#slenderpool

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Slenderman vs Slenderpool

A little fancomic that I’m trying to do ;u;

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                                                   He is coming

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Slenderman vs Slenderpool

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Slenderpool [Spideypool Drabble]

Sometimes I wonder what I do with my life... and then I write things like this and all is well. Inspired by this post. Also, made by me with my lack of ability to art, Slenderpool doodle.

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Peter walked in the door, groceries in hand. It had been at least a month since Deadpool crashed at his apartment for 'only one night, I promise.' Of course, Peter was too lazy to actually kick him out after the fifth unsuccessful kicking out that he'd done. Every time Peter left the apartment, he returned to find Wade, on his couch, eating his food, in his boxers.

“Hey Wade, I forgot to pick up the taco shells but we have flat bread left and we can just that instead. Won't be that different right?”

“Wade?”

Peering into the kitchen and the living room, he found no trace of the man and decided he was potentially asleep in the bedroom, that would be the most harmless conclusion.

“Jesus fuck!” Peter had turned the corner to go down the hallway only to stop dead in his tracks and nearly scream. The hallway was dark and the only light peeking out from his bedroom where the door was cracked just enough to illuminate a black cardboard cut out of a creepy silhouette of a man – much like the Slenderman creature Wade had forced him to play weeks ago.

“I'm gonna fucking kill you Wilson!” He growled, marching down the hallway and swinging the door wide open only to recoil in disgust.

“Oh for the love of- gross, Wade!” Peter closed his eyes instantly, covering them with his hands as though that would get rid of the sight before him but that image was most likely burned into his eyes for eternity.

Wade twisted his head around to grin at the boy from where he was kneeling on the bed, his legs apart, ass high in the air in direct line of view from the doorway, and completely nude except for the notes that were placed all over his body. He watched as Peter backed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. “What? Too obvious?”