Extra Chapter 9

The TV in the author's living room was blasting the iconic battle between Erik (Magneto) and Charles (Professor X). The tension was at its peak as Erik delivered his heart-wrenching line.

Erik: Dramatically "I've been at the mercy of thousands of men..." He glanced at Charles, his face hardening. "But not today, Charles. Not today."

Erik unleashed his powers, sending a barrage of missiles toward the ship. Just as Charles screamed out—

Charles: "Erik, no!!"

—suddenly, the TV screen froze. The epic battle came to an abrupt, jarring halt.

Someone (off-screen, shouting): "COME ON!!!"

Deadpool leapt up from the couch, glaring at the now-paused TV screen with the fury of a child whose favorite cartoon just got interrupted. He spun around, teeth gritted, fists clenched, ready to find the culprit.

And there, standing smugly with the remote in hand, was the author, leaning against the wall with a grin that screamed satisfaction.

Deadpool: Snarling "You son of a bitch."

Author: Smiling wider "Serves you right."

Deadpool huffed, crossing his arms, but the author wasn't done. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, eyes narrowing in challenge.

Author: With a deadpan tone "Why are you here... again? In my house?"

Deadpool straightened up, adjusting his suit collar dramatically as if preparing to deliver an award-winning speech.

Deadpool: Feigning innocence "I was watching a crucial moment in cinematic history! You can't just pause Magneto like that. Have you no respect for mutantkind?"

The author shrugged, casually tossing the remote from one hand to the other.

Author: Flatly "I have plenty of respect... for my personal space. And yet, here you are. Again."

Deadpool sighed dramatically, like a teenager being scolded by a parent.

Deadpool: "You really need to work on your hospitality, boss. I mean, all I did was make myself at home, steal your snacks, and hijack your TV. Is that so bad?"

Author: Unimpressed "You forgot 'invading my house uninvited' and 'ruining my workday'."

Deadpool: Grinning, proud of himself "Well, yeah, but that's just what I do. I'm the gift that keeps on giving."

The author rolled his eyes and tossed the remote onto the couch next to Deadpool, who grabbed it like a lifeline and immediately unpaused the movie.

Erik (on TV): Resuming dramatically "But not today, Charles."

The missiles soared toward the ship, and Deadpool let out a little cheer as if he hadn't seen this scene a million times before.

Deadpool: Excitedly "Now this is cinema!"

The author shook his head and turned to leave the room, muttering under his breath.

Author (sarcastically): "Yeah, great. Just make sure you don't blow up my TV along with those missiles."

As the author left, Deadpool glanced over his shoulder, a sly grin creeping onto his face.

Deadpool (calling out): "Don't worry, boss! I'll leave the place exactly how I found it. Maybe even cleaner! I'm thoughtful like that."

The author didn't even respond, knowing better than to engage further. He just sighed and went back to his office, praying for a day when Deadpool wouldn't show up.

But as he sat back down at his desk, he knew deep down that day would never come.

Deadpool (from the living room): Shouting "Hey! You got any more snacks?!"

Author: Facepalming "Why do I even try..."

Deadpool (under his breath, smirking as the scene on the TV plays out): "And people say I'm the dramatic one..."