Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

Mr. Nobody had never been a patient man—or entity, or whatever you wanted to call him. Waiting around for the perfect moment to strike wasn't really his style.

No, he was all about spontaneity, about jumping in when the mood struck him, and right now, the mood was striking him like a lightning bolt. 

"Three more chapters?" he scoffed to himself, lounging in his invisible chair that hovered just a few inches above the ground. "Who has time for that? Not me, that's for sure."

His restlessness had reached a peak. He wanted to stir the pot, to create some chaos, and he couldn't wait a moment longer. So, with a snap of his fingers and a devilish grin, Mr. Nobody decided to take matters into his own hands.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself prancing through the halls of The Gaia Federation Prison, the most secure facility in this quarter of the galaxy—a place where the most dangerous, destructive, and downright troublesome villains from both Marvel and DC were kept under lock and key.

The prison was a marvel of engineering, with layers of magical wards, technological defenses, and even cosmic barriers that made escape impossible—or so they thought.

But for Mr. Nobody, rules were just guidelines, and barriers were merely suggestions. He strolled through the prison like he owned the place, humming a tune that slowly built into a full-fledged song, his voice echoing off the cold, sterile walls.

🎶 "Oh, what a lovely day for mayhem, 

In the halls of doom, where villains lay, 

I'll set them free, to dance and play, 

And turn the world upside down, hooray!" 🎶

He spun on his heel, flinging open the door to the first cell with a flourish. Inside was Harley Quinn, sprawled out on her cot, looking as bored as ever. She perked up at the sight of him, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Hey there, Mister Nobody! Fancy seein' you here," she greeted with a sly grin.

🎶 "Oh, Harley dear, it's time to cheer, 

For today we're gonna break the rules! 

Get your mallet, call your crew, 

It's time to cause a ruckus, too!" 🎶

Harley didn't need any more encouragement. She grabbed her trusty mallet, a grin spreading across her face as she leaped out of her cell, already planning the chaos she and her gang would unleash.

Mr. Nobody skipped along, waving his hand to open the other cells as he continued his song.

🎶 "Goldielocks, my dear, so sweet, 

How about some trouble to stir up the street? 

The Big Bad Wolf and the Three Bears, too, 

Come out, come out, it's time to pursue!" 🎶

Goldielocks, who had been imprisoned for her insatiable greed and her penchant for bending reality to suit her whims, emerged from her cell, looking delighted at the prospect of causing havoc once again.

She was quickly followed by her twisted fairytale counterparts—the Big Bad Wolf and the Three Bears—each one more eager than the last to get back to their wicked ways.

[A/N Goldielocks from the Puss In boots movie, you now, the pretty British one]

As Mr. Nobody danced down the hallway, more and more villains joined his merry band. From obscure, lesser-known troublemakers to notorious big-leaguers, the prison was soon filled with a ragtag crew of chaos.

They marched behind him like a parade of misfits, laughing, cackling, and plotting their next moves.

🎶 "The Joker's jests, the Penguin's schemes, 

Lex Luthor's plots, and Riddler's dreams, 

All released with a flick of my hand, 

Let's turn this prison into Wonderland!" 🎶

Even the most dangerous villains, those kept in the deepest, most secure cells, found themselves freed by Mr. Nobody's whims.

But it wasn't just the big names that caught Mr. Nobody's attention. He was just as interested in the quirky, the strange, and the utterly bizarre. Villains like Condiment King, who attacked with ketchup and mustard, or Crazy Quilt, who had an unhealthy obsession with colors and patterns, were just as valuable to him.

After all, chaos came in all shapes and sizes, and he wanted a bit of everything.

🎶 "Come one, come all, to the grand escape, 

We'll rewrite the rules, let's set the tape! 

With chaos as our only guide, 

Let's take this world for a wild ride!" 🎶

As Mr. Nobody finished his song, he took a moment to appreciate his handiwork. The prison was now in complete disarray, guards were scrambling to regain control, alarms were blaring, and villains of all kinds were pouring out into the multiverse, ready to wreak havoc on an unsuspecting world.

"Now this," Mr. Nobody mused, twirling his finger in the air, "this is the kind of chaos that makes life worth living. Or... existing, I suppose."

He floated above the chaos, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the villains scatter like a pack of wild animals. But then, he paused, his mind wandering back to the two Deaths, still working together in a way that made his non-existent skin crawl.

"You know," he said aloud, breaking the fourth wall once more, "this is all well and good, but I still can't get over those two Deaths. Who decided that was a good idea? And why, pray tell, am I not the star of this little escapade? Honestly, it's a crime against storytelling."

He folded his arms, floating lazily in the air as the chaos he had unleashed spread like wildfire. "I mean, just think about it—Mr. Nobody, the main character, leading a charge of chaos across the multiverse.

Now that's a story worth telling. But no, instead I'm just the quirky side character who pops in every now and then. Where's the justice?"

With a sigh, he snapped his fingers, conjuring a lounge chair out of thin air and reclining in it as he watched the chaos unfold below.

"Still, I suppose this will have to do for now. But mark my words, author—my time in the spotlight is coming. And when it does, well... let's just say things are going to get a whole lot more interesting."

Mr. Nobody grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he settled in to watch the show. The world was about to experience chaos on a scale it had never seen before, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

After all, what's the point of being a cosmic trickster if you can't have a little fun?

And with that, the multiverse trembled, the villains ran free, and Mr. Nobody continued to plot his next move, all while humming his catchy little tune.

[A/N I will probably explain the prison thing some other time]

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[The End....]

Wait!!

You forgot something!

Ehem....

In a reality where the rules of narrative are more like suggestions than strict guidelines, Mr. Nobody was lounging comfortably on his conjured-up lounge chair, watching the chaos unfold in the multiverse below.

He sipped on an imaginary drink, utterly pleased with himself, when he felt a distinct ripple in the fabric of reality. Someone was coming—no, scratch that—someone was here.

The air around him shimmered, wavered, and suddenly, with a dramatic puff of smoke and a loud, unnecessary "ta-da!" Deadpool appeared, striking a ridiculous pose as if he'd just completed the greatest magic trick of all time.

"Wade Wilson, at your service!" Deadpool declared, his eyes hidden behind his signature red-and-black mask, but the grin was practically audible. "Or should I say, here to upstage your lackluster shenanigans, Mr. Nobody."

Mr. Nobody arched an eyebrow, his floating form tilting slightly as he regarded the intruder with mild interest. "Oh, this is going to be rich. Another fourth-wall breaker? Really? And here I thought I was the only one who could see beyond the veil."

Deadpool clapped his hands, slowly and sarcastically. "Bravo, you mysterious floating goofball! You can break the fourth wall. But can you do it with style?" He leaned in, as if sharing a secret with the audience. "Spoiler: You can't."

"Ha!" Mr. Nobody scoffed, floating up from his chair and straightening his posture. "Style? Please. I am the embodiment of style, the very essence of chaotic elegance. You're just a walking punchline with a penchant for overdone chimichanga jokes."

"Walking punchline?" Deadpool mimicked, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, I'm a dancing punchline, thank you very much. And what's this about overdone? Chimichangas are a timeless classic, my floating friend. They never go out of style!"

The two stood—or in Mr. Nobody's case, floated—face to face, or as close as one could get when one of them was a formless entity and the other was a very expressive mercenary.

The tension was palpable, but not the kind of tension that leads to a dramatic showdown. No, this was the kind of tension that precedes something utterly ridiculous.

"So," Deadpool began, tapping his masked chin with a finger. "You're trying to be the main character, huh? Think you can out-chaos me? The Deadpool? The Merc with the Mouth? The guy who somehow got two sequels?"

Mr. Nobody rolled his eyes, or at least gave the impression that he was. "Sequels? Please. I could have sequels, prequels, and spin-offs if I wanted. But I choose to remain enigmatic, mysterious, and—"

"—a total bore," Deadpool finished for him, pulling out a prop clapperboard from behind his back. "Face it, nobody—and I mean nobody—does chaos like I do. Let's just see what you're made of, Nobo."

"Don't call me Nobo," Mr. Nobody snapped, his form shimmering with irritation.

Deadpool grinned, his mask stretching comically. "Oh, it's on now."

And with that, reality itself seemed to warp and bend around them as the two fourth-wall breakers began their impromptu contest. Deadpool whipped out his katanas, twirling them with expert precision before flipping them into the air and catching them with a flourish.

🎶 "I'm the one who breaks the mold, with katanas sharp and moves so bold, 

You're just a floating joke, don't you see? 

The world needs more of me!" 🎶

Mr. Nobody wasn't one to be outdone. He snapped his fingers, conjuring a full orchestra out of thin air, complete with a conductor who seemed more interested in playing with the chaos than keeping the beat.

🎶 "You think you're funny, you think you're sly, 

But all you do is swing and try, 

I'm the master of all that's bizarre, 

And soon you'll see who's the real star!" 🎶

Deadpool's grin widened as he sheathed his katanas and whipped out a boombox instead, slapping it down on the ground and pressing play. Out blared an upbeat, catchy tune—something fittingly chaotic, perhaps a remix of Careless Whisper combined with *Party in the USA.

The two began a bizarre, chaotic dance-off in the middle of the distorted reality. Deadpool moved with exaggerated, almost cartoonish motions, moonwalking and doing the worm, while Mr. Nobody opted for floating breakdancing, twisting reality to create impossible moves that defied gravity.

As they danced, the multiverse around them started reacting. Buildings turned into rubber, the ground shifted colors like a psychedelic nightmare, and various characters from both Marvel and DC—heroes, villains, and bystanders alike—popped in and out of existence, utterly confused by the spectacle.

Deadpool didn't miss a beat, even as he noticed the sudden appearance of Batman, who gave the dancing mercenary a long, unamused stare before vanishing just as quickly as he appeared.

"Batsy!" Deadpool called out, waving. "Come on, join the party! Oh wait, too serious for that, huh? Guess I'll just have to bring the fun for the both of us!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Nobody was making the entire world around him change like a flipbook, turning it into everything from a black-and-white silent film scene to a cheesy 80s sitcom set. He was in his element, reveling in the absurdity of it all.

The climax of their "battle" reached a point where both of them stopped, breathing heavily—not because they were tired, but because they were milking the drama for all it was worth.

"Alright, alright, I'll admit," Mr. Nobody said, floating down to hover just in front of Deadpool, "you've got moves. But it's clear that this little sideshow is exactly that—a side note in the grand narrative."

Deadpool held up a finger. "Ah, ah, ah. I disagree. This is the main event! The grand finale! The... uh... what's another word for 'big'? Gimme a second." He pulled out a dictionary from his pocket, flipping through it at lightning speed.

Before Deadpool could come up with another ridiculous word, Mr. Nobody clapped his hands, sending the chaos around them into overdrive.

"No more words, Wade. It's time to show the world who the real fourth-wall breaker is."

Deadpool shrugged, tossing the dictionary over his shoulder, where it exploded into a puff of confetti. "Fair enough. But just remember—if I end up being the main character, I'm keeping the cool one-liners."

The two stared each other down, but just as they were about to unleash more chaos, the world around them froze. Time seemed to stand still, and a voice—calm, authoritative, yet laced with amusement—echoed through the frozen reality.

"Enough."

Deadpool and Mr. Nobody turned in unison to see... the author. Or rather, a representation of the author—a faceless, omnipotent figure who clearly had control over this narrative.

"You two have had your fun," the author said, the voice a blend of exasperation and fondness. "But there's a story to get back to. You can cause chaos later."

Deadpool crossed his arms, pouting like a child who'd just been told to stop playing. "Awww, come on, just a few more pages?"

Mr. Nobody sighed, flicking a speck of dust from his sleeve. "Very well. But I expect to be the star of the show next time."

The author chuckled softly. "We'll see about that. Now, back to the story."

And with a snap of the author's fingers, reality reset itself. Deadpool was suddenly back where he belonged—wherever that was at the moment—and Mr. Nobody found himself floating alone once more, the chaos he had created dissipating as if it had never been.

But before everything returned to normal, Mr. Nobody glanced at the fourth wall, a smirk playing on his lips. "You haven't seen the last of me," he promised, before finally, reluctantly, letting the story move forward.

And with that, the narrative returned to its regularly scheduled programming, though the echoes of their chaotic encounter lingered just at the edges of reality, waiting for the perfect moment to return.

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[The End. For real this time]