I stood there, shocked for a moment.
He could only be killed after more than a million hits, and gained more for each action.
How could this be?!
Limitless energy or not, he was stronger, so I stood and thought for about two seconds.
That is, I tried to have a nice long thought on the matter, but was interrupted by the floor raising.
He shot the tile I was on up, and toward the now menacing ceiling.
I had no time to react before it rammed me into it, and I was knocked to my back, my vision tinted red from the now freely running blood on my face.
“So this is how it ends? The conquering hero of Deadpool is going to get killed from blood loss?!”
I heard a sick chuckle, and my platform went down to a regular level, bringing me eye to eye…Or eye to shin with him…
“Don’t you get it?! You are nothing but a pawn. I’m the king here…I’m the only one real, I’m the Real Genius!”
I was leaning on passing out, and my thoughts crammed together.
“Just give up now…You can never win.”
And that’s what I thought.
It wasn’t so amazing that I would lose a fight with him; I was just a guy from Deadpool.
Within a few days I had the most amazing time, and death seems logical now.
I can’t see…I’m too tired to fight…
I could only savor my memory, and the sweet phrases of my friends.
And that bright golden light, is that the light?
So shiny, so…so…
So solid.
I jerked my head up and snapped out of my light-headed daze and looked up in awe.
There was a hole in the ceiling, and in front of me was…
Was…
The very person noone would have ever thought of.
The person I could admit was not my favorite admin…
And the same person…
Who was dead.
The person?
Chris Menning.
He weilded the dreaded weapon of spammers everywhere.
The golden bear hands.
He was not wearing his usual Linux T-shirt,it had been replaced with bleeding chest wraps,covering his bullet wound.
He only gave me an approving nod,before turning back to RG.
"This…This land is not KYM…"
RG only stuttered his words,stepping back.
"This building was not built from Memebricks."
He gave a few more steps back.
"And you…You are not a researcher…"
He pressed his back up against the wall,and Chris lept forward,only a yard away from him.
"And do you know why?"
He shook his head no,desperatley trying to push himself through the wall.
"Because…Real researchers…"
He looked up to him and roared like a bear,with pure,unfiltered bear-rage in his eyes.
"Do not link to gay quizzes!"
He lunged forward,and I looked away.
Most people do when the Golden Bear Hand is near.
After Chris' battle cries and RG's groans of anguish,followed by the sound of meat falling to the floor,and looked back.
The carnage was unimaginable,and I found my new form could not vomit-I was grateful for blubber of this.
Chris turnedaround and looked at me,licking blood off of his claws.
"You should head back to Confirmed City…Things have been taken care of…And I have a surprise for you."
I nodded,picking up my dropped jaw.
"But how will I get there? RG's world is barely connected."
He laughed,shaking the rest of his blood off.
"Simple…I'll just tear through space."
And he fucking did.
He reached up,and with a great mighty bear-wheez,He brought his arms down,making a tear in the fabric of space.
"Just jump in here…You'll be taken back to Confirmed City."
If there was any time for questions,this was not it.
I leaped in,which was without a doubt,not my best move.
I landed flat on my face,in front of a pristine building,made out of not concrete,but a shiny black metal.
Very ritzy.
A catgirl wearing a french maid's outfit walked up to me,holding a elet pillow,on top of it laid a golden key.
"This will take you to your room,Tristan-San~"
Holy mother of god.
I had no idea what san meant.
But it was awesome.
I looked at the number and rode up the elevator,until I had finally found room 1337.
Opening the door,I had found my new home.
It was beautiful,with gigantic windows,potted plants and a little desk and PC for me to write with.
On it was a little note.
"Hey there. Rooms don't come cheap,so I've gotten you a few roomates. Also,I just took a massive dump in your toilet,you might wanna get a plumber."
And it was signed…
King Jamie.
I went into the first door I saw,where I met my roomies.
Skank,who was practicing on a trumpet.
He nodded to me,and quickly said "He got a pardon for sealing Emeralds…"
"Who?"
He notioned to his side,and continued playing.
It was Griff,who was playing paddleball.
And my Third roomate?
Jostin…Who was doodling some sort of comic.
