Chapitre 1: Becoming a Prince
Deadpool felt nothing at all when he heard someone calling.
"Your Highness, wake up..."
"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep."
"Your Highness, my Royal Prince!"
"Damn it, smugscholar, you're only doing this to get that damn Hardcore RTW Fan Badge! They haven't even officially announced it and you've already started? Disqualified!"
"Please wake up! You need to announce your verdict!"
"I don't think QI will give it to you anyway! They'll get you to delete this fanfiction. It's copyright! It's a scam. Here's 95 reasons why..."
Roland, or Deadpool, opened his eyes and looked the person that was trying try wake him up. The person's face was old, seemingly in his fifties or sixties, and he wore a white robe. Deadpool's jaw dropped in awe and he was quite surprised.
"At first glance, had a little resemblance to Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings, said the original author. Man, will we get more cameos like this? Does that count as copyright too?" Deadpool said as he jumped up energetically, studying this 'Gandalf'.
"Your Highness, I do not understand what you're saying. Please enlighten this old one," 'Gandalf' said.
Deadpool, or Wade Wilson, as he was known on Earth and probably other planets across several universes and timelines, looked around.
Apparently, he was in a public square and was standing near gallows that was too hard to describe. He had seen such a thing before, but most notably during that one time when he played with Professor X's Cerebro. He could've sworn that he had looked into the past and saw a poor girl by the name of Joan d'Arc executed using the same device. Maybe it was another girl. He wasn't too sure.
Speaking of girls, he saw a hooded felon who had her hands tied behind her back. She was wearing a piece of rag and she was so skinny that he could use a strand of his hair to break her bones, should he have any.
"Yes, I don't have hair," Deadpool addressed the readers who are reading this right now. "I mean, check the movie, not the comics. Who are comics? No, why are comics?"
Deadpool shook his head in disappointment as he imagining himself as Ryan Reynolds is better than being a 2D character.
The girl shivered due to the cold wind but her determination in trying to stand straight was commendable.
"Well, poor girl. I'll just have to get this done and over with before settling shit with Thanos for sending me here," Deadpool said as he checked himself out for a moment there. He felt his face and it felt the same as it was, the only exception being that he did not have his classic red suit on.
He felt his 'power' surging through this body and as he was checking himself out, memories that were not his own came flooding into his poor brain. The memories of the person he was in had updated him on everything he needed to know about this world.
Looking at the girl, Deadpool muttered, "Witch, huh."
"Your Highness?" 'Gandalf' urged cautiously.
"Shut it, Dumbledore, I'm thinking," Deadpool knew that his name was Barov but meh, who cares. He's the Assistant Minister of Finance, and was sent here to assist me with government affairs.
Moving onto first-person view huh? Alright.
As for myself, I'm the Fourth Prince of yadda yadda yadda... whatever, you've probably read all this before. Do you want me to spoil you what happened in Deadpool 2 starring Ryan Reynolds? No? Okay.
So basically my dad in this life, who goes by Wimbledon III, which is the name of an absolute fuck twat, decided to let his kids fight for the throne based on their capability to govern. He gave each of them five years to manage different territories and whoever becomes the biggest deal wins the big prize.
Well, Deadpool had no issues with this. Aside from that fact that each territory is different and some had more advantage than others, there are no problems at all. The King of Graycastle is indeed wise, like every other villain in you'll find in the novels at this site.
Pondering more about it, Deadpool felt that he has an overwhelming advantage as compared to his siblings. He came from a world where mutants and gods fight all day long and technology reigned supreme! He could basically push his territory to industrialization and win the game!
Alternatively...
"I could create Skynet and destroy this world for good before asking one of the Terminators to send me back to whence I came," Deadpool thought aloud, to the confusion of the people around him. This was especially so for big old white-bearded Braavos who was standing next to him.
"Whatever. Everybody dismissed! Go home! I need to think this through."
I postponed the execution of the girl (who reminded me of Firefist, that poor lad) to another day and after fifteen minutes of arguing with a group of nobles on why I decided not to kill that witch on the spot with my bare hands (or the gallows, whichever they preferred), I was escorted to a nice room. As I mulled around in bed which smelled as if a group of more than ten people had made love on, I started thinking on what to do next. Should I let her go? Or should I kill her and break this fan-fiction for good?
Either ways, I ended up here because I was stroking Thanos' chin like it was a sleeping baby when he was busy spending daddy time with Gamora, and somehow banished me into this place where I ended up being this guy named Roland who looked exactly just like me and could do the shit I do, which includes but are not limited to regeneration, not dying and other stuff.
Oh, and the author changed back to third-person view later on in chapter 1.
Two viewpoints in ONE chapter. This is going well so far.
"Forget it, no matter what, at least I am still alive and shouldn't complain too much because I was not wiped out of existence. Thankfully, Thanos didn't pull that trick where half of my body would disappear. That would be quite sad," Deadpool began to wise up to the fact that he would need to adjust to this life because he was sure that he would be here for a good amount of time.
Messing around with spacetime and trying to get back to his original universe would be something hard to achieve but as Vanessa once said, "Well, sweetie, I DO have my ways, you know..."
And so do I, baby, so do I.
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