Day Three

[Karl Jak]

Face to Face
#27 Deadpool vs #14 Mickey Mouse

The mouse seemed to be a thousand emotions at once—confused, angry, sad…

“Why’d you have to go and do that?” The merc-with-a-mouth joked, his tone conveying fake terror as the mouse continued to stare down at the broken, partially charred corpse of Delsin Rowe. “He was just tryin’ to murder-kill us, and you had to go and blast him with your death laser. I thought your parental controls prevented you from shamelessly and savagely murdering someone like this?!” Deadpool continued, overplaying his faux outrage as Mickey started to tremble with frustration and fear.

“I didn’t think… I thought he’d…”

“You didn’t think, did you?” Deadpool laughed as he clapped a hand on Mickey’s back. “Congratulations! I guess we can start calling this the Mickey Mouse MurderHouse now. That name’s probably more fitting given the fact that you’re now an official sociopathic killer.”

“Stop it, you’re not helping.” Mickey muttered. The mouse’s voice was weak and somewhat distant as he continued to look down at the young man’s corpse. Parts of Delsin’s body were still burning softly under the light of the rising sun.

“I mean, it’s not my fault you roasted him… speaking of roast,” with a grunt, Deadpool dropped into a squat next to Delsin and fished a rat corpse out of his bag. Whistling softly, the merc twirled the rodent a few times over the flames before chomping down into its midsection. Deadpool was going in for another delicious bite when he heard Mickey scream in fury. A beat later, the mouse jumped at the man, causing him to let out a laugh as he smacked against the ground.

The chuckling stopped when a fist slammed into Deadpool’s face. They continued to pepper the mercenary’s face as Mickey struggled to spit out his sentence. “You’re a… you’re a… you’re an ass!”

Deadpool let out a gasp and shot up, his hands shoving the mouse from him. “Now we got naughty words! What are you going to do next, Mickey… take up smoking? Think of all the children watching at home who just ran teary-eyed into their mother’s ample bosoms? Excuse me… titties. Ample titties.”

At that point, Mickey Mouse drew the Master Sword and glared up at the fully grown man chuckling down at him.

“That’s a mighty big sword you got there, Little Fellah.” Deadpool replied as he grabbed his shovel and started to toss it from hand to hand. “It’d be a shame if you tripped on it, you know? ‘Oh boy, that’d just be terrrribleeee’.” The mocking tone was enough to make the mouse charge the mercenary. With a clash of steel that sent sparks flickering through the air, their ‘blades’ met between them. “Golly gee, you’re tough for an anthropomorphic rodent,” Deadpool quipped as he shoved forward, throwing the mouse off balance.

Before Mickey could react, Deadpool cracked him in the side of the face with the shovel. When the mouse refused to go down, the mercenary swung again, and this time, the mouse crumpled into a heap on the gravel. “Oh, gee… it seems like you ran out of steam.” Hooking his foot underneath Mickey’s chest, Deadpool rolled the mouse over. As he did, a handful of dirt and rocks flew up at his face. Even as they splashed on his face, the man was already making the connection in his head. “Oh, dam—”

The Master Sword tore through Deadpool’s abdomen, causing the smart-mouthed merc to shut up for once.

“Language!” Mickey growled as tore the blade out and kicked the prime in the knee cap. Even as he fell forward, Deadpool lashed out with the shovel, which was all the proof the mouse needed to know that it was time to cut his loses. As Deadpool clutched at the very real—and very painful—wound in his gut, Mickey, a hand cradling his cranium, retreated from the park.

A strange friendship of opportunity had formed, been strengthened in battle, and gone horribly askew in the span of half an hour.

Such is the way of things in the Abyss.

[spoiler]Mickey Mouse has a mild concussion and some cranial bleeding – Minor Injury (+5 Damage)
Deadpool got stabbed through the gut – Minor Injury (+4 Damage)[/spoiler]