Deadpool's Other worldly, Disaster ~ISEKAI!~

Prologue: Just Another Day in the Life of Deadpool

The sun hung high over New York City, casting shadows of skyscrapers onto the bustling streets below. It was a day like any other—

if you’re Wade Wilson, that is. And by that, I mean a day filled with gunfire, explosions, and more snappy comebacks than your average sitcom.

Deadpool sprinted down a crowded street, his red and black suit standing out like a sore thumb in the sea of pedestrians.

He was in hot pursuit of the villain du jour—*The Bumbling Bros*, a pair of third-rate bank robbers with more muscles than brains, and an unfortunate penchant for synchronized catchphrases.

"Stop right there, evildoers!" one of them yelled, flexing a bicep the size of Deadpool’s head.

Deadpool skidded to a halt, hands on his knees, panting theatrically. “Wow, that was... really original. I’m quaking in my boots. Damn it-"

" But You know what? Some kids are probably reading this- so it's better if we Let’s just call it a day and let the power of friendship win and I’ll let you guys go, and I’ll hit up that taco truck I saw a few blocks back.”

The brothers looked at each other, confused, their synchronized movements making Deadpool snicker.

“No? Not gonna take the deal?” Deadpool sighed, pulling out his twin katanas. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t offer a peaceful resolution.”

What followed was the kind of scene you’d expect—blood, gore, and limbs flying every which way, punctuated by Deadpool’s running commentary.

“And there goes an arm! -"

" Aaaah!"

"Ooh, you’re gonna feel that in the morning. Hey, don’t take it personally. I’ve lost a few limbs in my time too. It’s just a flesh wound!”

As the last of the Bumbling Bros fell to the ground, Deadpool wiped his blades clean on their costumes, which he critiqued for their terrible color scheme. “Seriously, red and green? What are you, Christmas mascots?”

That’s when he noticed it—a strange, glowing object lying amidst the wreckage of the bank the brothers had tried (and failed) to rob. It was small, roughly the size of a baseball, and pulsated with an eerie blue light.

“Ooh, shiny! I love balls” Deadpool reached down, picking it up without a second thought. “What’s this? Some kind of fancy paperweight? Or maybe a really crappy nightlight? "

He held it up to his face, inspecting it closely. “Nah, it’s probably nothing. Just another plot device to move things along. Right, readers?”

" - I mean, you are reading this because the title of the fan fic- is called -Deadpool- so, of course - you want to see where this *is* going-"

Without warning, the artifact began to hum, its glow intensifying until it bathed the entire street in a blinding light.

“Uh-oh. I know where this is going...fu-" Deadpool’s words trailed off as the light consumed him, his body dissolving into the air like a bad CGI effect. The last thing he saw was the confused faces of the pedestrians, frozen in mid-step, staring at the spot where he had just been standing.

When the light faded, Deadpool found himself somewhere very, very different. Gone were the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. In their place were cobblestone paths, medieval buildings, and a towering castle in the distance.

“Oh. My. God.” Deadpool groaned, looking around at the knights and peasants who were staring at him in shock. “I’m in one of those weeb animes, aren’t I?.."