I hath returned to this story! Here's chapter 2. Since nobody voted, I decided on Naruto. Enjoy.

"I sure as hell won't enjoy it. I hate Naruto. Always have. Now, let's get this sh-"

You can't keep swearing all the time. You went wayyyy over the limit in the last chapter. Unless you want me to make an innocent dog or cat or something die, you need to tone it down.

"You don't have the guts to kill off an animal character unless it's ugly or evil and you know it."

Good point. Then I'll have to deny you of food.

"Alright, fine, I'll keep a muzzle on the swearing. When can I use my one f-bomb?"

When you decide. But you only get ONE.

"Great! Now let's get this over with."

Deadpool closed his eyes, reopening them when the all-white environment changed into a path heading into a nearby forest. The sun was shining, a small group was walking toward him slowly, and he felt at peace.

The whole thing just SCREAMED anime.

He turned his head toward the group, and the arrogant asshole himself, Naruto. Along with his weaksauce groupies.

He silently and sneakily pulled out a revolver, "Really? A revolver?" Yes, a revolver. They're easy to conceal. "Fair enough." He pulled out a revolver and walked towards the group. "Greetings, freaks. I am Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth, and I am here not by my own will." The groups leader (and only adult) stepped forward and said, "Hello, Deadpool. Let me introduce myself. I am Ka-" Deadpool whipped up the revolver "Let's call it the 'I-Don't-Careinator," fine. Anyway, he whipped it up and shot the leader dead in the forehead, blowing his damn brains all over the place.

"Don't care, nerd. Now, to tend to the little ones." He turned menacingly to the three children, put away the I-Don't-Careinator, and slowly pulled out a handgun with a spade on the handle.

"Naruto and friends, say hello to the ACE OF SPADES, you little bitches!" He yelled in a French accent. He shot them all repeatedly until the ammo clip was emptied. At this point, thanks to the power of the Ace of Spades, they all lay in unrecognizable piles of blood and flesh.

"Now that THAT'S taken care of, would you mind giving me some ramen?"

I give it to him with the Power of Writing!

He swallowed it quickly, threw the bowl behind him, and dissolved into nothing as he was taken back to the Google homepage. He saw, in the searchbar, the words, "Littlest Pet Shop, Harry Potter, or Lilo and Stitch?" He turns to face you, the reader, and asks an important question:

"Well? Which one? Comment on Chapter 2 where I need to go next, or you won't get any more chapters!"