Deadpool's Night Out

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All characters in this story are 18. If they're underage in the comics, they're 18 here. If another author claims they're underage, they're lying.

After reading Lois Lane's Night Out... Couldn't they have come up with a better title? Well, I'm having my own night out. You see, it came to my attention that four women had disappeared in a Nightclub in New York City just like what happened on Earth... Whatever earth number Zeebop decided to use. DC should make it canon. It's better than the DCEU or the Arrowverse. No, what I'm doing is not a rip off, it's parody.

So I decided to I'd go over to the nightclub tonight and do a little killing. Obviously, I had to dress the part. I selected a black and red outfit, a gold watch, gold rings, a gold chain necklace, a red and black jacket with my name written on, my own Deadpool mask and a red beanie with D-Pool written in white letters. I brought my gold katanas and golden guns with me.

I looked at myself in the mirror. No way, anyone would recognise me as Deadpool... Or Deathpool if you're Gambio.

Hey, I'm a male protagonist, that's enough to piss off Marcie and Gina.

A single massive bouncer stood at the door of the club, giving me a weird look. Probably into me but he gets no speaking lines.

Once inside, I went to the main area. People were dancing. Cages contained chicks with big tits. I walked over to some girls.

"Hi, name's Deadpool. Perhaps, you've heard of me. Star of the story I've written on CHYOA that you're currently in. I wanted to use my real name but some jerk already took it so I have to call myself Captain Deadpool."

"Oh, yeah! Don't you have your own reality show?"

"Yep, that's me! So, wanna make out?"

"Ew, go away. We're not into dudes."

"Me either, sweet cheeks. That means we've got something in common."

I went to the bar to order a drink and you know who I was surprised to see. Weasel.

"Weasel, whatta you doing here? Lois got a chick."

"Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children got burned down. By you."

"I told you it was an accident."

"Well, it meant I had to get a new job."

I ordered a sea breeze. "Oh, and Weasel, try not to make any fake bomb threats."

Almost immediately after I drank my sea breeze, this big tits girl walked up to me and asked me to dance. How could I say no?

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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit control room, a figure sat in front of some monitors, showing stuff going on in the club.

You'd think with all that money, they could afford a couple of lightbulbs. As each person entered, they were scanned and their personal details flashed up on the screen. But that figure didn't need any help recognising Deadpool. Before Marcie starts hypocritically complaining about this story suddenly going into third person, if Deadpool is not in the scene, it's gonna be done in third person. Deal with it.

"What is Deadpool doing here and why is he dressed like that? I think he might be there to kill someone."

The figure of no specified gender pressed a button on the console and spoke into a mic, which Captain Deadpool knows how to spell, unlike some people *cough* exxxidor456 *cough*, that linked directly to Weasel. No, seriously, how did Marcie miss that when she read Lois Lane's Night Out? I know Zeebop is pretty much the author of every other chapter in that story but Marcie and Gina must have read the first chapter. It's literally the first thing the two have ever read.

"Deadpool. Make his next drink one of our "enhanced" variety."

Weasel nodded and went back to serving.

The figure leaned back in his or her seat and laughed. "Oh, this is going to be FUN!"

The figure was: