Extra Chapter 3

The quiet of the author's writing room was abruptly shattered by an unexpected guest. As the author pored over his manuscript, humming softly to himself, the lyrics of Katy Perry's "Last Friday Night" escaped his lips. The room was filled with the catchy tune, completely oblivious to the chaos about to ensue.

"Last Friday night, yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots... naanana Last Friday night," the author sang, lost in his creative world.

Suddenly, a familiar, irreverent voice broke through the melody. Deadpool burst into the room, crooning along with a mischievous grin. "So we hit the boulevard last Friday night, we went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark…" he sang, sidling up behind the author with all the subtlety of a marching band.

Without skipping a beat, Deadpool continued his impromptu serenade, "Then had a ménage à trois last Friday night. Yeah, I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop-op, oh-whoa." He threw a cheeky wink over his shoulder, clearly enjoying his own performance.

The author, not even looking up from his work, let out a long-suffering sigh. "You again!" he said, his tone a blend of exasperation and resignation.

"Oh come on, I knew you missed me!" Deadpool said with a smirk, his mask barely hiding his amusement.

"Ah, nope... ni en un millón de años,(Not in a million years)" the author replied flatly. "So, fuck off."

Deadpool winced dramatically. "Ouch, that hurts!"

But Deadpool wasn't finished. He leaned in conspiratorially. "I'm gonna tell Spider-Man about this. You know, the Tobey Maguire version. And He put some..."

He paused, letting the tension build, before leaning in closer. "Dirt in your eye, hmmp!"

The author looked up, one eyebrow raised. "Again with another meme? Just how much latest modern shit did you learn?" he asked with a hint of disbelief.

Deadpool, ever the connoisseur of pop culture, shrugged. "Hey, I'm Gen Z, I know everything!"

The author snorted. "Pfft, Gen Z? More like Gen X."

"Hahaha, very funny, Grandpa!" Deadpool retorted, shaking his head.

"Pfft, Gen X." the author repeated, smirking.

"Shut it." Deadpool shot back, clearly irritated.

"I'm gonna call Logan and he will fuck you up again," the author said with a decisive nod.

"Oh, you can try that, Old maniac short baby man who talks like a baby big grumpy old man," Deadpool continued, his voice dripping with mockery. "And also, how can someone so short be so grumpy and maniacal?"

Just then, the author glanced over Deadpool's shoulder and noticed Logan standing silently in the doorway. The imposing figure of the X-Man loomed over them, his face set in a scowl.

"And also, he is just like Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame movie," he continued, he felt something ominous on his back.

Then Deadpool, glanced over his shoulder and froze. "Shit."

Logan's eyes narrowed, his claws extending with a menacing snick. "Come again, bub?"

Deadpool's grin faltered. "I said you are handsome and you're looking particularly, uh, tall and menacing today."

Logan didn't miss a beat. With a snarl, he extended his claws and lunged at Deadpool. "Let's see how charming you are with a little less air in your lungs."

Before Deadpool could react, Logan's claws raked across his chest, leaving behind a series of deep scratches. Deadpool stumbled backward, clutching his side and wincing in pain. "Fuck!!!"

Deadpool, now on the floor, tried to get up but was swiftly tackled back down by Logan. "Hey, can't we talk this out?" he wheezed, his voice strained.

Logan grabbed Deadpool by the collar and dragged him across the floor, delivering a series of swift, no-nonsense punches. "Talking's not really my style, Wade."

Deadpool's face turned a shade of red that almost matched his outfit as he was pummeled. "Alright, alright! I get it! You're tough!"

The author watched in a mix of fascination and detachment as Logan continued to beat the hell out of Deadpool. He shook his head, muttering, "Well, this definitely makes for some interesting writing material."

After what felt like an eternity, Logan finally stopped, leaving Deadpool battered and bruised on the floor. Logan looked down at him with a satisfied smirk. "Next time you think about barging in and making trouble, remember this moment."

As he returned to his writing, Deadpool, still on the floor, managed to croak out, "Hey, author... don't forget to add a scene where I get some revenge, alright?"

The author chuckled. "I'll think about it. But for now, let's just say you've had your fill of excitement. And also I need to invest in a 'No Deadpool' sign for this room."

Deadpool felt betrayed said "Oh come on!!!"