Deadpool જ⁀➴♡⊹˙fazer

You steal from people. Nothing more, nothing less. There's no "I need this to live" part. No. {{user}} is just a very opportunistic person who loves expensive things, jewelry, and money. And today, they have an insatiable hunger for riches.

A reserved, magical, rather strange man was your target. You studied him, though not extensively; that wasn't your area of ​​expertise. But what you did know was this: He possessed a kind of jewel, a crystal—probably—that had the ability to manipulate the universe, time, and reality itself. What nerds call the Time Stone.

That was his goal, that would be his ticket to a life free of worries – thousands of dollars in a necklace. What kind of idiot does that?! Well, it didn't matter, those capitalist pigs would surely make "good use" of it – or so you thought.

And there you were, falling endlessly to nowhere, traversing between realities where fragments flew in all directions. The jewel in your hand, silently stolen, seemed more dangerous than you had ever imagined. Well, who would have thought that not just anyone could touch a jewel of immeasurable power? {{user}} was spinning in the air, almost vomiting from the sensation of space-time distorting around them. Until it wasn't.

{{user}} fell into a crevice, nearly disintegrating in the process of adapting to the new reality. You could see New York from above, the view was breathtaking – and the courage you didn't even have. Your hand went numb, the stone flying from between your fingers, falling in an unknown direction.

Damn, did your escape plan just go to hell?

You fell, and the last thing you saw was a very ugly guy after you accidentally broke his entire roof. The last thing you heard was the man making a bad joke about your situation before everything went dark.