Maguro

(We're doing something different today. This Chapter is not canon to this story.)

Maguro stood before the bubbling, black pool of the Corruption, a mischievous grin on his face. With a flourish of his fish arm, he raised it high and shouted, "Oh, great Corruption! I summon a champion to aid me in my quest!"

As the echoes of his words faded, the black pool began to ripple and churn, emitting a strange gurgling sound. Suddenly, with a dramatic burst of bubbles, a figure emerged from the depths—a bewildered young man in strange attire, clutching an odd machine in his hands.

Maguro blinked, thoroughly confused. "Wait, what? Who are you? And why are you carrying that... thing?"

The man, still disoriented from the sudden summoning, glanced around, taking in the bizarre surroundings. He took out a small cloth, rubbed his glasses, then looked around once more. "Uh, hey there! I'm Anders Carlson, and this... well, it's my trusty gaming console. It's a retro Gameboy Advanced. I was just in the middle of an intense battle when I got whisked away here. And I think I know what's going on. I've been isekai'd into another world, right?"

Maguro scratched his chin, trying to make sense of the situation. "Well, I was expecting a fearsome warrior from another realm, so it's no surprise that you were in the middle of a battle."

Anders shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's right! I've battled countless virtual foes, solved intricate puzzles, and even saved entire realms in the digital world. Maybe I can bring some of that expertise to your quest?"

"That's amazing! With someone as powerful as you, we will be invisible! Well, how would you like to join my organization?"
"Is it like an adventurers' guild?" Anders asked.
"What's that?"
"You know, an adventurers' guild gives you quests and there are people there who can party up with you."
"Oh, well we definitely have 'quests' for you to do, and I bet Gaara would like to have a party. Ya know what? So would I. We need to Celebrate the founding of our group and all."
"I'm in."

Maguro, in his never-ending quest for power, stood before the black pool of the Corruption once more. Filled with determination, he raised his fish arm high and bellowed, "Corruption, grant me the evilest being from across the multiverse!"

Expecting the arrival of a malevolent force to aid him in his dark ambitions, Maguro eagerly awaited the appearance of his summoned champion. However, much to his dismay, instead of a fearsome villain, a well-dressed man with a briefcase materialized before him.

The man adjusted his tie and flashed a slick smile. "Greetings, my fine sir! You have summoned the one, the only, Gary Goldsworth, Esq.! Lawyer extraordinaire, used car salesman par excellence. How can I assist you today? Are you interested in timeshares?"

Maguro stared in disbelief, his dreams of commanding unparalleled evil fading into confusion. "Wait, you're not the evilest being in the multiverse. What's the meaning of this?"

Gary chuckled, his voice dripping with charm. "Ah, my dear summoner, evil comes in many forms. While I may not be wielding black magic or leading armies of darkness, I am the epitome of cunning and deception in the corporate world. I can sell you a lemon of a used car with a smile, convince you to invest in a pyramid scheme, and draft a contract so convoluted it would make your head spin."

Maguro sighed, realizing that sometimes the Corruption had a mischievous sense of humor. "I suppose I can use your... unique skills. Can you help me in my quest to spread chaos and darkness?"

Gary's eyes gleamed with a mix of ambition and self-interest. "Oh, absolutely! Together, we shall unleash a new wave of chaos upon this realm, one legal loophole and dubious business venture at a time. Evil has many faces, my friend, and I'm here to prove that even a smooth-talking used car salesman can be a force to be reckoned with!"

Maguro, fueled by his insatiable curiosity, found himself once again standing before the bubbling black pool of the Corruption. Determined to explore the extent of his summoning abilities, he raised his fish arm and shouted, "Corruption, grant me a champion like no other!"

As the words left his lips, the pool roiled and frothed with an unusual vigor. Maguro's excitement grew, anticipating the arrival of a mighty warrior. A man clad in a red and black spandex materialized before him.

Maguro blinked, his eyes widening at the sight of the newcomer. "Uh, who are you?"

The man grinned. "Well, well, well, looks like someone summoned the Merc with a Mouth! I'm Deadpool, the world's most unpredictable and talkative mercenary. And you, my fishy friend, just made the best mistake of your life!"

"So what can you do?"

"Well, I think Colette just brought me in for lolz, but if you're looking for an ass-kicker, say no more."

"Well, yeah, 'ass-kicker' is exactly the skill set I was looking for. I was worried you'd be another used car salesman, whatever that is."

"I would never sell a car! Like, I might kill people for money, but I'm not completely morally bankrupt. So, Let's do this, fishy dude! Show me the money and I will show you the intestines." Deadpool glanced around the room. "But before that, looking at this place… you wouldn't be evil, would you?"

"I mean, technically I am, but isn't the real evil the friends we made along the way?"

Maguro stood before Deadpool, his fish arm shimmering with a bloodthirsty energy, its fins spreading open. Deadpool's eyes narrowed behind the mask as he sized up his peculiar opponent.

"Hey there, fishy-arm guy! I gotta say, you've got a real unique look going on," Deadpool quipped, cutting through the tension. "But let me tell you, I've fought some real weirdos in my time, and you, my friend, take the cake."

Maguro scratched his head, a perplexed expression on his face. "You think I look unique? Thanks! I've been working on my fashion sense, you know. Gotta make a statement when you're the harbinger of the Corruption and all that jazz."

Deadpool chuckled, twirling his katana with a flourish. "Oh, I love a good jazz reference! But let's get down to business, freaky fish guy. You're all dark and brooding with that fish arm of yours, but can you back it up with some real bad guy skills?"

Maguro puffed out his chest, striking a pose that he thought was intimidating but absolutely wasn't. "Oh, you better believe it! I've got the holy power of the Corruption flowing through me, and it's gonna make you regret ever crossing paths with me!"

Deadpool raised an eyebrow, his mask barely containing a smirk. "Regret? Oh, I've got a whole 21-piece bucket full of regrets, my friend. But fighting you? Nah, that's gonna be a highlight of my day."

Maguro's bravado faltered for a moment, confusion crossing his face. "Wait, you're actually looking forward to this? Aren't you supposed to be scared or something? Come on, man. The Corruption is like really spooky and stuff."

Deadpool shrugged, twirling his katana once again. "Scared? Nah, I've been to weirder places and fought stranger foes. But hey, let's give the readers a show, shall we? Time to dance, fishy!"

With a sudden burst of energy, Deadpool launched himself at Maguro, his swords slashing through the air with exaggerated flair. Maguro clumsily tried to dodge while his fish arm, having a mind of its on, parried Deadpool's attacks with astonishing speed and finesse.

"But you said I was the weirdest!" Maguro shouted, swinging his fish arm wildly.

Deadpool stepped back, expertly dodged each swing, his agility and quick reflexes making him a slippery target. "You actually want to be the weirdest?" Deadpool chuckled. "Maybe that does make you the weirdest."

"I just can't let anyone outdo me, okay?" Maguro's frustration grew with each missed swing, but he refused to back down. He lunged forward, only to stumble and trip over his own feet.

"Wow, fishy, you've got some killer moves there!" Deadpool chortled, barely able to contain himself. "But I gotta say, your coordination could use some work. Maybe lay off the fish oil before a fight, eh?"

Maguro's face flushed red as anger ended with embarrassment. "It's time to die!"

"If you say so, fishman" Deadpool pulled a strange metal tube out from behind his back, pointed it at Maguro's head and clicked a small lever with his index finger.

The next thing Maguro knew, he was feeling his head regenerate.

Deadpool stared in disbelief as Maguro's head miraculously grew back after being shot off. He scratched his masked head and scowled.

"Hey! You can't do that. That's my thing," Deadpool protested. "I'm the one with the fast healing powers and the regenerating body parts. You're just stealing my thunder, fishy."

Maguro blinked, his newly restored head still tingling from the unexpected regrowth. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know it was your thing. I mean, I'm just filled with the power of the Corruption, so... regenerating heads seemed like a cool bonus, you know?"

Deadpool crossed his arms, a pout forming beneath his mask. "Cool bonus? More like hogging the spotlight, buddy. I've got a reputation to uphold as the guy who can't die. Now what am I supposed to do when someone else starts growing their head back?"

Maguro scratched his chin, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Well, we could always have a head-growing competition. It could be like a carnival game. First one to grow their head back five times has to do whatever the other says!"

Deadpool's eyes widened behind his mask, a mischievous glint appearing. "You know what? That actually sounds like fun. I'm in!"

And so, amidst the chaos of their battle, Deadpool and Maguro turned a potentially deadly encounter into a bizarre competition of head regeneration. They took turns blowing off each other's heads with weapons Deadpool called "guns". Their screams and laughter echoed through the air as their heads regrew again and again.

Any cultists that passed by watched in bewildered amusement as the two eccentric characters engaged in their peculiar contest, completely oblivious to the world around them. It was a display of absurdity and resilience, where the line between combat and entertainment blurred.

In the end, neither Maguro nor Deadpool emerged as the clear winner, their heads regrowing with astonishing speed and determination. They called it a draw, shaking hands and exchanging a knowing glance.

"You've got some serious head-growing skills, fishy. I'll give you that," Deadpool admitted, a begrudging admiration in his voice.

Maguro grinned, his newly reattached head bobbing with excitement. "And you, my friend, are the master of witty comebacks and breaking the fourth wall. We make quite the pair, don't we?"

"Do we now?" Deadpool placed a hand on Maguro's cheek and leaned towards him.

Maguro, caught off guard, blushed and stumbled backwards.

Deadpool said, "Sorry pal. I'm a heartbreaker. I love 'em and leave 'em. You won't even get any child support." With that Deadpool held his nose and dived backwards into the pit from whence he came.

Maguro approached it and stared down for a few moments. When Deadpool didn't emerge, he shrugged.

(Let me know in the comments: Did you like this? Do you want more chapters like this or would you rather I stick to the main story?)