[M] A Gloomy Town

[Deadpool]

Something was wrong.

My Healing Factor . . . Deadpool looked at his palms—his bloody palms—as fresh blood gradually coursed through repaired veins, and brought a couple lapses of vertigo with it. The mercenary whipped his head to quell the sensation, but only exasperated it. He swayed back and forth a bit, as if about to collapse, but caught himself. This isn’t normal, he thought; usually, his regenerative abilities were seamless and left no hangover.

He remembered what he learned from Gingy’s phone the night before: Omniverse had nerf’d the fuck out of him. And as that settled in, an irritated grunt escaped his lips as his world slowly stopped spinning from dizziness. Well, this isn’t good. Not good at all. If I don’t get this fixed soon I’m gonna be a fucking zombie.

Not the Walking Dead type though, I would hope I’m at least cooler than that.

Then he noticed the staff in the corner of his peripheral—the large lollipop Gingy had used to bash him over the head with. He reached down and tweezers-handed it off of the floor. What the fuck is his made out of, penny candy? he pondered, gliding a hand across the circumference of the candy, and then balled a fist to knock on it. It was hard as a rock, and unlike most candies, smoother than a baby’s ass—devoid of any adhesive most that candies developed over time.

Before the mercenary could examine the lollipop any further, groans from across the room sent his eyes darting. Gingy slowly wobbled back to his feet, with a forearm leaned on the wall for support. His head was sunken deep into his abdomen as be stood bent over, panting lightly like a smoker trying to hide his or her fatigue. He slowly erected his stance, revealing a smear of white icing from his eye tread down to his cheek, where the blow must have landed; along with the dick scribbled on his forehead, he looked like a drunken college girl that just finished a gangbang.

XD