Chapter 1: So, when's the next episode of Golden Girls on?
AN: Bold Lettering is Deadpool's thoughts i.e. the yellow boxes in the comics .. Enjoy!
Wade Wilson, The Merc With The Mouth, The Crimson Comedian, A Whole Bunch of Other Pointless Names, but better known as, Ryan Reynolds…I mean Deadpool..Is sitting in his "casa" (That's Spanish for "home" gringos!) flipping through channels when our tale begins….
With drool dribbling down his mouth, his mask in his hand, the remote control in the other, our hero concentrates with the utmost diligence on the television. Like a zombie fresh from the grave, Wilson wipes the slobber from his mutated mouth, and turns off the T.V. with frustration.
"Good Heavens! There's nothing to do! What's a mercenary supposed to do with no job?" Deadpool exclaims, throwing his arms in the air.
"Isn't this how every new Deadpool series starts?"his imagination would ponder to him.
"Why yes, why yes it does."
"And there's nothing wrong with this?"
"Other than our author's lack of imagination? No."
"I bet he's going to break up this conversation soon."
"Yes, and since this is on text, and is probably going to rot on FanFiction, he doesn't even describe what the scenery or I look like. He also has a hard on for commas."
And since I would be the narrator/author of this terrible fan fiction, a monster truck crashes unexplainably through Wilson's second story apartment complex, with no rhyme or reason what so ever! Take that for insulting my commas! Stay tuned, readers! Will this be the end of our hero? How many miles to the gallon does that monster truck get? Isn't it bad for our ozone layer? Will I ever learn how to write a good fan fiction?
If your goffick gtfo, prepz.