#1 STOPWATCH

Chapter 6

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Wade

"No. That sounds like a bad idea. He might flip out if he finds out we tried to do that. We already pissed him off last night." Deadpool muttered to himself as he walked through the park. He ignored the odd glances he received from a handful of people as they passed by. They didn't know he was having an important conversation with he, himself, and I and it could stay that way.

Admittedly, he didn't personally like to associate the boxes as a true part of himself, he wasn't entirely convinced they were, even if he was told they were just the results of the experimentation and his general luck. Blowing his brains out didn't help... for long. Or at least it was finally dawning on him that he should find some other way of dealing with his demons.

(Uhg. But I need to know. Think of all the little details I could include in our imagination if we knew.) White whined like a needy little child.

[You're not going to find those sorts of things out. And it's still a bad idea.] Yellow argued. He, was the brains in this matter and disapproved of the idea quite thoroughly. The boxes were distinct in personality most of the time, but there were days they blended into one nasty entity.

"Let's do it."

But at the end of the day all was done and said to appease himself anyways.

(Yes!)

[The stupidity within this plan is going to literally be our unpleasant end.]

"Lighten up a bit, Yellow," he scolded as stepped aside to avoid walking into someone. "You know, I kinda miss when you were actually a Yellow box. Brackets are so boring."

[We both know that there isn't a format for that. Otherwise, I would be a box. Yellow as a lemon.]

Wade stopped dead in his tracks, tilting his head tilting his head to the side curiously as a thought came to mind. "Wait, Wait. So okay, why do people even call them "lemons"? Why don't they just call them "smut" or less confusing words?" Wade understood the topic was a dramatic shift, but the boxes understood where he was going and where he was coming from. "You know, I know that right now I'm just an image in your head and words on your screen but answer my question if you have an answer. Cause I'm not connecting the dots between a citrus fruit and special physical activities" The Merc said looking at a blank space from which he could feel he was being watched, causing more people to stare and take wide berths around him.

[Riiiiight. Anyway. Back to why this is a bad idea...]

Wade took out his phone, ignoring the boxes altogether as they kept rambling on. He needed to get down to business. Gloved fingers typed on the screen of his phone, pink kitten case drawing more attention from a few passersby. He entered a few words in the Search bar of the ever so beloved Google search engine, and the magical link he was looking for appeared along with 2 million other results within the .67 seconds it took Google to think. He tapped on the one that looked right and waited for the Bugle web page to pop up before he glanced through the tabs to find information on a certain someone. Almost all Spider-man photos were taken by a Peter Parker. Or at least all the good photos where the Hero wasn't anything but a blur.

"Peter Parker. Peter Parker. Peter. Parker." Wade hummed as he scrolled through the web page. A few seconds of franticly gliding his gloved finger over the screen when it decided to freeze before he was able to tap on the highlighted blue text that redirected him toward "Our Artists and Journalists."

[Because upgrading to at least having grippy fingertips on the gloves wouldn't be within your interests right?] Yellow sighed.

"Nope." The Merc answered chirpily, making sure to pop the "P" at the end of the word. He had zero interest in sewing special fingertips onto his gloves. He wasn't stupid enough to start that infuriating project.