"I didn't expect that the me in this world actually has a grave-digging hobby. Am I really that desperate?" quipped the Hell Deadpool as he watched his counterpart diligently excavating a grave. He genuinely believed that this version of Deadpool had developed some morbid pastime.
(That's right! Only I deserve to be called Deadpool. Handsome fellas from the East—yeah, I'm talking to you in front of the screen—back me up here!)
Wolverine looked ready to explode, claws already extended, his fury barely contained.
Thankfully, Hell's Deadpool quickly intercepted him. "Calm down, calm down! This could be a misunderstanding. Maybe that's not your grave. Or maybe you're not actually dead and the other me is trying to save you."
Wolverine relaxed—just slightly.
Meanwhile, the main universe's Deadpool continued digging furiously. After some laborious effort, he uncovered the body.
"Fk! Fk!" he screamed, scrambling out of the pit, his voice seething with rage.
Hell Deadpool and Wolverine exchanged puzzled glances, clearly thrown by the sudden outburst.
"I can't believe I've got bad habits and a short fuse in this universe," Hell Deadpool muttered disdainfully.
The truth behind the outburst soon became clear: buried in the grave was Wolverine's corpse—stripped to a skeleton. Only the adamantium claws remained intact, their gleam still sharp despite the passage of time. It was the definitive proof—Wolverine was dead.
And with him, perhaps, the last shred of hope.
This Wolverine had been Deadpool's final shot at salvation. The collapse of the main universe had already begun, and he had scoured countless parallel realities in a desperate search for a Wolverine—any Wolverine—who could act as an anchor to stabilize their dying world.
He'd tracked down version after version of Logan Howlett, but each had rejected him. Some wouldn't even let him in the front door. Others simply slammed it in his face. And some had far more... aggressive methods.
This led to Deadpool's drastic decision: dig up the grave of his universe's Wolverine, praying against reason that he might still be alive.
But he wasn't. And now Deadpool was out of options.
Well, almost.
If he couldn't save his universe with his own Wolverine, then he'd just have to force help from one of the others.
The memory of those previous encounters made him shiver.
First came Dwarf Wolverine—a grumpy little runt barely five-foot-three. Deadpool met him in a dingy bar and instantly hated his guts. He looked like a kid cosplaying Logan, and Deadpool had zero faith in him.
(Not that I'm still mad the little gremlin insulted me! But seriously—how are you supposed to save a universe when you need a booster seat at the bar?)
Then there was Patch—Logan in a white suit and eye patch, gambling under the radar in a swanky casino. He looked like a low-tier Bond villain.
When Deadpool called out to him, Patch beat the crap out of him.
Turns out, he'd been undercover the whole time, and Deadpool had just blown his cover in front of everyone.
(How the hell does slapping on an eye patch make you unrecognizable? This is just Superman's glasses all over again! Goat-chop sideburns, same height, same voice—and you expect me to believe nobody notices? What are we, cartoon idiots?)
Bruised and embarrassed, Deadpool jumped universes again. This time, he arrived in a realm suffocating under the boot of Apocalypse—the first mutant and current tyrant of the world. Hope didn't live here; it had been executed in public.
That's where he met Rock-and-Roll Wolverine—a battered, one-handed Logan with an untamed fire in his eyes. He looked like he belonged on a metal album cover, not a battlefield.
Deadpool's heart lit up for a moment. This Logan felt like the one he remembered.
That joy lasted five seconds. Then the claws came out.
Without a word, Rock-and-Roll Logan lunged at him, slicing the air with deadly precision. Deadpool barely dodged and stumbled away, bloodied and exasperated.
(Now this is a Wolverine! Brutal, moody, and totally unhinged!)
Realizing he was outmatched, Deadpool bailed with a quick time-jump.
Next, he met Super Wolf—a Logan who looked like a jacked-up Superman knockoff. The dude could fly, punch through steel, and shoot energy blasts for no reason at all. When Deadpool tried to explain himself, Super Wolf just beat him senseless.
(Why am I always the one getting my ass kicked? I'm not even here for your plotline, man! I'm just a guest star!)
Then came Cowboy Logan, an older, hardened gunslinger holed up in a dusty shack. Rugged, brooding, silver-streaked.
Deadpool barely stepped onto his porch before the cowboy shot him square in the chest.
No greetings. No questions.
(You know, I liked you better when you only used claws.)
In another shattered world, he found Crucified Wolverine—pinned to a cross like a failed martyr. This version had fought alongside the last remnants of the X-Men, fleeing all the way to "Australia " before finally falling to their enemies.
There was nothing left to save there.
Only one version seemed remotely viable: Drunk Wolverine.
Deadpool had found him passed out at a bar, surrounded by broken stools and broken dreams.
(If I have to swindle someone into saving my universe, might as well start with the guy already too wasted to say no.)
But before he could make his move, trouble found him again.
Two gunshots cracked the silence—perfect aim, no warning. Deadpool barely dodged. His senses flared. Danger.
Ripples shimmered across the air, like water struck by a stone. From the ruptures emerged glowing orange time barriers, sectioning off the space like glass walls in a cosmic prison.
From within them came the Time Variance Authority.
Clad in strange armor and emotionless masks, the TVA Time Guards stepped through—uniform, silent, efficient.
There was no doubt in Deadpool's mind: they were here for him.
And they weren't here to talk.
Their mission was singular.
Bring in Wade Wilson.
Bring in the multiversal anomaly.
Bring in the one man too chaotic to be allowed to live—let alone tamper with the timeline.
Deadpool braced himself.
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