Disclaimer: I do not own the Deadpool series and Black Bullet.

Author: Welcome to my new fanfiction. I know I have been absent from my account for quite a long time, but I'm ba—

*Smash* *Thud*

Deadpool: How dare you come back after… (checks calendar) a year of absences?! Do you know how long I've waited for a lesbian &%$# scene in "Kirito's New Life"?! Forever! Bu~t nooo. You just left me in the dust.

Author: …

Deadpool: You listening? (Waves hand in front of author's face) Yoo~hoo, anyone home?… Oh come on. You can't seriously be dead after a smack to the head with a sledge hammer. (Kicks author's body) Yup, he's dead… I mean… *Gasp* What kind of demon could of done such a horrible thing? Guess it's up to good old Deadpool to save the day. Beep. Boop. Rewind.

*Rewind*

Author: Welcome to my new fanfiction. I know I have been absent from my account for a long time, but I'm back and I hope you enjoy.

Located in an U.S. state called California, Los Angeles was a place of opportunity, fame, luxury and gambling. Within one of its many casinos was a handsome, intelligent young man in red spandex that covered his entire body; the face was blocked with a mask. The man casually sat on a seat, playing poker and making terrible jokes. No one questioned his unique style of clothing, nor did anyone find him suspicious. It was as if they could only see a normal human gambling on a poker table. The reason for this abnormal behavior was to avoid any associations with this red spandex man. Everyone knew him as Deadpool, the merciless killer with a godzilla sized mouth, a bad temper, and a huge craving for chimichangas. They believed that any relationship, even a small talk, with this man could result in a blade through their chest.

Sitting comfortably on his seat, Deadpool sneaked a peek at his cards, simulating a pro gambler. His opponents, without any knowledge of their cards, folded their hands due to their fears. Deadpool saw this as a sign that he had gained the aura of a master gambler, which was false, and proceeded to flip over his cards. Unlike the others, the dealer was clueless on who Deadpool was. He acted like the others to fit in and wasn't ready to allow Deadpool to win. Once he saw Deadpool's hand, his own cards immediately changed to assure a dealer's victory.

Before the dealer could secure his victory, the ceiling above the table collapsed. Everyone's attention was drawn to the hole in the ceil. Following the collapse, Thanos softly landed above the debris he had created.

"Finally. I have found you, Deadpool." He sternly exclaimed. "Today, I shall rid of yo—"

"Ooh come on. I was about to win myself a lifetime supply of chimichangas." Deadpool cried out before facing Thanos. "Err… What were you saying again?"

"As I was saying, I sha—"

"Yea, yea. Keep that for later. Hey dealer, show me your hand."

Facing the dealer, Deadpool demanded a result for their poker game. Surprised by the request, the dealer was struck with confusion before swiftly flipping his cards over, revealing Deadpool's lose.

"I call hacks." Deadpool claimed, pointing his finger at the dealer. "There's no way you can get a higher hand than me."

"Deadpool be silent as I explain your ultimate demise!" Thanos was near the edge after being cut off twice by a lowly human. Especially, when that human was Deadpool.

"Shut up Purple. Do you not see I have some important business here. I need to expose this hacker to get my chimichangas."

*Snap*

At this point, Thanos could no longer tolerate his rival; the only image he had was the destruction of this filthy creature. Simulating a calm atmosphere, he walked towards Deadpool. His target held no concern towards the looming shading behind him, until it was too late to react.

In reality, Deadpool sensed a ton of killing aura behind him, but was too busy arguing with the dealer to care. In the midst of a retort, the merc felt a sensation of being lifted. Turning his head, he saw the dreaded smile of Thanos who strengthen his grip, crushing Deadpool's neck. Due to his healing factor, Deadpool was alive and talking.

"Oowy. Dude, do you mind loosening up a little?" He advised, his voice was barely notable from his crushed lungs. "I understand that you want to get close to me, but it's a huge pain in the neck right now."

"As you wish." Thanos calmly spoke before increasing his grip.

"That's not loosening."

"Oh, but that is. Soon you will forever rest and be so loose from this reality that you could never see Death."

Saying that, a circular formation appeared under Deadpool's feet. The occult circle was similar to the one in animes where the protagonist got transported to another world. So, he made the assumption that its particular magical circle. Though he never expected that this was quite close to the truth.

"This rift in time and space will permanently rip your soul from this universe; thus, degrading your already pitiful state into an abomination." Thanos explained.

"Is this about me and my sweetheart being together again? Cause if it is, for the last time, she doesn't want you. And I don't get how you're going to stop me by doing this." In Deadpool's vast knowledge, death was everywhere, so no matter what, if he died, he would meet Death.

"It seems we might have some misunderstanding. Let me put it in a way your immature brain can process. You will be recreated as a being in another reality separate from this reality, where death is only a physiological state. In short, reincarnation into another world." Thanos gladly replied.

"So I am going to become the main character of my own anime!?" Deadpool said, his eyes sparking. "Awww. That's so sweet of you."

Thanos ignored Deadpool's drivel and lowered the strangled body towards the circle. The feet made first contact which was not a comfortable experience. Strange blue flames rose from the circle, consuming the legs. A sharp pain struck Deadpool as his leg disappeared and stayed gone. Within minutes, the flames reached his chest. Nothing was coming back and the pain just kept amplifying.

"&%$#. This hurt like hell… And why isn't my leg coming back."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." Thanos joked with a sadistic smile.

"What part of this is fun?" Deadpool retorted. "This isn't what I call enjoyable! Unless I'm the one not getting vaporized."

"Then what is?"

"How about you let me down and we'll have a knife fight. Just like in those kung fu movies where Jackie Chan beats up people."

"No, I find this more delightful to watch."

"Oh I got an idea. Why don't we have some tasty smoothies before we fight? And I'll make sure not to bully you."

"No, we shall not do that either, but I shall comply on letting you down."

"...Really?" Deadpool asked in wonder; then he realized his mistake. "I take it back. Don't let me go. Don't let me go!"

His pleas were left unanswered as Thanos released his grasp and retracted his hand. Feeling complete satisfaction in the elimination of his rival, Thanos felt the urge of saying some last words.

"Goodbye Deadpool."

"I love you to~o." Deadpool yelled as his head was engulfed in flames. Soon, there was no sign of the merc, not even ashes remain.

Elsewhere

'Wha?...Where am I?' *Blink* 'And why am I getting a sense of deja vu?'

A creature awoke from its slumber to observe its surroundings. Yet, it only received more questions and a huge sensation of being slapped in the face by nature. Its body felt foreign while its vision was puzzling. Different from human sight, it had a 270 degree sight with the only blind spot was its behind. It, then, tried to stand and succeeded; however, not in the way it desired. Instead of two legs, two arms and a body, the creature seem to have three pairs of limbs and three body segments. Curiosity consumed it as it tried to discover the reasons for its weird sensations. What it saw brought great excitement and shock. Looking downwards, two black legs could be seen. Comparable to that of a spider's, the front two legs had a pointed tip; the lower segment of the legs reflected the sunlight. They were shaped like black katana blades connected to the upper segment of a spider's front legs. Behind the front pair of legs were two more pairs. The middle pair were much wider, a metal like shell protrudes the lower leg segment. It acted like a shield, protecting the middle segment of the body and the under belly of the creature. The last pair of legs had small claws, probably used for gripping, grabbing and climbing.

Just from the observation of its legs, the being knew what it had become. An overgrown spider with katana blades! Though it wanted to be spiderman 2, this was acceptable.

'I shall call myself, manspider. It self-proclaimed for a second. Nah… It's too wimpy. People might sue me for copyrighting. Maybe Ninja Spider… No, it doesn't have enough creativity. Oh, what abo— Nonono. That won't work.'

After a couple more terrible naming ideas, it gave up and decided to keep its old badass name. Not knowing where it was nor what world, it stood tall and not give a damn about any of these and other issues. It was a new life as the main character and a new start. Staring straight into the sky, it announced its own arrival.

'Hello new world. Deadpool the mutated spider is here to chew bubblegum and kickass. I don't think I can chew gum so I'll just kick all the asses I get my legs on. WOO~HOO!'