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"The end is near."

So said a slim, yet muscular man, wearing a red and black form fitting rubber costume that also had three silver loops attached to his arms. On his belt was an array of weapons, ranging from grenades to shuriken. Attached to each of his red combat boots was a fully loaded .9MM Glock. And on his back were two large Katana swords.

Normally, one would have simply wrote off the man as a lunatic.

His surroundings said otherwise.

While the man sat alone on a couch in an otherwise high-end penthouse, the entire room was littered with corpses. Each of them wearing a distinct costume, their blood dripping out onto the walls, floors, and furniture with their faces twisted into expressions of shock, horror, and rage.

The man sitting on the couch was their killer.

His name is Deadpool, the merc with the mouth.

Or at least it was.

Deadpool was a highly skilled Assassin, who had mastery over all firearms, knives, and anything anyone would consider lethal. He could kill a man in the most audacious manner possible for any price, and had a healing factor so amazing that it could revive him, even if his own head were to explode.

The only thing stopping him from being the most dangerous person on the planet was his own insanity.

His insanity made him see things. Many things ranging from the moon looking like a bunny to realizing his own existence as a 'comic book' character. He often would get into ridiculous discussions with the two voices that occupied his head, the 'serious' voice and the 'goofball' voice. Both in white and yellow boxes that only he could see.

This made him a bit of a joke in a world populated by both superheroes and super villains.

One day, after annoying the X-Men one too many times, he was sent to Ravenscroft Asylum, under the tender care of Dr. Benjamin Brighton. Unfortunately they did not know the good doctor was really Psycho-Man in disguise. The tiny villain wished to break his patients in order to create his own personal army, and Deadpool was just the kind of killer he needed for his plans.

Unfortunately, the process worked too well.

Deadpool lost the wacky voices in his head, instead getting one in a crimson box. It goaded the wacky mercenary to see his own existence as a living hell, and the only way to free himself and the others was to kill EVERYONE. After killing the miniature super-villain and torching the asylum, Deadpool lead a one-man killing spree on the Marvel Universe.

No one could stop him. Not Spider-Man, not the Fantastic Four, not the Avengers, not the X-Men, not even Galactus.

He killed them all without mercy, without regret. He even killed children super heroes such as the child team Power Pack. The lucky ones such as Spider-Man died quickly. Ones like the X-Men received... special treatment.

After facing and killing his former friend Taskmaster, Deadpool used a doorway to the multiverse to reach what was best described as the 'real world'. Fully intent on killing both the people who wrote his adventures and the readers...

...only it was not meant to be.

No, the writers were too clever for that. Horrified that their creation had actually come to kill them, the writers quickly added one more line of text to the script in order to send him away. Deadpool was sent to another universe, one much similar to his old one.

He's talking about us again.

"Don't remind me. I can hear his exposition from here."

Deadpool opened his eyes and observed the room, using the corpse of Bruce Banner as a footstool, ignoring the katana lodged through his back.

"I can't believe I've been thinking so small all this time. No matter how many I've killed..."

Deadpool inclined his head to a pile or corpses to his side. All the corpses were Spider-Man from alternate universes, ranging from the Amazing Spider-Man and the Superior Spider-Man to Spider-Man 2099 and Ultimate Spider-Man.

"Nothing has changed. I'm still here..."

Perhaps we have not killed enough...

"We've killed plenty. With all the 'me's I've killed, I will never have to sew a new costume ever again." Deadpool's eyes drifted to the completely clean adamantium bones of Wolverine. He had always been a tough one to truly kill, due to his popularity always reviving him. If he had to bet, this universes Wolverine will be popping in to confront him again within a few days.

We never sew in the first place. They never showed us.

"And I doubt he'llever show it anyways." Deadpool remarked, getting up from the couch and walking around the corpse of the Thing who had his entire chest blown clean-through. "But in the end, that won't matter."

It wasn't just us who thought small. It was our writers as well.

"Yeah, why stop with just the classical heroes to free ourselves when others will be suffering just as much?" Deadpool remarked to himself, a dangerous smirk growing under his face as he stared at 'us'.

Yes, he thought to small before. Back in the early days of his rampage, he only thought that killing the writers would free him from his torment. But that was not the case.

Comic writers were not the only things keeping him from blissful non-existance.

There were fan-fiction writers.

Fans of his comics that would write his character, again and again in site after site. The internet was vast, as was different media. He would even exist in crossovers with ridiculous plots and glorified porn stories (Most of them involving that damn bug...).

He thought that the best way to eliminate the problem was to simply kill all the classical heroes. The ones that inspired every comic hero in the first place.

But why stop there?

Not all heroes were inspired by English, Greek, or American novels.

"You eggheads done in there!?" Deadpool shouted as he stormed into another room, ignoring the blood of a hung Angel overhead and patting an Iron Man helmet as he walked into the kitchen.

Inside were the various villain geniuses he had gathered throughout his journey through the Multiverse. Ranging from the Ultimate Reed Richards to the Mad Tinkerer. Despite the fact that they could all potentially defeat him should they play it smart, they all of them worked for him out of fear.

Killing every hero and villain in their respective universes besides them would do that to a person.

"A-Almost complete Deadpool..." The Mad Tinkerer muttered as he and Dr. Octopus fiddled with a small wrist-like device. "It should not take more than a few minutes."

"And you've made the adjustments that I asked...?" Deadpool asked dangerously, hovering over the Mad Tinkerer who turned around to face him while the others shrunk back. Unlike the other villainous masterminds, the Tinkerer seemed a bit less fearful of him. In fact, he was the only one to speak to Deadpool face-to-face.

Chop off his head if he gets too suspicious.

"Yes... me and Mr. Richards made some new theories towards your belief that we are all fictional nonentities as a starting point, and adding products of Japanese pop-culture onto that." The Mad Tinkerer replied as Dr. Octopus began welding on a cover to the watch-like invention. "While its been established that the progenitor species has created us from nothing but character concepts, you have made it a point that there are some stories that were not inspired by 'classical' stories. We have coined these pocket universes as the 'Mangaverse'. However, we on the other hand would be based upon these classical stories. These worlds we have defined as part of the 'Ideaverse'."

"So your gizmo will bring me to these worlds without a hitch?" Deadpool asked as Dr. Octopus handed him the device with a shaky hand, its surface glowing blue as Deadpool took it and wrapped it onto his left hand's wrist.

The Mad Tinkerer shook his head. "No... despite all our calculations the 'multiverse' is still endless, diverse, and constantly changing. While we have pinpointed the worlds within the Mangaverse and the Ideaverse, you will only arrive at each world at random. You could end up in say... The Count of Monte Cristo and then arrive at that Beelzebub world the next."

He's lying.

"But it works right?" Deadpool asked dangerously, receiving a frantic nod from all the scientists. Smirking, Deadpool pushed onto the surface of the transporter. "Well then, time to go on a awesome and bloody adventure. Bodyslide by one." With that, Deadpool disappeared in a blue flash of light.

The Mad Tinkerer let out a breath of relief, as did all the scientists within the room. They were indeed lying that they could only make the transporter land Deadpool into random worlds. In fact, they could have made the transporter send Deadpool to only Mangaverse worlds before transporting him to the Ideaverse once he was done. But this was a better way of slowing the madman down.

Suddenly, an electronic ticking rang through the air, making everyone stiffen. They knew that Deadpool would not simply leave them alive when he was done with them. "Richards! is it ready?" Tinkerer shouted as he ran to another control panel which was also occupied by the once leader of the Fantastic Four.

"I just need to make a few last-minute adjustments so that it arrives at the intended destination!" Reed replied back while sweat began to bead down his brow. Tinkerer looked around, watching the various villains sit down with looks of despair on their faces. The only one moving was Egghead, who was fiddling with the source of the beeping.

"Do hurry up! I can only delay this timer for fifteen more seconds!" He shouted as the Tinkerer looked at the device in front of him.

It was a simple sheet of metal the size of a small room with only a small control panel in the middle. They had been able to hide its true purpose from Deadpool by saying it was a necessary piece of equipment. But that only hid its true purpose:

It was another transporter to the Manga and Ideaverse, but more accurate than Deadpool's own transporter.

He and the others developed it to be the tool needed to end Deadpool's mad quest. It would be brought to the only man capable of tracking down the former mercenary and undoing the damage he had done. A man who's intelligence and deduction skills were unrivaled, even to geniuses like them.

Sherlock Holmes.

Tinkerer looked at Richards, who had stopped making his calculations. The former hero nodded to him slowly before the Tinkerer pushed a bright red button. "God help us all." Tinkerer muttered as the platform disappeared in a white light, as if it were never there. With their final task done, Egghead stopped messing with the bomb whose current countdown was now at five. Deciding it would be best to say something, Tinkerer looked at all the men and said, "Gentlemen, it has been an honor to work with you. And may our sacrifices help bring an end to this madness..."

With that, their world was engulfed in bright red flame.

Another Time, Another Place:

Where are we?

"Where do you think? Somewhere in Japan." Deadpool replied as he was climbing up a flight of stairs up a hill that were in a zig-zag pattern. "Looks like the nerd was right. This is probably part of the 'Mangaverse'. Really stupid name..."

You knew full well they were going to betray us. Why not simply kill them instead of letting the bomb do it for us?

"What difference does it make? We were going to kill them anyways. Plus, things become a bit more exciting this way." Deadpool replied with a mirthful tone. "Plus, more meat for us right? Doesn't matter how long it takes. We're going to kill them all."

You seem to be enjoying this.

For once, Deadpool frowned as he came at the crest of the hill. "Its not about enjoyment. Its about the Cause." He looked at the residence that was before him. It was an old residence that was looking a bit worn, yet had a fresh coat of paint and a trimmed shrubbery. It was a place where it was obvious that the owner was attempting to take good care of the place rather than letting it just age and rot.

And although there was no sign, Deadpool knew the name of the place.

Hinata-sou.

The setting of the manga Love Hina.

Time to go to work

"Right, its time I go bag me a harem!" Deadpool laughed out as he began unsheathing a katana on his back with his right hand, the sunlight gleaming dangerously as he began to walk towards the front door. Deadpool then stopped and smirked as he began looking towards 'us'.

"Don't worry you peeping toms, once I'm done with all this I'm coming for you!"

The Infamous Man Presents...

Deadpool KILLS the Mangaverse

Note:Yo, its TIM here with this little snippet. As you can tell, this is based off the miniseries 'Deadpool Kills the Marvel Universe'. But with one big difference: instead of just stopping himself at wiping out classical stories, Deadpool decides to also take a crack out our favorite manga/anime series'! NO ONE is safe from his killing spree! Whether it be shown to you in the most brutal and sadistic way imaginable for your amusement or off-screen, Deadpool will kill the characters you've come to love with a heaping dose of sadism and a light touch of black comedy!

But tell me, who would YOU want to see killed and in what way? Let out you inner Kotomine and write down your twisted thoughts. Whether it be Naruto or Sgt. Frog, the sky's the limit with what characters can get killed and how!

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