Forces of Infinity

"I am sorry to inform you all that my schedule has become too narrow and my drive too lacking, so it is at this moment that I am announcing the end of-"

BANG!!!!

I never got to finish what I was gonna say, because that's when a sharp and burning pain arrived in my shin. I let out a loud scream as I fell to the ground clutching my wounded leg. After a moment I looked to see that I'd been shot.

There were only two people in all of fiction that I knew were capable and driven enough to do this. One was Bill Cipher, but I knew it wasn't him because guns weren't his thing. The other was someone as infuriating as he was hilarious.

I don't need to tell you which one I was leaning towards at the moment.

"Did you really think I'd let you get away with it?" Deadpool asked. "That I'd let you just go ahead and let you end Forces of Infinity?! Sure, it's not as good as Avengers: Infinite Wars, but it's still good! and worst of all: you were gonna do it without ever putting me in!"

"Oh, for God's sake, Wade!"

"Say someone I actually worship."

"For Thor's sake, Wade."

"Much better."

"Didn't you look at today's date?!"

"No. Why would I--Ohhhhhhhhh. It's April Fools Day."

"Yeah."

"so, you weren't actually going to cancel the story?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why haven't you updated in three months?"

"Well, first of all, I binged watched both Avatar shows because I got Netflix in January."

"Okay, that makes sense."

"Second, I started my next semester, and that takes a lot of work."

"Yeah, that makes sense."

"Third, I'm also working on Watching the Cipher-Verse, which in the one year it's been out has become my most popular story. And it's easier to write and I love it. But I'm not abandoning this one. It's the first fanfiction I ever wrote, and I want to finish it. I just hit a wall half way through the next chapter and wasn't enthused to continue. But the inspiration's back, and I promise I'll update this month."

"Good enough for me," he shrugged and started to walk away.

"No no, hold on! You come fix this," I gestured to the bullet wound in my leg.

"Mandalore underscore the underscore Atreides..."

"Why did you say the underscores?"

"You know me. I'm not a man of science. I can't fix wounds. I only make them."

"Seriously? You're a mercenary, and you're telling me that you don't know how to treat wounds?!"

"Why do you keep shouting so much?"

"Because you shot me, motherfucker!" Then I took a deep breath, knowing that being angry wouldn't help me with this man. "Look, you have a tempad. Can you just go back in time and not shoot me?"

"Sure. But can you do me a favor first?"

"Go fuck yourself with a rusty pole."

"Do you have one?"

Despite my pain and frustration I couldn't help but laugh. so did he and all my anger dissipated.

"What's the favor?"

"Put me in. Properly."

"you should have asked me for something I wasn't already gonna do."

"For real?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Let's let the audience figure that out on their own."

"Fair enough. Alright, let's fix you up. By the way, what did you think of Brave New World?"

"I had fun."