Foreword:

Deadpool and Adventure Time, what could be better? Lot's of stuff probably, but whatever. Please read, make suggestions, and try to get into the story.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Deadpool or Adventure Time with Finn and Jake. If I did there would be a Deadpool the Animated Series. And, Adventure Time would be in half hour episodes instead of fifteen minute episodes.

Deadpool should never mess with electronics, especially teleportation devices. He had ignored Weasel's advice about using a soldering iron on the Dead-belt. This was, of course, a bad idea-

"Dude, stop it! Just have something go wrong already!" Deadpool said, and then his atoms were ripped apart.

Deadpool was on a couch before, and he found that he was still on a couch. This new couch was really uncomfortable, though. He was in a living room; there were lots of artificial lights, bright colors, and a TV with bunny ears. After he had looked around Deadpool said, "Cozy, could use some more nudey mags, but besides that really nice."

"What could use more nudey mags?" A female voice said.

"This place. It's too clean cut, there's nothing hardcore about it."

A strong hand grabbed Deadpool by the neck of his costume and lifted him into the air. It forced Deadpool to turn around so he was face to face with a pale faced teenager. Her voice changed from its previous sultry tone to a cracked, raspy snarl, and she said, "How's this for hardcore?"

"Am I supposed to be seeing something?"

"Hmm? Oh sorry. Sometimes the change doesn't happen right away," Her face changed into a gray fleshed vampire bat snout with burning red eyes, "Better?"

"Yeah, lots. Now, you should me yours, let me show you mine," He pulled off his mask to reveal his scarred face.

"Now that's hardcore," She said, and she changed back to normal. Deadpool put his mask back on, and then the pale girl put him down.

"So now that we've met face to face what's your name?" Deadpool said.

She rose into the air with a spin and said, "I'm Marceline the Vampire Queen."

Deadpool pirouetted, twirled a katana he pulled out of nowhere, and said, "I'm Deadpool the Merc with a mouth, the real slim shady, the gangster of love, the space cowboy, and everything else from 'The Joker' song."

"Cool. So what're you doing in my house?"

"The voices in my head are saying, 'anything I want,' but I'm pretty sure that's wrong, so I'm going to say that I was messing with a teleporting device and I just found myself here. I find that it's best not to ask too many questions."

"True, gotta admit though, I was going to ask you about your outfit."

"It's the uniform, can't be without the uni. By the by, I'm digging the Mohawk, it's like Mr. T had a love child with Vampirella."

"Thanks, I guess. I'm digging the red. Mind if I take a closer look?"

"Baby, you can look at anything you want, and as closely as you want."

"Hmm," Marceline was circling Deadpool, and then she bit into the scrunched up cloth on the back of his neck.

"Whach'ya doin?" Deadpool said.

"Sorry, the red just looked so delicious."

"The red looked delicious?" Deadpool then looked down with horror, "Why would I look down in horror…? Oh my god! My clothes are white instead of red! Why oh cruel fate, why?"

"I'm really sorry, but I couldn't help myself."

"It's fine, I'll just pretend I'm Humphrey Bogart before they added Technicolor. 'Things are never so bad that they can't be made worse,' and I know that from experience."

"We cool then?"

"Yeah, hey, you wanna go get a chimichanga?"

"Sure, I got nothing else going on," Marceline said, and she grabbed an umbrella.

The two of them left the house, Marceline locked it, and then they walked out of the cave. Marceline guarded herself from the sun, and Deadpool did a few stretches. He then looked at Marceline, and said, "So is the umbrella necessary, or is it a fashion statement?"

"Well, without it I would burn up, so it's pretty necessary."

"Thank goodness, I thought you might be one of those glitter assed 'Twilight' punks."

"You mean those Stephanie Meyer books? Man, those things gave vampires the world over a bad name. I'm glad that no one remembers them now."

"Oh yeah, so where and when am I anyway?"

"This is the land of Ooo, and it's about a thousand years after the great mushroom war."

"I'm gonna pretend I know what that means. Wait, did you say Ooo?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Awesome, we should go see Peppermint Butler, that guy is boss!"

"You know Peppermint Butler?"

"Who doesn't know Peppermint Butler?"

"That's a good point. We'll grab some food and then go see him."

"Alright, now where can we get chimichangas?"

"I think the Fast Food Kingdom has some."

"Let's go then."

Deadpool and Marceline started walking towards the Fast Food Kingdom. There were a couple of monsters along the way, but Deadpool and Marceline ignored them and kept on walking. Later they looked up and saw Lady Rainicorn flying by, and for the rest of the time Deadpool went on a rant about the unfairness of being able to fly without wings. Marceline barely listened since she was just floating along with Deadpool. They also decided, after Deadpool's rant, that Marceline would go around and introduce Deadpool to everybody once they had their chimichangas.

"They then ate chimichangas, got freaky, and lived happily ever after," Deadpool said.

Afterword:

He's lying, the odds of Deadpool actually having sex are slim to none. Hoped you liked it anyway. But, seriously make suggestions, I have no idea where I'm going with this. Also, checkout my profile... please. I should write more soon, bye for now.