"Who are you and where the hell am I?" Deadpool demanded, a pocket knife being pulled out and pressed against my neck. "Answer my goddamn question now or I will slit your throat, no matter how hot you are" "I'm (Y/N )"
You've just gotten kicked out of your moms house, and now you're stuck in some shady ass part of town in a shitty apartment. It seems like your life is officially fucked, and it can't get much worse. Or so you thought. Unfortunately for you, life is never so simple. It has to fuck you over in every way possible, and...
