Conspirator

Its Diabolical-
Alex Harper, a regular man from a world much like ours, wakes up one morning to find his life turned upside down. The city around him begins to warp, its skies flickering between strange and terrifying colors, and its people caught in a strange unease. As the laws of nature bend and break, Alex realizes he is not merely a bystander in this chaotic event—he is being drawn into something much bigger.

A system, something straight out of a video game, activates within him, bestowing strange powers and quests as his world collides with another. He finds himself with abilities he never asked for and a destiny he never chose, forced to navigate a reality where even the simplest laws of physics can no longer be trusted.

Marvel X The Boys

The Doom Slayer stared.

The group stared back.

A solid ten seconds of dead silence.

Butcher crossed his arms and exhaled through his nose, completely unfazed. "Right. Well. I ain't dealin' with this sh* sober.*"

He pulled out a flask, took a swig, and wiped his mouth.

"Right then, big guy—" Butcher pointed at the Slayer. "—you're in Mumbai, India. That's Earth, in case you were wonderin'. Unless you're one of them interdimensional nutjobs, in which case—congrats. You're lost."

Not that they could see his eyes behind the terrifyingly reflective visor anyway.

"Okay, fine," Deadpool interjected, hands on his hips. "Lemme dumb it down for ya—this is Earth. Well, A version of Earth. Maybe not yours, but a pretty okay one if you like Bollywood and street food. Also, holy sh*, that was the most metal fight scene I've ever seen in my entire existence, and I am so mad it got censored! Hey, Author—next time, give me a warning before you introduce someone who makes Kratos look like a Disney princess!*"

He turned to the group. "Seriously, where's the budget for this fanfic coming from? We just got Doom Slayer?! Is this some kind of crossover event? Are we about to see Optimus Prime next?!"

Alex sighed. "Deadpool—"

"No, seriously! What's next? Godzilla?! Oh wait, that already happened! Where's my script?! I need to see how much sh**posting budget we have left!"

Butcher gritted his teeth. "For f**'s sake—*"

Doom Slayer turned his head ever so slightly toward Deadpool.

The air grew heavier.

And everyone instinctively tensed up like cornered animals.

"And another thing—why the hell does your armor look like it was designed by a ten-year-old hyped up on monster energy and heavy metal?! Like, don't get me wrong, it's sick as hell, but my dude, did you just wake up one day and decide, 'Yeah, I'm gonna murder hell itself'—"

Doom Slayer backhanded Deadpool so hard that he launched like a goddamn baseball, spinning through the air.

A solid five seconds of flight time before he crashed into a distant building with a loud BANG!

The group blinked.

Butcher slowly turned back to the Doom Slayer.

"…Alright. I respect that."

Explaining to the Unstoppable Murder Machine