Seriously!?!?

( Let me live....and also don't blame me for using the same character name as he is my ideal name TT)

(don't read this as this is extra speech from me having my comments and also it will be quite a sight to see as the story is made by a crazy guy like me who loves this kind of stuff -_-)

Start of the story-

Harley was lazily lounging on his sofa, flipping through the channels on his TV, trying to find something interesting to watch. It was a quiet evening in, and he was enjoying the peacefulness. Suddenly, a sharp and loud voice ringing in his head startled him. A blue hologram materialized in front of him almost instantly. Harley's heart rate spiked as he saw his name and other details displayed in the hologram, just like in a game's interface. He quickly sat upright, adrenaline pumping through his veins, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.   (writer:- happens?)

"What the hell is this?" Harley muttered, his voice cracking slightly with surprise. He squinted at the hologram, trying to make sense of the strange phenomenon that just happened in front of him. He tentatively reached out a hand, attempting to touch the hologram, only to find that his hand passed through it, leaving a ripple in the air that quickly faded away.

Harley's eyes widened as he noticed a button at the bottom of the hologram, with options only saying "Accept" and the words "Character gacha" written above it. His mind was racing to make sense of what he was seeing. He was suddenly faced with a decision, one that could have unforeseen consequences.

Harley hesitated for a brief moment, wondering if he was just having a very realistic dream. But the hologram in front of him seemed all too real for it to be just a figment of his imagination. He gulped and reached out a trembling finger towards the "Accept" button.            (writer:- He clicked it LMAO TT)

Harley, who was still trying to wrap his mind around the situation, heard a loud crash coming from his store room. Startled, he quickly got up from the sofa and cautiously made his way to the store room. It was a small, cluttered space filled with boxes and miscellaneous items. He stepped inside and froze in shock as he saw a figure of a man sprawled on the floor amidst the mess.

The man was wearing a red and black spandex suit, which was torn in several places, revealing glimpses of red, torn skin underneath. He sat up groggily, rubbing his head, and looked up at Harley. A manic grin slowly spread across his face as he realized he was not alone.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?" Deadpool said, his voice raspy from the impact of the fall. He looked up at Harley, assessing him.           (Writer:- didn't expect that did you people?)

"Looks like I've stumbled into a good ol' fashioned home invasion. And look at you, all dressed up for the occasion." He let out a hearty chuckle, which echoed in the small space.

Harley was still in a state of shock, not knowing how to respond to the situation. He stood there, gaping at the red and black spandex-clad man in his store room. He couldn't believe who was sitting in front of him.

Deadpool, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. He got up from the floor and dusted off his costume, wincing slightly as he noticed a particularly large bruise forming on his cheek.

"So, you're the owner of this fine establishment eh? Mind if I take a look around?" He began to leisurely saunter around the room, picking up random items and inspecting them before tossing them aside.

"Nice little place you've got here." He said, glancing around. "Lots of interesting knick-knacks. But it's a bit cluttered, don't you think?" He kicked away a stack of old newspapers, sending them flying across the room.

Harley was still stunned, trying to process the situation. As Deadpool continued to wander around, making himself at home, Harley's mind was racing. Who was this man? How did he end up in his store room? And most importantly, was this real, or was he having some sort of hallucination?

Deadpool, not getting a response from Harley, decided to take the initiative. He approached Harley and stuck out his hand.

"The name's Deadpool, by the way. But you probably already knew that, right? I mean, who hasn't heard of the merc with a mouth?"

Deadpool then turned to the camera and addressed the audience directly in a 4th wall break.

"And hey, audience, you're not seeing things. This is a real 4th wall break! Pretty awesome, right?"

Harley, who was still trying to wrap his head around things, finally found his voice.

"Did... did you just break the fourth wall?" he asked, his voice dripping with confusion and disbelief.

"Hell yeah, I did!" Deadpool exclaimed, clearly enjoying Harley's reaction. "I do it all the time, buddy. It's kind of my thing. The writers just love it, it's a whole schtick."

He chuckled, enjoying the flabbergasted look on Harley's face. This was the kind of reaction he lived for. He thrived on the chaos and confusion he caused.

"You see, I've got this little agreement with the writers," Deadpool continued, leaning against a pile of boxes. "I do the whole 4th wall break thing, and they make me look awesome. Win-win, right?"

Harley, still struggling to believe what he was seeing, spoke up.

"But... you're a fictional character. You're not supposed to be here. This is the real world, not some graphic novel or comic book."

Deadpool chuckled, clearly enjoying this whole situation.

"Fictional character, you say? Well, I don't know if you've noticed, but the boundaries between fiction and reality are a little bit blurrier than they used to be."

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I mean, I wouldn't have ended up in your store room if those boundaries were clear, right? Besides, who says fictional characters can't have a little fun outside their stories?"

Deadpool walked towards Harley, closing the distance between them.

"Just think of me as your special guest. A temporary visitor from the land of make-believe. Enjoy the ride, buddy. It's not every day you get to hang out with a living, breathing, regenerating mercenary."

Harley was torn. On one hand, he was fascinated. Here he was, face to face with one of the most popular characters from the Marvel Universe, who was cracking jokes and breaking the fourth wall in his very room. On the other hand, he was also terrified. What if he was right? What if this was all a dream and he would snap back to reality any moment now?

end of first chapter-

writer's note-

HEY PEOPLE!! , well i should not be that much happy but this is the first chapter and as it says , its clear twist and DEADPOOL? the hell i did! well it has a comedy tag so i will have to live up to it , you know?

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