Third Point Of View

Heaven or hell. That became the choice for the confused and dead Y/n L/n. Y/n stood face to face with Death, a scary entity. The skeleton didn't blink nor smile as a greeting. Y/n had trouble to remain the same. Death just stared, waiting. Studying. "Where? Am? I?" Y/n asked, with a noticeable worry in his/her voice. "Child, this is Limbo." Death responded, her voice strangely soothing. Panic set in for Y/n. Y/n couldn't accept that as a fact that s/he had passed. "Would you?" Death approached Y/n. Death put a hand on Y/n's shoulder. Y/n looked down at the ground. "I would like to see what happens." Y/n responded. Death nodded and snapped her fingers. Glowing screens floated by, showing scenes from Y/n's old life. Some, not clearer than the last. Y/n felt something odd about this lifetime. Almost.......as if s/he still had time left. Y/n turned his/her head to Death. Death stood with open arms as a last way of a goodbye. Y/n approached Death, a bit worried about what could come. "Nothing to fear child." Death whispered.

Y/n stepped forward. The floor then felt suddenly unbalanced. An opening formed below Y/n's feet, causing Y/n to fall through. Y/n looked up at the scary skeleton up above. The skeleton waved from the clouds above as Y/n just fell. Y/n looked down to see her/his body sleeping in a bed. Y/n watched as s/he fell through several apartment complexes to reach her/his body. The attraction to the sleeping body seemed to calm Y/n, knowing that this could restart her/his last few days. Y/n closed his/her eyes shut and entered into the sleeping body. The world around Y/n looked black. Y/n panicked about how s/he had died the minute s/he arrived back. Foruantely, Y/n opened her/his eyes, awakening Y/n from the nightmare of death. Her/His heart still beat but, that still didn't stop the panicking. But, Y/n had one question. What killed Y/n L/n last?

Deadpool ran up and down the streets, wondering what effects had taken place. He fidgeted with Cable's time watch with each attempt ending badly. It needed time to memorize. Deadpool thought he could've been a day late! Thanks to the restarted timeline, all old mistakes could be avoided. Deadpool ran down to his apartment, knowing that today had become the day when Deadpool became a ticking time bomb. Deadpool had a limited memory of the current past. All he knew, were the missions he needed to do. Cable couldn't be found anywhere in the world, foruantely. It got Deadpool some time. For now.

Deadpool stopped to see himself walking down the sidewalk. Deadpool quickly flipped the switch and jumped into a garbage can. He popped his head out of the can but quickly popped back in. Himself began to approach the garbage can while whistling. The lid lifted up, letting light in. A greasy and wet bag fell on top of Deadpool, suffocating him. "Ah shit!" Deadpool exclaimed, feeling some wet, mushy substance right by his face. Knowing himself, it could've been legit shit. The lid covered over top of Deadpool's hiding spot, trapping the fumes in with him. Suffocating yes, worth it? No. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe?

Hearing the fading of footsteps, Deadpool pressed his palms up against the garbage bag, pushing it up. He picked it up into his arms and dumped it onto the ground beside the trash can. Deadpool pulled himself out of the trash can and jumped onto the ground. "Ouch......." Deadpool muttered as he breathed in some fresh, less smelly, less toxic air. Apparently, it smells like sunshine everyday! Deadpool peaked his head out of the alley way, looking back and forth down the sidewalk. Deadpool stepped out onto the sidewalk, ignoring his horrid body odor. Not really natural for some man who wished to impress the ladies. Deadpool walked on in the direction of his path that morning. He could surely recall most of it, especially meeting Y/n again. Wait, Y/n! Deadpool stopped dead in his tracks, remembering that crazy morning.

Chapter 3 got a bit intense. Even for me!

Now Wade, remember! If you prevent yourself from meeting Y/n again, you may never see her/him again!

The explosion helped us! It developed our feelings further!

Or maybe........that's what the creator wants ya to think!

Now this just gets confusing furthermore!

So.....how do we plan to do this?

What reason did we go back in time for?

To save the babe!

Thanks brain...

So...we let the date continue on but we kill Francis. At.......what street?

The classy café obviously!

Starbucks is so overrated. I prefer Taco Bell over Stunkbucks.

Eh......

Can we change the date?

Ah! Ah! Ah! Remember now? You must have everything else go well before! Before ya murder Francis.

Speaking of which! How do we plan on doing so? With explosions? With karate? Or! Or! My personal favorite-!

Something........less destructive. We wouldn't want yesterday to happen again!

Due to this timeline, yesterday had been tomorrow.

♪It's beginning to look a lot like murder♪

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I should've known writing fanfiction with time travel would get confusing.
And punny.
Also, I do not mean to offend any Starbucks lovers.
All for the sake of comedy baby!
~I.H.