"Awww!! You mean you really wanna sleep with me again???"
In the middle of zombie shopper violence, Deadpool has a moment. At first it's a moment of staring at her in surprise, and then he has warm fuzzies. Sure, he'd had a good idea she was happy after last time, but he also knew what he was. He was a fling, especially if you were drunk enough to overlook his ghoulish features. He definitely was not relationship material. So someone like Roxy, who he'd become somewhat attached to himself, suggesting she might want more than the one time in the love tunnel meant something.
Unfortunately, the zombies did not have a warm fuzzy, and kept on advancing. In fact, they manage to shove Roxy to the ground and..and step on her?!?. Deadpool's eyes narrow, which in true comics fashion mean that the eyeholes of his mask also narrow, and he feels a cold sense of fury filling him. Before, he hadn't really been shooting to kill in case these were real people under some kind of spell. But now...
He puts a bullet in each girl's head, then up the large man's ass at such an angle as it hits the heart and stops him dead immediately. Then he proceeds to murder everyone in a ten foot radius of Roxy with equal precision, dropping bodies to the floor left and right until he runs out of bullets.
"Side note to self, take advantage of black friday sales to stock up on bullets."
Then he whips out his arm-katana from the very first story prompt he did on this community. For those not in the know, he ripped his own arm off, breaking it in such a way as to have the arm bone come to a sharp point. Naturally, he's since worked on sharpening it further and peeling away the flesh. Whoo boy, if Maleficent was still here to see it, she might fangirl him for how dark and necromantic it is. Once his makeshift sword is ready (do they sell swords in malls? he might have to get legit hardware if so), he goes to work slicing and dicing and keeping a perimeter around Roxy. His little bracelet was probably gonna go so very red after this, but it wasn't like he cared what color it was.
cw: zombie shopper violence, murderdeathkill
In the middle of zombie shopper violence, Deadpool has a moment. At first it's a moment of staring at her in surprise, and then he has warm fuzzies. Sure, he'd had a good idea she was happy after last time, but he also knew what he was. He was a fling, especially if you were drunk enough to overlook his ghoulish features. He definitely was not relationship material. So someone like Roxy, who he'd become somewhat attached to himself, suggesting she might want more than the one time in the love tunnel meant something.
Unfortunately, the zombies did not have a warm fuzzy, and kept on advancing. In fact, they manage to shove Roxy to the ground and..and step on her?!?. Deadpool's eyes narrow, which in true comics fashion mean that the eyeholes of his mask also narrow, and he feels a cold sense of fury filling him. Before, he hadn't really been shooting to kill in case these were real people under some kind of spell. But now...
He puts a bullet in each girl's head, then up the large man's ass at such an angle as it hits the heart and stops him dead immediately. Then he proceeds to murder everyone in a ten foot radius of Roxy with equal precision, dropping bodies to the floor left and right until he runs out of bullets.
"Side note to self, take advantage of black friday sales to stock up on bullets."
Then he whips out his arm-katana from the very first story prompt he did on this community. For those not in the know, he ripped his own arm off, breaking it in such a way as to have the arm bone come to a sharp point. Naturally, he's since worked on sharpening it further and peeling away the flesh. Whoo boy, if Maleficent was still here to see it, she might fangirl him for how dark and necromantic it is. Once his makeshift sword is ready (do they sell swords in malls? he might have to get legit hardware if so), he goes to work slicing and dicing and keeping a perimeter around Roxy. His little bracelet was probably gonna go so very red after this, but it wasn't like he cared what color it was.