In the dark corridor, the sound of time flowing echoed like a low tide in every corner of the TVA headquarters. The timeline screens on the walls flickered, and broken timeline branches spread like cobwebs. A team of uniformed TVA Agents hurried past, their expressions serious and tired, their time sticks emitting a low hum.
"Who is in charge of this restoration mission?" Hunter B-15 pushed open the conference room door, scanning the room coldly, a hint of impatience in her eyes. The table was piled high with files, interspersed with various strange timeline branch error reports. The recent frequency of time branch outbreaks had made the entire TVA incredibly busy.
"Mobius is in charge, but it looks like he's late again." Director Ravonna sat at the head of the long table, her fingers tapping the surface, her tone carrying a hint of subtle dissatisfaction. "He always has an excuse to 'take a walk' or 'get coffee'."
The conference room door suddenly opened, and Mobius strode in, holding a cup of hot coffee, his face bearing his usual casual smile. "Hey, sorry, I just ran into a really interesting variant timeline incident in the lobby and almost got lost."
B-15 rolled her eyes. "Stop making excuses, Mobius. The timeline cleanup you were in charge of is where the problem occurred this time."
Mobius walked to the table, set down his coffee cup, took the file Ravonna handed him, and glanced through it. "What's wrong? My time cleanup records have always been clean, leaving almost no errors—oh, wait, it says 'mistransferred' here, what does that mean?"
"'Mistransferred' means exactly what it says," Ravonna said coldly. "Someone was incorrectly teleported to a Universe that doesn't belong to him, and what's more, he's been there for a full 72 hours. Do you know what that means?"
Mobius frowned. "Okay, that does sound a bit tricky, but who would make such a basic mistake? I don't recall approving any incorrect transfers."
"The problem is," Ravonna stared at Mobius, her gaze sharp enough to pierce his soul, "we checked the records, and this erroneous time branch cleanup mission went through your approval process."
"What?" Mobius was stunned, his brows tightly knit. "Impossible, how could I approve such an incorrect operation?"
"Records don't lie." Ravonna pushed the file towards him. "And what's worse, the person who was mistransferred—is Deadpool."
Mobius nearly spat out his coffee. "What? You mean Wade Wilson? The guy in the red suit who talks a mile a minute?"
"Yes, that Wade Wilson." Ravonna's tone carried a suppressed anger. "Now he's causing chaos everywhere in a Universe that doesn't belong to him, and he might even trigger a bigger timeline crisis."
The conference room fell silent, even the hum of the time sticks became grating. B-15 slammed her hand on the table. "Then what are we waiting for? We need to bring him back immediately!"
"Uh, hold on," Mobius raised his hand, trying to interrupt her. "We're talking about Deadpool. Is he the type of guy who will just meekly come back with us? Also, which Universe was he mistransferred to?"
"According to the records, he was sent to the 'Explosion Fun' timeline." Ravonna took out a document and handed it to Mobius, which contained a detailed description of the 'Explosion Fun' timeline: a wild parallel Universe similar in style to 'Afro Samurai', where humans use fireworks and explosions as artistic expressions, and the technological level is a strange combination between steampunk and cyberpunk.
Mobius blinked. "Oh, my god, he must be having the time of his life."
The scene cuts to a market center in the 'Explosion Fun' timeline, where Deadpool is standing on a gaudily modified motorcycle, waving a giant firework stick filled with gunpowder in his hand. He shouts to the crowd, "Friends! Have you ever thought about greeting a new day in a more explosive way? Try this!" As soon as he finished speaking, he plunged the firework stick into the ground, igniting dozens of huge powder kegs around him, instantly triggering a dazzling chain of explosions.
The crowd cheered, and some even started applauding. Deadpool laughed like a maniac, took off his mask, and shouted at the camera, "Hey, Mobius, see that? This is my World! I am god here! And—wait, who's watching me?!"
The scene cuts back to the TVA. Mobius closed the file, his expression somewhat complex. "Alright, what do we do now?"
Ravonna sneered. "What do we do? Of course, we send you to bring him back."
Mobius's expression froze instantly. "Send me? No, Ravonna, that's not reasonable. I'm not saying I'm afraid of him—actually, I just simply think that Deadpool needs some special... taming methods. Sending me is just a waste of the TVA's resources."
B-15 couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Taming? Mobius, do you think he's a dog?"
"Hey, I mean control the situation!" Mobius quickly defended himself, a hint of guilt in his tone. "You know, Deadpool isn't the type of guy who cooperates easily, he's... how should I put it? Very creative."
"Creative?" Ravonna raised an eyebrow. "I recall he was ' creatively' stuffing bombs into the timeline just a second ago."
Mobius spread his hands. "Alright, I admit it, but sending me is really useless, Deadpool won't listen to me at all. I suggest we send... uh, the Hunter unit, or a special negotiation team."
"Mobius, this mistake is your responsibility," Ravonna stared at him, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Furthermore, according to the records, Deadpool seems to like you a lot. At least, more than any of us."
"That's because I brought him candy!" Mobius protested. "That doesn't mean we have any special relationship!"
B-15 bit her lip, trying to hold back a laugh. "Stop struggling, Mobius. You're the only one who can bring Deadpool back. If you don't go, who will?"
Mobius sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Alright, but I need to bring some tools, at least prepare a whole lot of duct tape for gagging."
Ravonna waved her hand, signaling him to hurry. "Don't delay, we don't have infinite time."
Mobius reluctantly picked up the time stick from the table and walked towards the teleportation device. "If I don't come back, tell my jet ski that it will always be the love of my life."
At the other end of the crossing passage, the 'Explosion Fun' timeline was like a bizarre fireworks show. The streets were lined with sculptures pieced together from metal gears, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and steam, and pedestrians in leather jackets with fluorescent lights were talking loudly, seemingly oblivious to the continuous small explosions around them.
As Mobius stepped out of the portal, a firework shell exploded above his head, scattering colorful sparks all over his shoulders. He helplessly brushed the sparks off his shoulder, muttering through clenched teeth, "Truly a lunatic's paradise."
A cheer came from a distance, and following the sound, he indeed saw that familiar red figure. Deadpool was standing on a giant steampunk platform, holding a huge torch in his hand, like a conductor on a stage. While waving the torch, he led the crowd in igniting the surrounding piles of gunpowder, the entire scene resembling the climax of some disaster movie.
"Brothers and sisters! Let's have an even bigger explosion!" Deadpool's voice echoed across the entire square through a loudspeaker.
Mobius walked closer to the square, vigorously waving his time stick to try and get Deadpool's attention. "Wade! Stop!"
Deadpool turned his head and saw him, paused for a second, then broke into an exaggerated grin. "Hey, Mobius! You're finally here! Don't you think this place is great? I knew you'd love it!"
Mobius took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice calm. "Wade, we have to go back. Every minute you spend here makes the timeline more chaotic."
Deadpool jumped off the platform, skillfully weaving through the sparks of the explosions, and stood before Mobius. "Go back? Are you kidding? I don't want to go back! Look, how interesting the people here are, how wonderful the explosions are! And, nobody cares if I curse! This Universe is my home!"
Mobius rubbed his temples. "Listen, Wade, if you don't cooperate, the TVA will send people to get you, and it won't be this easy then."
Deadpool feigned surprise, clutching his chest. "Oh, I'm so scared! Will the TVA people pin me down and beat me up, then electrocute me with a time stick?" He paused, then suddenly his eyes widened excitedly. "Wait, that sounds good! Can I request B-15 to come and get me? She looks like she knows how to use force."
Mobius stared at Deadpool and sighed deeply. "I'm begging you, Wade, if not for me, then for the safety of this timeline, come back with me."
Deadpool tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Alright, Mobius, since you're a good guy, I'll consider it—" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly clapped Mobius's shoulder hard. "But before that, let's have another super big explosion!"
Mobius glared at him. "Are you serious?"
Deadpool nodded with a serious face. "Of course! You know, explosions can cure everything, especially that grim expression of yours!"
Mobius snapped impatiently, "Then where's your multi-dimensional travel device?"
"Hehe." Deadpool smacked his lips.
"I finally stuffed it into Dominic's hand."
"My F*ck?!!!"
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