One of the "Alternative Endings" for "A Winner is You!". Also see Lancers if you wish for this to make a bit more sense.

Chaos Round : Deadpool part 1

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Oops, Deadpool did it again!

'How DARE they!'

Once again in his "reading corner", the smoldering crater in the library, right next to upturned bookcases and on the wall behind him was a "No Smoking" sign.

Deadpool could have almost started a fire with his gaze, staring furiously at a dull black laptop he had 'liberated' from Snake, with an additional attachment of Deadpool's own design. Using complex quantum mechanics and Dimensional technology he had swiped here and there. This device looked like a simple 128 megabyte memory stick, but it had the ability to access websites beyond the forth wall!

Naturally, the first thing he did was look up porn. But quickly realized it was all too fake for his liking, for one thing the breasts were far too small to be real… I mean, fake.

So after a bit more searching he found an obscure little website called . After staring at his own story, which gave a rather strange feeling as he watched it writing itself, His eyes gazed at the screen intensely. He became awed by how amazing the author was, beyond godlike and magnifi-

*BANG*

Intent on describing himself, the author neglected to describe the amazingly smooth movement of Deadpool drawing his gun and firing. The bullet tore through the fourth wall into the internet café in Mira Flores where the author was currently typing. Being the real world, someone had to die. In this case a man in his mid-forties with blue eyes and dark brown hair, and an all grey outfit. He died from a clean shot through the head. In the ensuing chaos the author quietly escaped to another internet café to type about the amazing human that is Deadpool Such power, such grace, such…

'Ok, that's enough ass-kissing' Deadpool interrupted. Returning the gun to his holster, he continued 'let's keep this story going before it is deemed too insane.

'Bit late for that.' The author muttered, but continued typing all the same. Thankfully, Deadpool stopped reading his story, moving on to read others. After hilarious antics that can only be for a spinoff or an extra chapter, Deadpool made his way to the stories that belonged to the finalists.

And after reading Alius' entry, we come to the point which infuriates Deadpool immensely.

'How DARE that writer break the fourth wall without me!' Deadpool shouted to the world.

Breathing heavily, Deadpool stood up. The laptop slid off his lap and hit the floor with a *bang*.

Idly, Deadpool wondered as he drew his pistols if he could find where to shoot in order to teach that author a lesson. It would require immense research and dedication.

'Bugger it,' Deadpool muttered, placing the pistol back in its holster. 'I'll just go kill their character. That way they'll have nothing to write about!' Giving the laptop a hefty kick as a "thank you", he sprinted out of his reading room into the wide open space of the mall.

And boy was "wide open space" a good description.

Large holes had been torn all over the place, showing a cloudy night sky; melted sludge of concrete dotted the area. Perhaps worst of all, both the adult store and the fast food outlets were gone!

'Hoh boy, Alius' character is going to get it now.' Deadpool muttered. 'Yep, I'm going to kill…' He paused. Something with odds so high only a terrible writer could have conjured it happened. The section of Deadpool's brain that held the memory of the person he was going to kill became cancerous, followed by being replaced, leaving him with a blank where the name should be.

Frantically, he looked around for the computer; it was nowhere to be found. 'Relax Deadpool; you can remember who it was.' Deadpool began, he always enjoyed talking to himself, it was the only person who understood him (most of the time, anyway). 'Ok, the finalists were the old guy and the demon fox. Who is more likely to break the fourth wall…

Deadpool thought for a few seconds, and then snapped his fingers. 'Of COURSE it's the demon. They are always trying to piss you off, why would an old guy break the fourth wall?'

He grinned as it all went into place. 'Well now, all I have to do is prepare. After all, how hard can it be to find a demon?' He noticed the laptop he had kicked, a big dent still in the keyboard. Picking it up and noting it was still working, he began slowly (for the keyboard seemed to have a bit of trouble responding) asking how to defeat a demon like that.

Eventually, he came up with a plan. The only problem was he needed something, and the person who had it wasn't here.

At that moment, another one in a million thing happened. The core of the mall had a glitch, creating a small rift between dimensions which one person happened to accidentally stroll into, just the person Deadpool needed, who happened to be back in the crater that was his reading room.

'Awesome! Cheers for the author!' This author couldn't help but point out how just before Deadpool had been pointing a gun at him and muttering death threats under his breath unless he got what he wanted, and fast. So no good adventure for the character (who has to remain anonymous for surprise later) that allowed him to end up here. Oh no, he'll be lucky to just end up with a brief interlude to cut off from the action about to happen…

'Oh, just cut to where I'm prepared.' Deadpool put the gun back in its holster, but drew out his katana. 'I got some surgery to do…'

Kyuubi had been reborn.

As darkness settled in the sky, there was a light. Not a light of hope, but a light of destruction, the fiery light that would engulf the world, and lead to oblivion.

As such, the spectators perhaps did the first smart thing they had ever done the entire time, and fled in terror.

And yet…

A figure stood in the remains of the mall and shattered earth. A figure in red and black, and would turn you black and blue. Smoking a cigarette (Well, ot really smoking, it was just in front of where his mouth would be if he had his mask off) with one hand and holding a gun with the other.

'Looks like the Devil's come again.' He said with a New York Accent. 'Let's go tell him we paid the rent already, so he should go back to hell.' He hurled the cigaretteat Kyuubi, missing by a wide margin.

Kyuubi looked at him, the fury and malevolence coming out of those demonic eyes promised pain and death.

And yet it wasn't directed at Deadpool, he was merely a fly to be swatted. No, what he was furious with was the planet.

'You best run.' The words echoed despite the lack of anything to rebound off. 'You may be spared longer.'

'For breaking the fourth wall, I will NOT forgive you!' Deadpool shouted. 'I challenge you foul demon! Face me and perish!'

Kyuubi sighed. This fool, he should probably swat him aside.

Yet even as he thought that, he sensed something. Pure malevolence, a familiar feeling to his own even, and it came from the man who stood defiant.

With a roar that chilled the very blood of anyone within a ten mile radius, Kyuubi began shrinking, until he was almost exactly the same size as Deadpool.

'Very well, Let's get this over with quick…' He said, as casual as the unholy and dark words could be. He flexed his talons.

Deadpool aimed his pistol…

And suddenly Kyuubi was right in front of him, it's talons in Deadpool's chest. With a sick grin Kyuubi tore out Deadpool's heart with one talon, while using the other to turn the pistol into a ball of metal.

It would have been silent for a few seconds if not for the "Thump" of Deadpool's heart defying logic and continuing to beat.

Then, Deadpool laughed *Thump*, the gaping hole in his chest began to vanish *Thump*, and you could vaguely see a new heart reforming in his chest. But not before a massive amount of blood was left at his feet.

'I could single-handedly become 99.9% of the world's blood and organ donor *Thump*.' Deadpool noted. 'Which is why my heart belongs to another Kyuubi *Thump*. It's you, not…' he drew out his katana and did an uppercut, which Kyuubi effortlessly blocked with his claws. 'Me…'

Kyuubi's claw was in front of Deadpool's face. He flicked…

And Deadpool was sent hurtling away at roughly fifty kilometres per hour. Before mercifully being stopped by liquid cement.

'Couldn't it have been a trampoline?' Deadpool muttered, ignoring the heat that even the specially designed suit couldn't prevent from getting to his skin.

Even as he started brushing it off, there was Kyuubi, his paw on Deadpool's head.

'You know what your head and an egg have in common?' Came Kyuubi's deathly whisper.

'I'm the one making jokes here!' Much to Kyuubi's surprise, a sudden shock of maybe 2000 volts with 500 milliamps of current circulated Kyuubi's system. He let go…

And found himself with an Uzi lodged in his mouth.

'New power as the plot demands, my rather electrifying new feature is a shock field that can be activated at the flick of a switch. And you don't wanna know where the switch is, babe.'

Not that Kyuubi could hear a word said, as Deadpool had pressed down the trigger and was holding tightly to Kyuubi from behind as the unfortunate demon fox jolted like a rag doll with bullet after bullet pelting his insides with lead.

More infuriated then wounded, Kyuubi flushed the electricity out of his system with a burst of flames, proceeded to flip Deadpool on the floor, lifted him up, and hurled him like a javelin.

So Deadpool found himself landing head-first into yet another pile of rubble (actually, that one had a funny story behind it…).

But as everyone knows, the hardest part of Deadpool is his head. I feel sorry for the poor rubble, which was now called pebbles.

'It will take more then that to stop me!' Deadpool shouted.

'I agree.' Kyuubi replied, with rather scary calmness. 'So I think it's about time to eradicate this mall and everything within a ten mile radius. THAT should get rid of you.' Even as he said that, a fiery aura began to emit and grow.

'Woah, woah woah. I didn't want to do this, but it's time for my secret weapon!'

Slowly, as if stripping for cash, he began taking off his mask, revealing horribly scarred flesh.

Kyuubi snorted. 'Please, I've seen far wo-' He froze, the oh so rare glint of fear entered his eyes.

Deadpool's face was a mess, except for the section around his right eye which seemed strangely whole. And instead of the normal brown eye his other was, it was red. Not only that, but a in the eye was a ring with three circular holes in it, and three bars stretched out from his pupil.

'That's right mutt, I got the shame ring gun, or whatever you call it.' Deadpool grinned, pointing at the eye. 'And with it, I'm gonna kick your sorry ass back into whatever afterlife you belong to!'

Kyuubi snarled. 'You think you can even use that right.'

'Only one way to find out.' Deadpool beckoned. 'Bring it!'

Kyuubi dashed forward, claws outstretched, aiming for Deadpool's neck…

…Only to go right through it, passing by as if Deadpool was an illusion.

Kyuubi paused momentarily, all Deadpool needed to turn around and strike Kyuubi with a hefty kick, plenty of proof that Deadpool wasn't an illusion.

The impact sent Kyuubi to the floor. 'But how did that hurt… He's sealed my power from access?'

The next thing Kyuubi felt hurt was a punch to the face.

'You know, this would be great therapy for all people who see themselves as a god.' Deadpool commented, followed by another strike, this time in Kyuubi's stomach. 'Find their weakness and bash them around for a bit, takes away that irritating delusions of grandeur. Everyone knows I'm the best after all.'

One of Kyuubi's tails acted of its own accords and lashed out. Deadpool caught it with his left hand, yanked Kyuubi off the ground and swung him around like a flail.

'Alley-oop.' He hurled Kyuubi into a concrete pillar that had managed to remain upright, it shattered at the impact.

'Ho-how are you so strong?' Kyuubi croaked out.

'Oh, i'm not strong. You're just weak.' The eye seemed hypnotic, attracting Kyuubi's very gaze.

'WEAK!' Kyuubi thundered. With a roar, Kyuubi simply took all of his energy and released it in the form of a rapidly expanding dome which disintegrated anything it its wake. 'Maybe you can survive, but I doubt anything in a thirty mile radius will be so lucky!'

'…I can't allow that.' Deadpool said in a surprisingly deathly and serious tone. 'I'm going to do exactly what should have been done all those years ago.'

He entered the dome; the energy seemed to go through him. Like an unstoppable wraith he kept going. All Kyuubi could do was watch helplessly. As Deadpool came right up to him, and placed his palm on Kyuubi's head.

'Dead… Demon… Consuming… Soul… Seal…'

Kyuubi's eyes widened. 'WHAT!'

Deadpool smirked. 'Gotcha!' The red eye glowed.

Kyuubi snarled and the dome simply vanished, the demon simply collapsed.

'Thought that would distract you, Can't believe you thought I could use a technique from Naruto.' He stuck his tongue out at the paralysed demon. 'But if I recall, this shame ring gun allows me to control demons like you. Madara gave me a few helpful tips when I borrowed his eye, apart from the fact that surgery hurts. A moment's distraction was all it took. Now I have the power of Greyskull!'

Kyuubi tried to strike, lash out, anything. But he was paralysed, helpless.

Deadpool bent down so his head was level with the collapsed demon. 'Now how about you be a good little boy and go back to the world you came from. I don't give a damn how much carnage you cause, as long as I don't know anything about it.'

Giving Kyuubi one last kick for good measure, he left the demon lying there. Whistling a merry tune, he went to the still intact parts of the mall to find some nacho cheese.

Kyuubi laid there, seething in fury. How could this have happened! He had at last been free to do as he wished. Now that thing from the past was back to haunt him!'

And now, he was spent. That final blast had been cut short, but not repaid him his energy.

But it wasn't like he could get revenge. That eye was his bane, his weakness.

And quite suddenly, he felt a presence. A presence that seeped into his mind, it was malevolent, powerful, strangely alluring…

It beckoned him.

Normally, he would not allow anything to come close. Yet in his weakened state, and thirsty for vengeance, he allowed it come.

It was some sort of black sludge. Not the most appealing substance. Yet Kyuubi merely smirked. 'Well, you want to help me?'

The sludge began covering the demon, some of it was absorbed into its very being, and the rest coated the fox like another layer of skin.

With it, power began welling in Kyuubi. Power beyond what it ever had; power that would laugh at the eye that tormented him.

This power was his, and it was time.

What had been Kyuubi smirked, flecks of the black sludge dropped from the top jaw to the bottom giving the impression of long fangs as it spoke with a cold, yet strangely happy (in the most twisted sense of the word) way. Words that came out both from the mouth and from the surrounding area it inhabited.

'The end has arrived…'

Hope You enjoyed it!

You think the battle with Kyuubi and Deadpool was a tad anticlimactic?

Well, that's cause the final battle is still to come...

...And It was either going to be Deadpool pounded black and blue, or Kyuubi being further humiliated, to be honest neither was very appealing.