Deadpool's Point Of View

I laid back in the chair, propping my feet up on the table. I looked up at the ceiling of which had become littered with gum.

So worth it!

That poor...poor bastard.

"Humanity is disgusting..." I muttered. I looked at Francis, not knowing if he heard me. "I didn't mean to offend ya sweetheart!" I added, batting my eyes at Francis.

I'mma hoooooooooooorrrrnyyyyy tonight!

Francis looked down at his wrist then looked at me. "I think it's time......." Francis scooted his chair back. I watched as he stood up, both of us staring at one another in the eyes. He walked behind the chair, pushing it to where the seat went underneath the table. I put my feet down on the floor and propped an elbow up on the table, resting my chin on my palm. I smiled at Francis. "We haven't even gotten to the best part yet!" I announced, jumping on top of my seat. I stepped onto the wooden table, towering over Francis. I felt my smile grow into a grin. I chuckled then jumped down off the table and onto the floor. I wrapped an arm around Francis's throat, still smiling.

Oh how I've waited for this mere moment!

"Besides the kiddos back home would love to see you die once again!" I blurted out. Francis's calm dementor turned worried. I chuckled and slapped the back of his head. Francis rubbed the back of his head and decided to look at the floor. My chuckling must've gotten him unnerved. I took a breather then let out a sigh. "Oh.......oh.....what timeline are we in again?" I asked myself in a whisper. "Thank God I'm not in his mental state." I heard Francis whisper.

Bitch, what you say?

Not here, not now!

Correct.

"Well, I guess this is where we part our ways ol' fiend." I said, putting my hands on my hips. I still had that grin on. I had many daydreams about this. Just watching Francis die. That poor bastard really deserves what's comin' to him. I heard a bell ring in the distant. I looked over to the glass front doors to see Francis's figure leave into the evening. "Hey! Wait for me!" I yelled as I ran as fast as I could to the doors. I pushed them open, feeling the cool breeze of the night air. All seemed calm with the world so....so silent at this time. Wait...............Y/n! Oh shit! The date! I fucking forgot! Fucking Francis! My heart began to race. My whole body became overwhelmed with an anxoius feeling............one caused by......fucking Francis! If he were to see Y/n, the past would start again! Y/n....Y/n would be dead!

No............not gonna happen! Shit! Shit! Shit!

I took a moment to close my eyes and rubbed the sides of my head with two fingers.

I have to focus on the mission. Or missions.......now.

"Okay...........okay! He-He-He couldn't have gone far! Obviously? Okay......okay........okay." I shook my head to help straighten my thoughts. I looked up ahead to surprisingly see a familiar figure. Little hair, a dark trenchcoat, and symbols on his neck. The grin returned once again as I began to rub my hands together. "Time to make the chimi-fucking-changas." I announced. My hands flew to my katanas with my fingers wrapping around the katanas' handles. I pulled out my katanas, spreading my arms out. I noticed a bright light reflect off of one of the swords. I looked up at the sky, suprised at how late it had gotten. Time sure flies. I looked over at Francis, seeing him getting farther away. Not on my watch! I took off in a sprint, keeping my eyes on the target. The prize. I lifted my swords up, bringing them to his neck level. I brought them close together, watching as the blades came in contact with the skin. I watched as blood splurted out of his neck, with the katanas' blades lopping his head off. "I'm especially good at decapitating!" I sang aloud.

♪Heads roll for Deadpool♪

I grinned with joy as I watched the bastrad's body fall forward to the ground. "Oh my God!" I heard a fe/male's voice exclaim. I looked up from the corpse to see a familiar s/c looking fe/male with h/l, h/c in a h/s all dressed up fancy smacy. I inserted my katanas back into their hostlers as I just smiled awkwardly. Unfortunately, besides Y/n stood me. Deadpool. Yes, probably the same one as before. I bit my lip and began to back away. "Well shit." I whispered. Myself just looked at the now deceased Francis. His eyes went to look at me, a supposed 'imposter' in his eyes. He put a hand on one of his katanas, preparing for some kick-ass action. "Y-Y-Y-Y/n-Y/n-Y/n....stay back." Myself whispered to the distraught Y/n. S/he stepped back a couple of feet, reaching into his/her pocket for his/her phone. Myself began to approach me in small steps, probably mocking the classic tip toe. I just stood there, with my feet taking a step back. "Oh.......shit. Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" I exclaimed. I turned around, taking off in a mad dash. I turned my head to look over my shoulder to see myself running after me, katanas drawn.

Let's just go with Death. Why won't we just accept that as a fact?

Awwww, why can't we have something a lil' more......I don't know...alive?

Sigh....s/he don't know she's beautiful.

♪They'll hunt me down in study hall♪

♪Stuff and mount me on the wall♪

I felt a weigh on my shoulders all of a sudden. I looked down to see my face colliding with the street. My face ran into the street, leaving bruises and a injured jaw. I clenched my teeth together. My eyes went to a boot that rested itself on the side of my face. "You dense motherfucker!" I hissed. "Now...tell me...........me!" Myself said. I watched as he put a hand on one of his many guns. "What are you?" Myself asked.

You have something else comin' bub!

"Would you like the short answer? Or the long, complicated answer that spans over half of this chapter?" I mocked. "Hey!" I felt a swift kick in the face. "Ow!" I cried out. A warm liquid began to come out of my mouth as well as my nose. The liquid filled my mouth, notifying me of the bloody issue. Foruantely, I wore red today. Now I'm really wishing that I wore the brown parts too. "Not in front of the lady/gentleman." Myself whispered, pointing over to Y/n. "S/he'll think me crazy!" Myself added. "Well, news flash jackass!" I yelled. "I'm pretty sure s/he thinks of us already!" Myself gasped then paused, putting a hand on his chin. I looked down at one of my pouches to see something shiny stick out. Right! The moonlight! I looked up at myself who looked down at me. "Like.......................like in bed?" He asked. I grinned and nodded. "And you're gonna enjoy it." I said, looking at the red head from the restaurant while also pointing. Her face turned red as she looked down at the ground, debating in her head. My attention then went back to my pouch. I crept a hand toward the shiny object. I kept an eye on myself as well. Knowing me, he would react violently if he saw what power I had.

"For you, I'd probably say you would have a 6 out of 10 chance of you and Y/n hooking up. Wink, wink!" I said, pointing over to the red head all curled up in the fetal position. "You're........You're teasing!" Myself said. "Our histories would show us otherwise. The fan base, the fans, the big breasted naked woman who claims to be your biggest fan." I would have gone on but he looked pleased to hear all that. "Now jackass, will you please get off me?" I asked. "Hmmmmmm............" Myself responded. He placed a hand on his chin to think.

Let's just end this motherfucker's lifu.

I looked down to see my hand slowly pulling out the watch. My eyes went back to him, locked on him. If he played any tricks, then I would know. I could feel the watch in my palm now. I looked down to move my thumb to the time. Foruantely, they wouldn't remember any of this.

Probably.

Bye cuties!

"Well.......I really hate to stay out late," I lifted up one of my legs, forming a knee. I used my elbows to prop myself up onto my ass. I slid my ass across the pavement to get a good distance away from myself. I then ran at myself, using my knee to knee him right in the sweet, precious balls. His hands immendiatly flew to his balls, covering them as he collasped on his knees. "Oh! Your poor wife!" I exclaimed. I then slammed my fist onto a button. I watched as electricity surrounded me. Y/n just stood there with her/his ear to his/her phone. "Don't worry!" I yelled.

"You'll thank me later!" I added.

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Okay.
I swear the next chapter or two will be the last to involve this whole timeline biz.
'Cause, it's kinda getting frustrating to push off the fun ideas to the side.
I'm thinking of maybe doing 40+ chapters.
IF I HAVE THE MOTIVATION OR IDEAS!
~I.H.