'Just shut up, Thought 2.'
...
Thought 2?
'I mean, Deadpool has yellow box and white box he conversed with in the comics, right? Since you're after me, I guess you're Thought 2. The other one in the bracket is Thought 1. I'm not really good at naming things.'
(Ohh, OooH! OHH! Well, I like Thoughtless, like Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon. I like his little dances.)
You're not really that good either, and the dancing is just a meme! Did we even touch HTTYD? They're not Disney! AND WHY AM I THOUGHT 2!?!?!?
(It's fanfic, and Deadpool Prime mentions other fandom characters all the time. We're fine! By the way, Old Wills looking at you real weird, dude. Creepy…)
'He seems looking really pleased with my natural metal claws.' He realized. Wait, metal claws?
(Do you have a natural metal coating like James Hudson? Cool!)
'Ssh, I want to hear the villain monologue!'
Oh yeah, forgot about that.
The man who walked in—William Stryker—smiled, pleased as the young boy in the tank slowly retracted his metal claws.
"He's even better than his father. No need for adamantium grafting! I wonder if his mother's curse is also present in him. It's really sad they managed to escape together and forget about you, boy," Stryker grinned at his scientist and the boy in the tank.
Yeah, really creative, the boy in the tank.
(I guess our bad naming habit come from the Author, Hey! Is it why they chosen you to became a Deadpool variants?)
"We've already tested, sir. His claws bones are naturally grafted with adamantium. We haven't tested if he can absorb other mutant powers," one of the scientists said, he kinda looks like the british bald guy who was experimenting Movie Deadpool, AJAX or Francis.
"Release him! But keep him sedated, and plug him in. We need to test something. Bring in the mutants to the Weapon XI chamber!"
'Weapon XI? Ew, am I actually that abomination? The author is a sick fuck if he thinks he can make that thing good!'
I agree, but that could mean you really are a Deadpool variant, though. Wolverine and Rogue's son variant. I guess he wanted you to be Rogue's son so he could write how you got multiple superpowers at once without having the surgeries that could stitch your mouth shut.
(Lazy writing, I tell ya! You know he could be one of those Logan and Rogue shippers. Sick, sick bastard!)
To be fair, he did establish early on that they found each other in adulthood, and they didn't really know each other in the comics when Rogue was young. She was brought up by Mystique in the Brotherhood before joining the X-Men.
(It's still icky, dude. Leonardo DiCaprio creepy. I have a feeling those girls or boys who write these are raised Mormon. It's giving Twilight vibes.)
It's a possibility.
'I wonder if my parents really did forget about me? He did say they were escaping together.'
Not long after, three guys were forced into the room by guards. A black cowboy-looking man, a Jesse Pinkman wannabe junkie, and a skinny skeleton John Wick wannabe. They did not look like they were happy to be there, and they looked beaten up.
(Hoo, okay, isn't that the guys from Team X from X-Men Origins? John Wraith and Chris Bradley? And who's the last guy? Some comic book character we don't know? I mean, he looks like a skinny John Wick.)
Skinny Wick? Oh well, if your skin is like Rogue's, he's not going to remember anything anymore, since it looks like he's the first one.
Skinny Wick was indeed the first one to be forced to touch him. He tried to fight the guard and struggled, but eventually, his skin made contact with his forearm. As Skinny Wick's hand made contact with his forearm, he felt a surge of power in him.
(It's too late now. Sorry dude!)
A torrent of memories surged through His mind—memories of handling guns, wielding katanas, fighting in special forces, espionage missions, his mutation and all the pain that came with it. He watched in horror as the man's already skinny arm grew thinner, his skin turning a sickly blue-grey. The horror only deepened as his head filled with the man's personality, memories, and skills.
(Lazy writing again! Come on, just give him a training arc or something!)
He felt excruciating pain all over his bodies, especially his head. It seems that his mutations made the memories of the people that he touched surge instantly. He screams in agony.
(Wait, does this mean he can reflect bullets now?)
The writer really is bad, but yeah, you can. Not that you need to—Wolverine's healing factor means bullets aren't going to do much to you anyway.
"Oh, look at you, Weapon XI. Did we wake you up? Still missing your irresponsible parents? They don't love you anymore, you know!" Stryker taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
"Wha—what did you do to me? What did you do to him? Is he dead because of me?" He felt a pang of guilt. Sure, he needed their powers to escape, but he still have a little bit of his humanity in him. He also still had the emotional capacity of a pre-teen. Not to mention having your first kill whatever you age was still gonna affect you somehow after all. He didn't really know what age he was and how long he was in the hand of Stryker, it seems that Stryker still couldn't get to him, yet.
Holy shit, this guy really is John Wick! Fuck yeah! Free skills! Breathtaking! Hey, even I could felt his memory!!! Awesome!
(Skinny Wick for the win! The pain is really bad tho,)
Suddenly, a voice echoed inside Wade's mind. It was the voice of the skinny man he absorbed.
(Ahhh! He's here! Just like Rogue's power! I was kinda hoping that we didn't get that part of the deals! He crazy enough with us here!)
/Who are you, child? Why am I here? Wait, Is that my body? Why I am here???/
(I'm sorry, sir, he just a kidnapped, experimented-on mutant boy. He just got his new power from the mutation that they are trying to force out of him. He kinda need your skills and powers to escape.)
Besides, they're the ones who did this to you! He'll help you get your revenge later, don't worry!
'I already planning it anyway since they also did this to my family.'
/Hmm, is there nothing you can do to let me out back to my body?/
'Not that I know of, I am so sorry! My mother mutation only copied the skill, mutation, and memory of the mutant but never instantly killed and absorbed the one that we touched. My skin seems to be more lethal than her.'
(I guess he's going to be a permanent resident. Are we really going to be pseudo-schizophrenic? I mean we already are I guess, with me and Thought 2)
Maybe we could try Kage Bunshin no Jutsu? In some fanfic Kyuubi got to be free a little with those, AND WHY I AM STILL THOUGHT 2!!!
(Oi, that's a different fandom! No way! Isn't you just criticized me having to say something about others fandom??? Hypocrite!!!)
I mean we could try find a mutant with multiplying mutations! There are gotta be one somewhere in this universe.
(Ahhh, Thats make sense! But I think that a little bit overkill and The Author probably gonna have a splitting headache if he chooses to explore it!)
/What the hell are you two talking about?/
"So, you did inherit your mother's mutation," Stryker mused, smirking. "Unlike your siblings. I guess you got lucky as the firstborn."
"Siblings? I have siblings?"
"You did. Your parents had 23 more pregnancies after you. Did you know that? Only two survived. They were left behind when your parents ran off together. They only thought of themselves, didn't they? Their offspring are here suffering, but they got to have their romantic wonderland somewhere. What a pair of animals."
Oh, that's why the title said 'family.' 23, huh? I wonder if one of them is Laura since you know 23, the Author really lazy. She's probably the youngest. She didn't inherit your mom's powers, I guess, or they just haven't kicked in yet.
/He's trying to mess with your head, kid! Telling a young boy his parents hate him!/
(How Uncle Vernon and Petunia of him! Oi Skinny Wick! Could you go back of his mind? He crazy enough with the two of us here, no need to let him became more unfocused ya?)
/What do you mean? What did you-/
Oh we could do that! Cool! But why I felt that this is one of the author way of lazy writing again?
(Beats me but it's pretty convenient eh?)
He gritted his teeth, letting out a low growl at Stryker. "They wouldn't. They love me, and they'd love my late and surviving siblings too! You must have done something to make them forget us!"
"Oh, we've got a smartass here, huh? No matter. You're going to be my perfect little soldier after I am done with your family, even better than the Winter Soldier. Sedate him again! Bring Bradley and Wraith over here! Let's see if his powers are still active when he's unconscious."
"Wait! Wait! I'll be a good boy! I promise! Just do—" But his head was already spinning as the sedative coursed through his veins, knocking him out cold. As he fell asleep, two new consciousnesses and mutations joined him. He really needed to start keeping his mouth shut. Just kidding, he probably never will.