So, everyone is split on why the fight is happening. There are those who believe that the fight is not truly the season finale, and there are those who are upset that there won't be any more fighters coming in after this, and then there are those who don't give a shit.
Nobody really wanted to pick a side as to who would win. Nobody really did know who to pick. Anybody who actually did want to pick a winner was unable to do so.
So, they did the next best thing: They decided to call a casualty.
Everyone chose the same casualty.
The Fourth Wall.
Let's take a look as to what everyone else is thinking.
"AND STAY OUT!"
Zoro got kicked out of the women's restroom. Seriously, somebody give that guy a GPS or something.
"Eh, whatever. I was looking for the mess hall anyways. I could go for some chow." He mumbled, "Now, where the hell is that place?"
"Two doors down, second hallway to your left."
Zoro turned around, "Who the hell are you?"
The person raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"
Zoro shrugged, "I don't have a clue who you are, buddy."
"Wha- You don't kno…" Vegeta stumbled, "I am VEGETA! Prince Of ALL Saiyans!"
"Is that some kind of frat or something?" Zoro asked, "And why are you talking to me?"
"Eh, I just thought that you were interesting is all." Vegeta shrugged, "Plus, I might be hallucinating or something, but I think you sound like me."
Zoro raised an eyebrow, "No, I'm pretty sure you sound like me."
"Pretty sure you sound more like me." Vegeta twitched.
"No, you sound like me!" Zoro 'countered.'
"I'm starting to think that we should have a funeral for the fourth wall."
Bayonetta, who was in the middle of reading a fashion magazine, looked over towards Tracer, blinking in surprise, "Why?"
"Well, it's just that-" Tracer started, before getting interrupted.
"No," The Umbra Witch clarified, "I meant why are you only thinking about doing that? Mega Man is already gathering pallbearers for the poor thing."
"Oh. Well, you can add me to that list. I won't mind it." Tracer admitted.
Bayonetta nodded to answer Tracer's question, "Some of us are going to give a speech for the poor dear. Did you want a spot? I can always ask Bowser to make space."
"Wait, why is he organizing the funeral?" Tracer asked, surprised at the new revelation.
"He holds funerals for every one of his troops that falls in battle," Bayonetta answered, "He knows each and every one of their names. Why else would they work for him despite the risks?"
"I… I never knew that." Tracer admitted. She remembered all those goombas and koopas that she had stomped on when she played the games as a kid, and started to feel sorry for them.
"They're all in the Underwhere, a place where they go when 'their game ends.'" Bayonetta added, "It's actually not a bad place. It's just so utterly boring there."
"Ooh," Tracer flinched, "Where do the good guys go?"
"They go to a place called 'Overhere.' It's generally nice and full of fluffy clouds. You'd love it, it's all sunshine and rainbows." She quipped.
"Hey! I don't just do the 'sunshine and rainbows' bit!" Lena protested.
"Uh huh, just keep telling yourself that, luv." Bayonetta teased.
"Ugh! I'm telling you, I'm not!" Tracer continued to protest.
Bayonetta was having a little too much fun with the teasing, as she started to giggle a bit, "Whatever you say, luv. Whatever you say." She said in a playfully condescending tone.
"Gruh!" You're so annoying!" Tracer huffed.
"Now you know how that sniper girlfriend of yours feels."
"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!"
X: Ugh, fuck my life.
Pinkie: Language!
Wade: Your life isn't hot enough to fuck.
Pinkie: I said "Language!" Why doesn't anyone listen to me when I say "Language?"
Wade: Because you're you.
Pinkie: You don't have to be so full of yourself, you know!
X: Like he's going to take your advice.
Pinkie: What's that supposed to mean? I'm great at teaching humility.
X: No you're not.
Pinkie: Name ONE time!
X: I'll name three. One, "M", Two, "D", and Three, "W".
Pinkie: What's THAT supposed to-
Pinkie:
X: Suck it.
Wade: Wait, am I missing something here?
X: Don't worry about it, and take care of the disclaimer.
Wade: Does it stand for "Make Deadpool Win?"
X: If it'll get you to do the disclaimer, then yes.
Wade: Sweet! X here owns nothing. But you can probably get him a box to live in if you donate to his-
X: Did you know that this site censors that other site's name?
Wade: What? Let me see… , , .
Pinkie: Huh.
X: I thought I got you to shut up.
