Sorry this one is so late, no excuse. I'm just lazy and lost track of time. Anyway, read, review and have a blessed day, and vote on where he goes in Chapter 5! Since no one voted on the last chapter, I decided on Harry Potter. For options, I'm keeping a theme of tv show/book, movie, and video game now. Vote on the next chapter's universe in the comments! Also, I have a Tumblr now. PM me for the location.Hope you like it! Here we goooo!

"What the hell is 'Harry Potter?' Some kind of pot-"

I'm gonna stop you right there. I'm ok with mild sexual stuff and language, but ABSOLUTELY NO DRUG OR SMOKING REFERENCES OR YOUR TALKING PRIVILEGES WILL BE SUSPENDED. Got it?

"Fine. But seriously, what IS Harry Potter?"

A great book series about wizards made into semi-mediocre movies. I'm putting you in the books, specifically Book 4, during the Wizard Hunger Games. They called it the "Triwizard Tournament," but its pretty much a Wizard Hunger Games. Anyway, here you go. Your job is to warn Harry, who I will point out for you, from touching the dadgum Triwizard Cup. Good luck.

"Gee, thanks, 'Venom'. I don't even-"

He suddenly found himself in a maze made of bushes, at near-sunset.

"Thanks for the situation."

It felt peaceful and calming... all too much, in relation to what I told him earlier.

He heard voices. They both sounded male, around teenagehood. Deadpool looked around a corner that was conveniently placed near him and saw two boys with their backs turned to him: One was stringbeany, with longish black hair, and the other was more athletic looking, with medium-length brown hair. They were looking at a large, golden trophy that Deadpool's kleptomaniac instincts were itching to grab and take for himself. He then remembered that the whole reason he was here was so that he could stop these teenagers from touching the "Dadgum" trophy.

He whipped out the Ace of Spades and used his sudden awesome pinpoint accuracy to shoot the trophy just before they touched it. They turned around and stared, slackjawed, in fear and awe. They didn't know who he was, but they knew that if he shot the trophy with a gun (only Harry knew what this was) inches from their hands, he was a force to be reckoned with.

To tell the truth, he only had that accuracy because it was an easy plot device and a one time thing.

"Hey! Seriously? A one time thing?" Maybe I'll do it again some other chapter, but for this one, it's a one time thing. Now, shut it. "Fine."

He stowed the Ace of Spades as the two teens looked at him, gawking, and wondered if he was going to shoot them next or he just wanted the Cup. He sauntered over, pushed them aside several feet, and using the magic of writing and convenient plot devices, pulled out a rocket launcher with the words, "Bad Omens," written on it.

He took aim at the Cup and fired a rocket right at the center. The Cup exploded on impact, showering bits and pieces of gold everywhere and causing the two teens to look away in fear. Deadpool just stared at the havoc and laughed hysterically.

When the gold stopped raining and Deadpool stopped laughing, Harry and Cedric looked back at him, now cleaning his rocket launcher on the grass. "'Sup, homies? I just saved this," at the word "this" he pointed at Cedric, "kid's life. Now, are you happy or what?"

Harry didn't know what to make of this claim, but held his wand behind his back and said, "Thanks, Mister... I don't know your name?"

Deadpool decided to be sincere for once and replied, "The name's Pool. Deadpool. Now, I need to find your leader. Where is he?"

Harry decided to trust him because I made him, and said, "Hold on, let me get Professor Dumbledore." He summoned his Firebolt, flew off, and came back with Dumbledore riding on another broom. Dumbledore strode up to Deadpool and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Pool, young Harry tells me that you saved his and Cedric here's lives?"

Deadpool saw an opportunity to make himself seem cooler than he was and told them the whole story that I just put in his brain to make it easier, adding a lot of points about how he trudged several miles just to find them and save them. Eventually, he ended after describing what would have happened in the next three books had he not shown up.

After he ended, Dumbledore processed this information and said, "So, you mean to tell me that if they had grabbed the Triwizard Cup, they would have been teleported to a graveyard and Cedric would have been murdered, then Voldemort would have taken Harry's blood to return to a fleshly form and caused mass havoc and evil?"

Deadpool nodded, took a sip from the cup of chamomile he pulled out of nowhere, and said, "Correct, my good boomer. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to leave. My next adventure's calling me."

I pull him out of Harry Potter and back into the Google searchbar, where the words , "Littlest Pet Shop, Alien, or Fortnite?" He turns to face you, the reader, and asks an important question:

"Well? Which one, kids? Comment on Chapter 5 where I need to go next, or no more chapters! I mean it this time!"