Chapter 11: The Survivors Club: No Plan, No Problem... Except There's Definitely a Problem!
The Time Variance Authority (TVA) had undergone some changes since the dramatic events that reshaped the multiverse. With the Temporal Loom now stabilised and the branches of time allowed to grow freely, the once-overbearing bureaucracy of the TVA had transformed into a more nuanced and careful organisation, tasked with preserving the integrity of time without stifling its natural progression. Mobius, once a key figure in overseeing the sacred timeline, had stepped away from his duties for a time—both literally and figuratively.
But Mobius was back now, seated at his desk in one of the sprawling, endless halls of the TVA, surrounded by dim amber lighting and towering walls of documents that stretched up to the artificial sky. The hustle of various Minutemen, Hunters, and analysts echoed throughout the area, each diligently working to keep track of the constantly evolving multiverse. Mobius sat comfortably, his hands flipping through a file, a small, wistful smile on his face. The sense of purpose had brought him back here after a long hiatus of soul-searching.
That's when he heard the sound of firm footsteps approaching—B-Hunter 15, now a senior figure in the TVA, walked up to him, a file in hand and a look of concern clouding her features.
"Mobius," she greeted, her tone calm but tinged with urgency.
Mobius turned away from his file and glanced at her, sensing something was off.
"B-15, what's going on?" he asked, setting the file aside. His curiosity was piqued; after years in the field, he could read the tension in her body language.
B-15 didn't waste any time. She handed him the file, her expression serious.
"Something big is happening. Classified. But I knew you'd be the right person for the job."
Mobius raised his eyebrows, surprised but intrigued.
"Well, after some soul-searching and finding my way back to middle management in the TVA, I guess I am," he teased with a slight smile, the typical charm and dry humor that anyone working with him had come to expect.
Mobius had taken a leave of absence after Loki became the God of Stories and the Temporal Loom was restored to stabilise the infinite branches of the multiverse. This allowed Mobius time to reflect—time to search for the answers to his past and to figure out what he really wanted. But duty, and the strange allure of the TVA, had called him back. Besides, it didn't hurt that B-15 had risen through the ranks and was now his superior, a fact he found both amusing and genuinely proud of.
As he opened the file, Mobius scanned the document, his eyes quickly flipping through each page. After a moment, he paused, his brows knitting together in confusion.
"Hold on a minute, this universe is out of our jurisdiction, is it not?"
B-15 nodded, her expression firm.
"Yes. Sort of," she replied.
"Sort of?" Mobius asked, standing up from his desk, sensing this was more complicated than he initially thought.
"There have been developments from the higher-ups," B-15 explained, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. "They want us to investigate further. There's something going on that we need to understand."
Mobius rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a familiar headache creeping in.
"Wow. I didn't expect to get dragged into another bureaucratic mess so soon, but here we are."
B-15 offered a sympathetic nod as she responded.
"As you know, or might remember from your previous time here, the TVA doesn't directly deal with this specific timeline." She paused for effect. "It was agreed that another division would manage it—one we have a... relationship with."
Mobius's expression turned from confusion to realisation.
"The DMSI, right?" he asked, referring to the Disney Multiverse Security Initiative, the secretive division known for overseeing some of the more fantastical and unstable timelines in the multiverse.
"Affirmative," B-15 replied, clearly relieved he'd caught on quickly.
Mobius let out a long sigh, running his hand through his hair.
"This is going to be a doozy, isn't it?" he mused.
"Spot on yet again," B-15 retorted, the barest hint of a smile playing at her lips. "I'll leave you to read over the file. You might want to get up to speed with Universe 10005."
Mobius flipped open the file, scanning it with a practiced eye, only to let out another sigh of resignation.
"Let me guess…" he muttered loudly. "Deadpool?"
B-15 was already walking toward the exit, but she heard him loud and clear. She called back without turning around, "Enjoy, Mobius!"
He glanced around, shaking his head in disbelief as the door clicked shut behind her. Then, with a resigned sigh, he slapped the file back onto his desk and placed his hands on his hips, staring down at the stack of documents.
"My first real case back, and it's a Deadpool variant," he grumbled to himself. "Oh, Wade... Why do you have to get involved with shadowy figures like Evelyn Cross?"
His gaze drifted back to the file. He knew what he had to do next. As much as he hated dealing with Deadpool's unpredictable antics, something about this case didn't sit right with him. Deadpool wasn't just some random anomaly in Universe 10005—there was something bigger at play. And if Cross was involved, the stakes were higher than ever.
With a resigned chuckle, Mobius grabbed the file again and got to work. The multiverse wasn't going to fix itself, after all.
Enchanted Dominion CASTLE - KINGDOM HEARTS UNIVERSE
The dark corridor opened into a dimly lit dungeon, shadows clinging to the stone walls like a forgotten memory. Maleficent stepped out first, her presence commanding as ever, followed by Deadpool and Aqua. Deadpool's white eye lenses widened beneath his mask as he surveyed the gloomy surroundings.
"I like what you've done with the place," Deadpool teased, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Has a real 'villainy chic' vibe going on here. You know, 'torture-chamber-meets-HGTV'. Very you."
The dungeon certainly had a depressing atmosphere. The stone walls were lined with strange, dark artefacts, and the flickering torchlight did little to alleviate the sense of foreboding. It was Maleficent's sanctuary—her safe haven amidst the chaos of the broken and apocalyptic world outside.
"This is the lower level of the Enchanted Dominion ," Maleficent explained, walking toward what seemed to be another room deeper in the dungeon. "My magic has protected this place so far, and I do not intend to let the out-of-control forces of the DMSI destroy it."
Aqua couldn't shake the unease that crept over her. She cast a wary glance at the various artefacts lying about, each one radiating a faint malevolence. The dim lighting and oppressive atmosphere weighed heavily on her spirit.
Deadpool, noticing her discomfort, turned to Aqua.
"Oh, come on, Aqua. You've been in dungeons worse than this. Remember that time you were in the Realm of Darkness? Or that one time you got lost in here?"
Aqua raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
"Deadpool, how do you get this information?" she asked.
"Hold on, I'' show you," Deadpool replied.
With a dramatic flourish, Deadpool reached behind him and pulled out a small device from seemingly thin air—a PSP.
Aqua blinked in confusion, staring at the odd, unfamiliar object.
"What... is that?"
Deadpool held up the PSP with pride, grinning beneath his mask.
"This, my dear Aqua, is my way of knowing everything about your story. And also proof that I'm basically Kingdom Hearts Jesus."
Aqua's skepticism was clear as she leaned in to get a better look.
"Prove it," she remarked.
Deadpool nodded enthusiastically as he turned the device on, only to be met with a frustratingly slow loading screen. The device whined and lagged, clearly not handling the pressure of Deadpool's grand reveal.
"Crappy thing," Deadpool muttered, shaking the PSP with impatience as it struggled to boot up. "Give it a minute. It'll load. Eventually."
Aqua crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed.
"I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this... wasn't it."
Before Deadpool could defend his PSP's honour, Maleficent's voice echoed from the room ahead, her tone sharp and impatient.
"Are you going to keep us waiting?" she shouted.
Deadpool and Aqua exchanged surprised glances.
"Us?" they said in unison.
Curiosity piqued, Aqua moved ahead, following Maleficent's voice into the next room. Deadpool, still fiddling with his PSP, trailed behind. As they entered, they were met with an unexpected sight—a group of survivors, looking battered but alive. Pete stood by the doorway, grumbling as usual. Chip and Dale were near a makeshift table, chattering quietly with Scrooge McDuck, who was pacing, his cane tapping the stone floor. And sitting quietly in the corner, her icy aura barely restrained, was none other than Elsa.
Deadpool's eyes lit up behind his mask as he took in the odd mix of characters, as though he'd just walked into a surreal, post-apocalyptic episode of House of Mouse.
"Oh my fuck, this is perfect!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his excitement. "It's like House of Mouse: Dystopia Edition! All we're missing is Mickey playing a sorrowful piano tune while Goofy tries to scavenge supplies."
Pete, his usual scowl deepening, crossed his arms and growled in annoyance.
"Who is this clown? Do we look like we need a comedian at this time?"
"Woah, pump the hate brakes, Jim," Deadpool teased, clearly referring to Pete's voice actor, Jim Cummings. "I don't want you to go all dark and moody on me, but if you do, at least keep it PG for the mouse."
Pete grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, folding his arms tighter in frustration, his patience already thinning with every word that came out of Deadpool's mouth.
Sensing the tension but unfazed, Deadpool pivoted on his heel and did a quick scan of the room, his typical bravado in full force as he sized up the strange group of survivors. With an exaggerated flourish, he began pointing them out one by one.
"Alright, alright, let's see who we've got in this little survivors' club."
He pointed to Scrooge McDuck first, who was grumbling about lost fortunes and ruined investments.
"First off, we've got the one and only Ebenezer Scrooge, moneybags himself. How's the stock market treating you in this dystopia, McDuck? Any chance you've diversified into magic beans?" Deadpool asked.
"If ye keep flappin' yer gums like that, lad, I'll be teachin' ye the true meanin' o' economic downturn with me cane!" Scrooge snapped, his Scottish accent thick with irritation.
Deadpool raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning beneath his mask.
"Whoa, easy there, David Tennant! Big fan, by the way—loved you as Doctor Who."
Scrooge furrowed his brow, utterly perplexed.
"What in blazes are ye on about, lad? Who's this Doctor and why's he so important?"
Deadpool waved it off with a casual shrug.
"Ah, never mind. Timey-wimey stuff. You wouldn't get it." He leaned in slightly, adding with a smirk from under his mask, "But hey, let's not make me the next thing on your list of annoyances—right after taxes and global recessions."
Scrooge narrowed his eyes but said nothing, clearly unimpressed by Deadpool's antics, though he was at least distracted from the rising tension.
Next, Deadpool's gaze fell on Chip and Dale.
"And what do we have here? The Rescue Rangers? Oh man, now we're talking. Tell me you guys have some sort of last-minute Deus Ex Machina invention that's gonna save the day. Maybe a really big acorn?"
Chip and Dale both looked up at Deadpool, blinking in confusion before Dale spoke up, his usual upbeat tone slightly tinged with nerves.
"Uh… we're still working on it," he admitted.
"Figures, you did always need Gadget," Deadpool muttered, before his eyes landed on Elsa, who sat quietly in the corner, her icy aura noticeable even in the dungeon's gloom.
"And finally, the Ice Queen herself! Didn't expect to see you in the line-up. Hey, how's Arendelle holding up in this post-apocalypse? Still throwing epic ice parties?"
Elsa, unimpressed by Deadpool's antics, gave him a cold stare, though there was no malice behind it.
"We have more pressing matters to deal with," she replied coolly.
Deadpool put a hand to his chest, feigning hurt.
"Ouch. Frozen out again."
Aqua, still trying to process the strange group and the tension in the room, stepped forward, ready to address the survivors.
"Look, I know things are bad right now," She said. "The DMSI has caused a lot of damage, but we can fix this. We just need to work together."
Scrooge's frown deepened, and his sharp eyes narrowed on Aqua.
"Aye, ye say that, but ye've brought nothin' but trouble since ye started meddlin' with things ye shouldn't."
Chip and Dale both nodded in reluctant agreement, while Elsa remained quiet, watching Aqua intently.
Pete finally spoke up again, his tone gruff and accusatory.
"We're here 'cause we ain't got much choice, Keyblade Master. The universe is fallin' apart, and most of it's 'cause of folks like you," he grumbled, his words thick with resentment.
Sensing the tension in the room was about to boil over, Deadpool jumped in, eager to de-escalate before things got too heated.
"Alright, alright, let's all take a deep breath here and chill the F out. Yes, Aqua's had her... ups and downs. But let's not pretend this whole mess is her fault. There's a puppet master in the background—a certain little lady named Evelyn Cross pulling all the strings. And trust me, she's way worse than anything Aqua's done. So how about we team up, take down the bad guys, and then we can all play the blame game over some victory cake back at Disney Castle? Sound good?"
Maleficent stepped forward, her eyes cold and calculating as she looked at Aqua.
"While I do agree with this clown, Aqua is partially to blame for this. She was reckless, but she was also misguided. Cross and the DMSI used her, twisted her actions to destabilise our universe. The Power of Waking, which Aqua foolishly meddled with, is now a force trying to tear our reality apart."
Pete folded his arms, not willing to let the conversation go without a fight.
"Yeah, fine, but why add this chump to the mix?" He gestured at Deadpool with clear disdain. "The clown in red and black doesn't look like he can save a universe. More like he'd make a mess of it."
Deadpool, undeterred by Pete's insult, placed a hand on his chest in mock offense.
"Oh, I will have you know, Captain Pete," he said, emphasising the nickname with a knowing grin from under his mas, "I saved my universe in my last adventure. My universe. Sure I had a hand in doing it with Hugh Freakin' Jackman, who—spoiler alert—was pretty awesome. And guess what? That little film just beat Iron Man 3 in gross profit. So yeah, suck on that, Robotnik!"
Pete blinked in confusion, narrowing his eyes.
"What in the heck are you talking about?" he asked, bewildered by Deadpool's behaviour.
Deadpool ignored him and turned to Aqua and Maleficent.
"Mind if I mess with this guy's head for a minute?"
Aqua and Maleficent exchanged glances, clearly intrigued by whatever madness Deadpool was about to unleash. With a shared shrug, they nodded.
"Go ahead," Maleficent said, her usual disdain tinged with curiosity. "He could use some humbling."
"Oh, this is gonna be fun," Deadpool declared, rubbing his gloved hands together in anticipation. "I'm a huge fan of Jim Cummings, by the way. And this is not a knock on him, the guy's got range. But Pete here is about to feel the full weight of my meta wit and fourth-wall-breaking prowess."
Pete, now thoroughly confused, took a step back.
"What the heck are you on about, clown?" he demanded.
Deadpool grinned widely beneath his mask.
"Oh, Pete. Let's talk reality for a second. You're standing here, in a crumbling universe, talking to a merc with a mouth, a sorceress, a Keyblade Master, a duck who loves money, two chipmunks who are engineers and an Ice Queen. And here's the kicker—none of this is real."
Pete blinked again, his brain struggling to keep up.
"What?"
Deadpool didn't let up as he continued.
"Oh yeah, you're not real. You're a Disney villain, buddy! Voiced by Jim Cummings, the legend who also voices Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. You ever think about that? One minute he's growlin' as you, the next he's bouncing on his tail, spreading wholesome vibes. Your whole existence? Fiction. Animated. Heck, you probably share a voice booth with Eeyore on off days."
Pete's face paled, his brow furrowing as he tried to process the verbal onslaught.
"That… that can't be true…"
"Oh, it gets better!" Deadpool continued, now circling Pete like a shark. "Not only are you not real, but you're part of a franchise. And not even the star of it! You're, what, third-rate villain material at best? Always playing second fiddle to bigger bad guys like Maleficent here, or the real mastermind, Cross. You're like the backup dancer of Disney villains. I mean, come on—what was your big claim to fame? Harassing the Mickey Mouse Club House members and losing repeatedly?"
Pete's face twitched, his knees wobbling.
"I… I'm important! I'm one of the classics!"
Deadpool snorted with a fake laugh before he continued.
"Oh, sure! Right up there with the greats. Mickey? Iconic. Goofy? Hilarious. You? A grumpy henchman who'll always play sidekick. Face it, Pete—you're filler. Background noise. And if this whole universe goes down, you won't even be remembered in the reboot!"
Pete's mind was visibly unravelling, the weight of Deadpool's relentless assault on his reality too much to bear. His eyes darted around the room, sweat pouring down his brow as he muttered incoherently. Then, with a final, strained gasp, Pete's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud.
The room went silent for a moment, everyone staring at Pete's unconscious form.
Aqua blinked, utterly baffled.
"What... did you just do?" she asked, turning her gaze to Deadpool.
Deadpool dusted off his hands casually.
"Told the truth, Keyblade Master," he admitted. "Plus, we don't need Petey-boy being all negative when the universe is literally going to shit. I figured a little existential crisis would do him some good. And now? Problem solved."
Even Maleficent, known for her disdain for almost everyone, couldn't help but let out a low chuckle.
"I must admit, as insufferable as you are, mercenary, I was growing tired of his incessant whining."
Chip and Dale glanced at each other, nodding in reluctant agreement, while Scrooge rubbed his temples, unsure of how to process what had just happened. Elsa looked somewhat impressed by Deadpool's skill of talking someone near to death.
"Wow, I made Maleficent laugh," Deadpool admitted, his eye lenses squinting. "Surely that means something, right?"
"Don't push it, mercenary," Maleficent responded coldly.
"Well," Deadpool said, clapping his hands together, "that was cathartic! Now, with Pete the Pest out cold, can we focus on saving this universe before it's too late?"
Aqua sighed, but even she had to admit, Deadpool had a point.
"Alright. Let's keep moving. The sooner we stop Cross, the sooner we can fix all of this," she declared.
"We are with you Aqua," Chip said with enthusiasm. "King Mickey would have wanted us to help you find your way back to the light and help save our home."
"Aye, you might have made a mess lassie, but you can count me in too," Scrooge added, eager to help.
"I don't really know you Aqua, but from what I can tell your heart is in the right place," Elsa admitted. "I can sense you did what you needed to do to find Sora, and he is indeed a special individual. Count me in to help us out of this mess."
"Let's fucking go!" Deadpool cheered, thrusting his fists into the air, eyes gleaming with excitement. "A second multiverse adventure needing saving by yours truly! The stakes are high, folks, but we got this! So… what's the plan?"
The mood in the room shifted instantly, like a balloon deflating as Deadpool's enthusiasm hit an abrupt brick wall. Chip, Dale, Elsa, Scrooge, and even Maleficent exchanged awkward glances, the air growing uncomfortably still.
"Plan?" Chip repeated, scratching his head, his face a mix of confusion and anxiety.
"Yes, my little Rescue Ranger friend, what's the game plan to stop Cross and the DMSI from obliterating you all?" Deadpool asked, waiting for what he hoped would be a brilliant answer.
Dale looked at Chip nervously, then back at Deadpool.
"Uh, yeah… about that," Dale stammered. "We, uh... kinda thought you two would have a plan."
Deadpool's froze in sheer disbelief, his eye lenses narrowing.
"You... don't... have... a plan?" He was speaking slowly, as if testing to see if he'd heard correctly.
Elsa sighed, stepping forward, her voice calm but tinged with regret.
"We were hoping you and Aqua had something."
Deadpool's jaw dropped from under his mask. The admission hung in the air like the smell of a burnt soufflé.
"You don't have a plan?" Deadpool repeated, his voice slightly rising as the reality hit him like a ton of bricks. "No plan? Chip, Dale, Elsa—Scrooge!" His gaze darted between them. "Seriously? None of you thought of a way to stop Cross and her DMSI cronies?"
Chip and Dale exchanged guilty looks, Scrooge rubbed his temples, and Elsa just shook her head softly, clearly knowing the answer was no.
"Sorry, but... we're all out of ideas," Elsa confessed, her voice tinged with genuine disappointment.
For a long, tense moment, Deadpool was uncharacteristically quiet, fists clenched at his sides. The air crackled with anticipation as everyone waited for him to speak. Even Maleficent eyed him with an air of curious apprehension.
"Deadpool?" Aqua asked, cautiously. She knew something was brewing.
"Lad?" Scrooge ventured, sensing the impending explosion.
"Speak, you utter fool!" Maleficent commanded with her signature coldness.
And then it happened.
"ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!" Deadpool exploded, his voice booming as his arms shot up in frustration. "You dragged us down to this—this apocalypse hideout with no plan? No plan? You were hoping we had a plan? Are you out of your minds?!"
The entire room stood frozen, the collective tension almost palpable.
"You didn't think—oh, I don't know—to come up with anything to stop Cross? I mean, look at us! We're a motley crew of heroes and villains! This should've been Avengers Endgame level teamwork by now!" Deadpool continued, pacing wildly. "But no, instead, you've turned this into a Disney-special-turned-post-apocalyptic-house-party, complete with Scrooge 'I'm-freaking-rich' McDuck and Elsa 'Let-It-Go' over here—" he jabbed his thumb at Elsa, "who can probably freeze an army but has no plan to take out Cross! And Chip and Dale? You've literally saved the world before! Where's your Deus Ex Machina?"
Chip raised his hand as if to explain, but Deadpool was already off on another tirade.
"And don't get me started on you, Maleficent! Big, bad Mistress of All Evil, huh? Can turn a dragon on command but didn't have the foresight to think, 'Hey, maybe I should have a plan to stop the universe from imploding?'"
Maleficent glared, her patience wearing thin, but even she seemed taken aback by the sheer force of Deadpool's outburst.
"You think the writer has time for this?!" Deadpool suddenly shouted to the ceiling, as if addressing an invisible audience. "The writer's got other stories to juggle, folks—blue hedgehogs with time travel issues, memory loss arcs, and now a universe that's literally about to go kaboom! But sure, let's leave the planning to me and Aqua because that makes total sense!" He turned to Aqua, his voice sharp but mocking. "We were about to find Cross and give her a solid Karen-level smackdown, but noooo, we got dragged here to a club of down-and-outs with no plan!"
Aqua, her frustration mounting, took a deep breath.
"Deadpool, calm down—"
"I am calm!" he shot back, arms flailing. "Well, calm for me, anyway."
"DEADPOOL!" Aqua's voice rose, cutting through his rambling.
Deadpool froze mid-rant, his eyes wide behind his mask.
"What, Willa? What is it?!"
Aqua crossed her arms, glaring at him.
"You're ranting again..."
Deadpool blinked under his mask, as if processing her words.
"Right, sorry," he muttered, taking a deep breath. "Guess I got caught in a loop. Happens sometimes. My bad." He ran his hands down his mask as if physically resetting himself. "Okay. Let's actually plan something. We need it, fast and urgent, before Cross presses the giant nuke button on this universe and reboots it to hell!"
The group, still recovering from Deadpool's verbal onslaught, exchanged confused looks. Even Maleficent, typically unflappable, raised an eyebrow at Deadpool's bizarre energy.
Chip, his voice small and tentative, spoke up.
"So… do you have a plan, then?"
Deadpool pointed a finger toward Chip.
"We'll get to that, rodent. Just—breathe. We're going to fix this. First, though…" He dramatically flung his arms out to the group. "I need you all to understand—this is not normal. I am not normal. And clearly, this universe is on the edge of a major meltdown."
Scrooge grumbled, "Aye, lad, we know that."
"And yet no one seems to be panicking! You should all be losing your minds right now!" Deadpool shouted. "But hey, that's fine. Leave it to me, Aqua, and… ugh, Maleficent over there to save the day. Again."
The room fell into a strange quiet as Deadpool finally stopped talking. Aqua sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, while the rest of the group tried to make sense of what had just transpired.
"You know," Elsa said slowly, "he does have a point."
Scrooge grunted in agreement.
"Aye. Even if he's daft, the lad's right. We need a real plan."
Maleficent, still taken aback, nodded slowly.
"Indeed. His methods may be… unconventional, but he's correct. Time is not on our side."
Deadpool smirked, pleased with the reluctant agreement.
"There it is. That's all I needed to hear. Now let's actually figure out how to stop Cross from resetting this universe."
Aqua gave a small, resigned smile.
"Alright. Let's figure this out. Together," Aqua said with determination.
Just before anyone could make a suggestion on where to start, a loud chime and buzzing broke the silence. Everyone looked around, confused, before their gazes slowly settled on Deadpool. He paused for a moment, eye lenses widening as he realised the buzzing was coming from his belt.
"Oh, my plot device is tingling," Deadpool quipped, reaching into one of his pouches to pull out a small gadget.
"Plot device?" Chip asked, blinking in confusion.
Deadpool held up the device, waving it around nonchalantly.
"Yeah, it's a thing Cross gave me. Helps detect anomalies and stuff. Pretty much the only useful thing that control freak managed to give me before she started trying to blow up the multiverse. So, you know, silver linings."
"But… won't that now be used against you?" Elsa asked, her voice calm yet cautious.
Deadpool stopped, freezing mid-motion as her words sank in. His eye lenses darted from the device, back to Elsa, back to the device, and then back to Elsa again. His whole body stiffened as the realisation hit him.
"Oh… crap," he muttered.
Aqua leaned in, eyes narrowing.
"What does it mean?" she asked
Deadpool's voice took on a slightly panicked tone.
"It means Cross can track me through this thing!"
The group looked in disbelief and gasped.
"What?" Scrooge barked, his voice filled with confusion and irritation.
"I know, right!" Deadpool echoed, flabbergasted. "She's probably watching us right now—eating popcorn, laughing maniacally, and pressing buttons to send more bad guys our way!" He shook the device like it was some cursed object, trying to rid himself of the bad vibes. "Great. Just great. This whole time, I've been carrying around my own personal GPS for evil!"
"Fool. You've not only been leading her directly to us, but you've endangered the entire group," Maleficent snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.
Deadpool rolled his eyes under his mask, not missing a beat.
"Hey, no need for the lecture, lady. I already feel like I've been cast as the comic relief in my own horror movie."
Before anyone else could respond, a dark corridor materialised in front of them, swirling with ominous energy. The group stiffened, sensing that whatever was coming, it wasn't friendly.
"Fan-fucking-tastic..." Deadpool muttered, shaking his head in exasperation.
"What do we do now?" Chip squeaked, looking nervously around the group.
Aqua's face hardened with determination as she summoned Rainfall, her Keyblade shimmering in the dim light.
"We fight," she declared, her tone resolute.
Deadpool smirked, twirling Bea and Arthur before positioning himself beside her.
"Thea Queen is right, folks," he said, referencing his favourite Arrowverse character. "Whoever can fight, that is."
Elsa and Maleficent exchanged glances, an unspoken agreement passing between them. Without a word, they stepped forward, joining Aqua and Deadpool in preparing for the incoming assault.
Scrooge, Chip, and Dale, however, stood frozen in uncertainty, clearly not as eager to dive into the fray. Deadpool turned toward Scrooge with a mock scowl.
"Oh, come on! I played DuckTales on the NES, Scrooge. You can brawl when you need to!" Deadpool remarked, trying to rally the old duck.
"Laddie, I'm an old man," Scrooge admitted with a sigh. "And I've not the strength for brawlin' these days."
"And we don't have weapons!" Dale added, looking even more nervous.
Deadpool groaned dramatically, positioning himself for the fight while keeping an eye on the swirling dark energy in front of them.
"The Rescue Rangers… running from a fight. That's a bummer," he sighed, giving an exaggerated shake of his head. "Fine, you three go hide. Me, Agnes Andrews, Idina Menzel, and not Angelina Jolie will fend off these DMSI goons."
The group couldn't help but glance around at each other, briefly taken aback by Deadpool's wild, meta-referential remarks, but the tension quickly returned as the dark corridor began to shimmer with dark figures emerging from the swirling void.
Deadpool grinned beneath his mask.
"Alright, showtime."
Back with the TVA...
Mobius stood by the water cooler, casually sipping from a plastic cup, his mind briefly wandering away from the endless stack of TVA case files. He took a deep breath, enjoying the rare moment of calm. Just as he was about to take another sip, B-15 approached, her stride purposeful, her expression serious.
"Mobius," she said quietly, eyes darting around as if someone might overhear them.
Mobius glanced around the empty room, raising an eyebrow.
"B-15, something up?"
She leaned in slightly, her voice just above a whisper.
"Something's going on in that classified universe."
Mobius blinked, his laid-back demeanor faltering just a little.
"You mean Universe D13?"
"Shhh!" B-15 hissed, her eyes widening as she looked around again.
Mobius couldn't help but chuckle.
"B-15, no one's here. What, is the water cooler going to report us?" He shrugged and took another sip of water. "And what's with that universe and the number 13, anyway? Always feels like bad luck just saying it."
B-15's patience was running thin.
"Just follow me," she remarked.
Mobius sighed dramatically, tossing his cup in the trash.
"Okay, but I was on a break. You know, water cooler time. Very important part of the job."
B-15 turned as she walked, shooting him a glare.
"Just move, Mobius!" she ordered.
"Alright, alright, I'm moving." Mobius grinned, falling in line behind her as they briskly walked down the hall.
His curiosity had been piqued, though he wouldn't let on just yet. Something was clearly happening in Universe D13, and whatever it was, it probably wasn't good.
Sorry on the delay on this chapter, I've been busy with life and my other story arc.
So, we have a rag tag group now to help Deadpool and Aqua, which should give them some help... right?
The TVA are now getting involved, even though this universe does not sit with them. Also, good to see Mobius back. I know he left after Loki Season 2. But, I wanted to bring him back for one last adventure.
What will come through the dark corridor? The next chapter should be a blast.