Doom listened for a second or two before his metallic face turned into a Grinchy smile.

Oh yes...this plan was going to work perfectly.


Deadpool: Ugh, finally you get to the good part!

SuperSonic22: It was only half of a chapter of waiting, calm down. *continues taking down notes for a new chapter*

Deadpool: Sooo how long do I gotta wait for the next one? *leans over to look at superSonic22's notes, the PS4 controller dangling from his hand*

SuperSonic22: Probably really soon. This chapter was a tough one to figure out because of all the stuff I had to put in as a sort of prologue to-

Deadpool: BOOORING! Less talky, more writing! *he gets up to grab a game from the writer's shelf* I don't pay you to dish out trivia about your life blondie.

SuperSonic22: You don't pay me at all... *grumbles something*

Deadpool: And no one cares about your birthday either!

*Deadpool finds a game and takes it out, opening it to put the disc in the system. As he does so, the two sit in silence and the game boots up on the television. Finally sighing, Deadpool tosses Supersonic22 a badly wrapped gift and lets it land on top of his laptop*

Deadpool: Here's a wrapped up freshly made lasagna for your birthday. Now stop whining and get back to writing, ol' red and black has to slay a not-so friendly wannabe named Deathstroke using the not-so friendly Batman in that 'Injustice' game you never shut up about and play all the time. *his eyes narrow menacingly as he begins the round* Oh and spoilers: Batman always wins...!