"hello, wade," a soothing voice called from up the stairs.
wade looked up to see a figure without a face. the figure had a thin frame but they clearly worked out, wearing a tuxedo accompanied by a blue and red tie. wade grinned, rushing up the stairs about to hug the mysterious person before they disappeared and wade fell on his face.
groaning, wade sat up "what the fuck?" he asked to the thin air; he was alone, again.
the same voice from before now re-appeared, this time more shrill, "why do you try, wade? you're going to be alone forever, wade, it's useless- pathetic."
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wade woke up in a sweat, he chuckled as if he didn't have another one of his re-occurring dreams. he sat up and stretched, the bed he slept on was old and worn, he knew he needed a new one but before he would go out and buy one with the money he'd earn from being a mercenary, he would blow it on alcohol and crap he didn't need.
now, wade wasn't an alcoholic, no way, his healing factor would stop the alcohol from affecting him as soon as his chapped lips met the bottle. wade got out of bed, he was completely naked and his window was wide open for the whole world, or the buildings that were close enough by, to see- just how he hated it.
wade hated how he looked, but his constant jokes would probably send you another direction.
he went to the window to close it but not before someone shouted, "get some clothes on, you freak!"
wade cringed, but those words barely had an affect on him. he was used to it, all the slurs that were sent his way about how he looked. which was why any chance he got he would wear his suit.
he "suited up" before he left the room to find whatever he could to eat, leaving his mask just above his mouth to eat. he settled on the pizza he stole from some guy he was hired to kill last night. he took a bite of the cold food, as his home phone rang.
wade stoop up, knocking the chair he was sitting on over. he walked over to the phone, still eating the slice of pizza in his hand, and answered it.
"deadpool?" a deep voice asked from the other end.
"thats the name, don't wear it out."
"i have another job for-" the voice began but was cut off right after.
"text me the deets, ill be there. but first, how much?"
"depends on how well you do, deadpool," the voice sighed, tired of this exchange.
"1000 bucks and we got a deal," wade said.
"1000? are you crazy, man, i ain't got that much!" the voice was different, higher and more... pitchy. it made deadpool want to shoot himself.
"fine, hire someone else, man," wade mocked, not backing down.
"a-alright," they stuttered. "1000 dollars, paid upfront, im assuming?"
"great! now, who is it you want me to slaughter?"
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hoped u liked this chapter, hahahahah. :-)
peter will come soon¿¿ clearly
((i feel this is very ooc for deadpool?????? idk))
ya bye
