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Being a young adult in the current world is quite hard. You learn to take care of yourself and your own bills and life in general. But learning to deal with that is hard, and getting work is hard. You need to have experience to get a job, but you get experience from having a job, and you’re pushed into a circle of death. Well not death, but one could say it felt like death. All the stress of not being able to eat or sleep really stressed anyone. And you, [Name] weren’t any different. You had your studies to pay too, and your rent, your food and your bills. Needless to say you were stressed out of your mind, atleast were. Since you got some work as a beta tester for games, you were finally able to pay for everything. It was quite different than what you were expecting, considering that most of the games were developed in Japan or China; it took a while for you to get your hands on any games. But you still got good money, and you got good money from playing games, that was a dream job for any stereotypical guy, or a less stereotypical girl, like you.

Well in the current world, girls like you weren’t all that rare. You weren’t that interested in dating or wearing make-up or dresses. But you kept yourself looking fairly fine at all times, and you aimed for a well paying job and good education. You loved to know things, and that was the exact reason you were so independent at this age already. You had great parents and a really lovely big brother, so you could’ve stayed home too. But the university you were attending to was in New York City so you left the comfort of your country home and travelled into the big wide world.

But that was a few months ago. You had settled down to your apartment in a high-rise, and to your new university. You had a nice set of few selected friends, and a wider range of followers and friends over the internet. You liked to record your beta testing, and people seemed to enjoy it, so you posted it whenever the game companies you worked with let you upload it. You had a lot of things to do, but you loved filming when you played, well not always but quite often. And you had a habit of playing through the games atleast once before filming them.

It was Saturday, you had stayed up late on Friday, and had just gotten up at 2 pm. Running your fingers through your [h/c] hair, you walked in the kitchen to prepare yourself some tea. You tried not to get into the habit of drinking coffee in the mornings, so it’d have more effect whenever you’d have to have to pull some all nighters. But you didn’t need to get any more energetic than you were, considering that today was the day. You skipped breakfast and almost ran into the living room, jumping to your couch and pulling a blanket over your legs. You laid the cup onto the table close by and grabbed your Xbox 360 controller, powering up that lovely console. That thing had a lot of emotional value to you. You had bought it years ago, and brought it from your old home to your new one. It had served you well, and still did. But what was the day that you were so eagerly waiting? Today, you got to test out ‘The return of Deadpool’. It was a sequel to Deadpool’s first game, surprisingly called ‘Deadpool; The Game’. He was such an interesting character, but that wasn’t a surprise, he was from Marvel after all. Marvel was always creative with their characters, and Deadpool was your absolute favourite. Being a semi villain, semi hero, always breaking the 4th wall, or just flinging in sassy comebacks. You had been a beta tester for the first game; you were more than willing to go for the second one.

From what you had gathered from this game, it was actually a co-op game. It wasn’t obviously finished to the point of making it a multiplayer yet, but the second character, dubbed as Deadpool’s partner had been created and they could operate on their own. All you could do was hope that the character was actually useful, rather than being as stupid as they usually were in most co-op games if you played alone. Your hopes were high though, this game had Deadpool in it, and you doubted that a silly sidekick would ruin the whole experience for you.

So, you settled well on your comfortable couch and powered up that old friend of yours, and powered up the game. You had prepared it for playing last night, so you could fully enjoy it this morning. Laughing lightly when you saw a familiar starting screen, with Deadpool on his chair, gun in hand, phone in the other. You decided to admire for a bit, hoping to get a glimpse of that sidekick. Since the game didn’t have its official cover yet, the new character wasn’t there either. Sure enough after waiting for a small while, you saw someone peak through the wall of Deadpool’s apartment. Yes, the wall, not the door, the wall. Her body seemed to fade from behind that dirty wall, as she pushed a plate full of tacos through with her. Her hair was [h/l] [h/c], her facial features quite much like yours. Just from looking at her, you could say she was like an exact copy of you, but just put in the same universe as Deadpool. You couldn’t see her eye colour, as her eyes were hidden under a mask, covering up her forehead and upwards from her nose, disappearing under her hair.

“Yo Deadpool, you up for tacos?” She asked her voice so similar to yours that it almost made you cringe. The woman threw the plate to Deadpool, then disappearing again. You were beyond confused at this point, but shrugged it off, starting the game.

The game had similar aspects to the first one, and you liked it. You thought there was no need to fix something that wasn’t broken, and Deadpool definitely wasn’t. As the game went on, you found out more about this ‘amazingly awesome sidekick’ as Deadpool noted it. Her name was Pursuer, her real name unknown. She could walk through walls, she had some electrical powers and a very slightly (quite useless) levitation. She had a coat with a big fluffy collar, the coat otherwise grey and with some lighter, slightly blue tinted stripes. She was also wearing long, black gloves up to her elbows, you didn’t know why but she wasn’t as sparkly as she sounded, you thought she looked good enough. But she definitely didn’t live up to Marvel’s reputation. Not her name, her clothing, her powers atleast. You quite enjoyed her personality and how it worked with the semi villain / hero of the story. You had a choice of playing with both of the characters, but you of course chose Deadpool. You wouldn’t trade him for the world; he was your favourite character of all time after all. As much as you were interested in the Pursuer, you really wanted to use your precious DP.

The game’s story was quite interesting; Sinister had actually survived the last game. You knew this was probably brushed off as Deadpool killing one of his clones instead of him, yet again. Pursuer had found out Sinister’s plans, and went to Deadpool about this, and thus the two had become friends, Pursuer becoming Deadpool’s willing sidekick. They adventured through America, through Mexican food, through death and through every day. The day cycles were great, the last Deadpool game didn’t have them. You had calmer periods, where Deadpool and Pursuer took time to get to know eachother better, eating Mexican food for most of the time. You liked to blast the heads off from those clones, but you really enjoyed the bonding moments, the character development. You almost felt the strong rope around the two friends tighten and tighten. And as they got closer and closer, you felt their teamwork get more seamless, Pursuer backing Deadpool up, Deadpool taking some hits for his friend, knowing that she missed the healing factor he had.

Even when you paused the game to refill your tea and grab something to eat, you could hear the two speaking on the pause screen.

“Hey! Hey I can’t move! What the hell is this, a pause, again? Really?!” Deadpool exclaimed, his voice bored beyond belief. You hear Pursuer chuckle.

“Calm it Deadpool, the player will be back soon enough. A little break once a while won’t hurt” She laughed.

“But I want to smash some heads! Sinister just won’t stop himself!!... Though I don’t mind waiting with you, babe” He purred. You laughed in the kitchen. You had started to love both of them, almost equally. Deadpool always had your heart as your favourite character, but the Pursuer was a close second by now. And you had only been playing for a few days!

And that wasn’t the last of your playing. You had been playing for days, thank god for Christmas holiday. You had spent almost two weeks mostly playing. Of course you had gone out, showered, eaten, and all that. But your free time, you played. You were so addicted to Deadpool and Pursuer, their jokes, their throws, their interaction with eachother. You saw their friendship, you felt their /affection/. It felt good to see Deadpool actually care for someone so greatly, but still maintain his happy and outgoing, completely crazy self.

You had finally reached the place they dubbed as ‘the arena’. This was supposed to be Sinister’s hideout. The area was surprisingly flat, gorge going around it. If you fell and couldn’t teleport, you were a goner. Pursuer looked around, holding tightly onto her hunting knives.

“Hey, Deadpool, ready to take that dick out?” She smirked.

Deadpool grinned behind his mask. “Ladies first, babe” He laughed.

Pursuer nodded, taking two magnums out and rolling them around her fingers. She looked so ready to kick some ass, and you felt adrenaline pump through your veins as you got to move Deadpool again. You followed Pursuer, not running but walking after her. You were exited to finally meet up with Sinister and fuck some of his shit up. Just as the Pursuer opened the door from a little away, you were getting ready. That’s when a spear came out of the room, so fast at Pursuer that she couldn’t react. It didn’t seem to be a spear when it pinned her down, but it seemed to be a beam of purple light. Deadpool turned on his heels. Sinister gently appeared from the door, looking over to Pursuer and then slashing at Deadpool. You didn’t have the controls, yet again, and it frustrated you. Deadpool fell backwards with a line of curses, and something hit at his stomach and he got halved and his legs almost fell down the edge. He used his other hand to grab the edge, and the other hand to grab his legs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!!” He screeched. You blinked your eyes, starting to smash the buttons ordered to smash, in order to throw his legs up, and climb up to repair Deadpool and help Pursuer. The whole time you climbed, you heard someone smashing, and fighting. You knew it was Pursuer and Sinister, and judging by the grunts, Pursuer wasn’t the one doing the beating.

You found it hard to breathe due the adrenaline, and you really had to pause the game. You put the controller down onto your leg, and wiped your hands on your blanket. The controller suddenly vibrated, and you grabbed it just before it fell, looking over to the screen. You saw Deadpool only on the pause screen, and it usually had Pursuer too.

“C’mon you can’t go take a shit now, player! Pursuer’s dying out there; we can’t leave her out there!” He sounded surprisingly desperate for being Deadpool. You sighed, nodding. “Alright, partner. Let’s save your friend” You muttered to yourself, grabbing the controller, and going back to button smashing.

It took Deadpool a little while to climb up, and then he pulled his legs on like he’d pull on a pair of pants. He squirmed up, looking over to Sinister and Pursuer. Sinister just jabbed one of Pursuer’s own knives into her chest, leaving the sidekick unmoving. He then took a step back, laughing, and retreating into the building he had come out from. Deadpool ran over to Pursuer, picking her upped body up surprisingly gently.

“Hey bud, you still hanging in there?” His voice shook lightly, it was barely noticeable but it still shook.

“G…go…. kill… Sin…ister…first…” Pursuer muttered, blood pooling under her. Deadpool looked down, before letting her go, and getting up. “I’ll be right back, babe. Hang in there. This bitch deserves some ass whooping” He unsheathed his swords, and ran in to the building. You were boiling with rage, since you knew that with wounds like that and no healing factor, Pursuer wasn’t going to make it through. Even if you finished Sinister fast. You’d just have to hope that she’d make it.

You paused the game for a bit, hoping to gain some more rage and courage to beat the living shit out of this villain. You saw Deadpool; he looked outraged, but kind of sad. “Let’s go make that bitch a piece of our mind, shall we, player?” He growled his voice deep. You nodded. It almost felt like you were talking to Deadpool himself. And you felt his pain, you felt so much sympathy for him, it was such a surprise how two fictional characters could do this to you. Taking a deep breath, you looked Deadpool in the eye and dashed into Sinister’s lair.

The next half of an hour you spent trying to destroy Sinister. The fight was brutal, and bloody, you got plenty of button combinations and close ups as Deadpool destroyed Sinister’s face, screaming at him and telling him over and over again how much he’d fuck him up. When you finally struck him down, and ran Deadpool back out, you knew from the sight that Pursuer was dead. The cutscenes went on, and the game time jumped forward, and you got to do one last mission, this time alone though.

You finished the game at night, noticing that the start screen was different. No matter how long you sat there, you didn’t see Pursuer pop from any of the rooms, Deadpool looked really sad as well. This game wasn’t even finished, and you almost found yourself sobbing at a Deadpool game. You closed the Xbox, and lied onto your back on the sofa, sighing and closing your eyes. You rubbed your forehead, and wiped your face. You loved this game to bits, you had to admit.

But something cut your thoughts. You felt like you were being watched, so you opened your eyes, to see someone with a red and black mask.

“Pursuer, is that you?!” he exclaimed, and attacked you, hugging you tightly. Your eyes widened, as you looked down at him.

“Deadpool?”