Hey there, my fellow peoples! I saw how you guys liked my first fanfic, so I decided to do another one! Corpse Party again... yeah I know. But this time Deadpool is in it! I decided to make this crossover after I was heavily inspired by The Omen of Death's Deadpool-Corpse Party crossover, so go check him out please and-

"Hey, narrator, shut the hell up! Is this about you, or us?"

"Give the kid a break, this is his second fanfiction. Also, he's the narrator, so he kinda has to talk if we want our story to progress."

"Bullshit! If he wants to write a fanfic about us, he'd better do it right! I'm not some fictitous fuckboy who won't know if his story is shit! I demand quality!"

"Well, if you want quality, look no further than a fanfiction story about us getting trapped in an abandoned japanese school where ghost children and insane people congregate and schoolchildren die grusome deaths while misery and sadness cloud the atmosphere."

"Yeah, but not this time! We're gonna kick ghost butt!"

"With what? Swords and guns? I don't think that we're exactly Ghostbusters material."

"Guys, guys, shut the fuck up. Ok, narrator, you can go ahead and do the story, but if you fuck it up, you're gonna be the paper doll!"

Erm, right. First we should tell the readers which voice in your head is which.

"I am Deadpool's voice of reason. I try to keep him from doing something stupid, which doesn't always happen, as you can tell."

"Hah! Voice of reason? More like voice of pussies! I'm Deadpool's fun-loving voice! We usually get along!"

"Ok, narrator, what's next?"

Well, now I tell the story.

"Alright! Let the story commence!"

Deadpool sat in his apartment, legs up on the sofa. He was watching videos on his phone.

"I loved that one with the Go Pro falling down the stairs. Ahaha! How did they get the footage?"

"Ever heard of memory cards?"

"What? You can put memories on a card?"

"Well, not exactly. It's more like information. Information on a card."

"Well why don't they call it a 'information card'?"

Deadpool rolled his eyes. He was used to his voiced rambling about random things. Then, he saw something that caught his eye.

"Hey, guys. Shut the hell up for a second. Look, a Corpse Party anime."

"Hmm, maybe we could watch it to learn about what we are getting ourselves into."

Deadpool's voice was referring to the charm that they were about to do, Sachiko Ever After, which he was going to use to get into the world of Corpse Party.

"Sachi-who? And why don't we just play the game?"

"Because the author is poor."

"What? What the fuck is he using to write this story with, then?"

"A tablet."

"Alright, fine. We'll watch this stupid fucking anime. Not like we have anything better to do."

Deadpool made popcorn, sat down, and watched all four episodes of Corpse Party:Tortured Souls. After he was finished, he reflected on it.

"Holy shit, what a fuckin snooze-fest."

"I don't get it. Why did the girl kill people in revenge? Why didn't she just kill the principal and go?"

"Because then the screenwriters wouldn't have anything to write about."

"Well did they have to do it with all the fuckin' crying and shit? I mean, they put boobs in it-props- but no gunfights or anything? What about car chases and blowing shit up?"

"I don't think they intended it to have any of that because it's supposed to be a HORROR game."

"Well, we can do that for them, right?"

"You're goddamn right! Let's do this!"

Deadpool pulled out a paper doll from his magic satchel and put it on the coffee table.

"Uh-oh. Problem here!"

"What? Did we forget something?"

"We can't do the charm with one person. The directions say at least two."

"Hmmm, we may need to get an extra player here. WEASEL! GET YOUR BEHIND UP HERE, AMIGO!"

"Coming, Wade. What is it?"

A short man with glasses came upstairs. He was wearing a green hoodie and had oil on his fingers.

"Weasel! Have I got something for you, my friend. We are going to do this friendship charm, and then we will be happy forever and shit."

"Uhh, ok. What do I do?"

"That's what I like to hear! Now, put your hand on this doll. Good. Now say in your head, Sapi-Uhh... Serki-No wait, that's not right either. God! What was her fuckin' name again?!"

"Sachiko."

"Right, right. Sachiko. Say Sachiko, we beg of you three times in your head."

"Wouldn't that be five, because of us?"

"We have only one head."

"Ahh, good point."

The two were silent, as they both said the words three times.

"Ok! Now, we pull the doll apart!"

They did so.

"Ok, now hold on to that bitch and keep it somewhere save, like in your pocket or some shit."

"Uhh, Wade, I don't see how this is supposed to make us friends forever."

"Ahh, shut up asshole!"

All of a sudden, the ground began to shake. Deadpool and Weasel crouched down, trying to avoid being thrown around.

"Wade, what did you do?"

"Hey, Weasel. Relax! I knew this was going to happen."

"What? You what?"

The ground opened up, swallowing the two in a black void. Deadpool had one last word before everything was silent:

"LET'S GET THE CHIMI-FUCKIN-CHANGAS OUT!"

"Dang! That wasn't half-bad! I like it!"

"Tune in next time to see some explosions and shit! Right narrator?"

Right!