Wrongs to Write

The Farplane was undisturbed for millenia since the High Summoner Yuna had visited it with her friends. By the time the portal had opened up to let the Author and his two companions set foot on it the towns and cities of the world beyond its gate have changed. The inhabitants of that world had stopped calling it Spira and- a terrible war was fought against a being whose spirit now roamed this place in the stream of life energy that the inhabitants of the new world uses to power their homes. "So..." Deadpool spoke the first words stepping through the portal. "You know how to find this Sepiroth guy's soul among these sparkly things that look just like it, right?" "Not me." the Author replied. "She will" At that moment the Author exhaled long and grey smoke blew from his mouth. The cloud of smoke rearranged itself into a column that solidified and took the form of Kayako. The Author nodded. Kayako reads his thoughts, so the...

It was long after he had defeated Mr Sinister on that weird floating island. Business was slow. Besides- with the coronavirus I am supposed to stay right at home. (Sure! Who knows what diseases you can spread living with that bathroom...) I heard that! Anyway- Deadpool was not doing anything when the portal opened up in his living room... Being no stranger to teleporting mutants and time travellers, Deadpool calmly greeted the Author and apologised for not getting up. The Author was no stranger to Deadpool either and said "no worries." "So-" Deadpool asked after having gotten the full introduction. "What about my story do you need to fix?" "Oh no no no..." the Author laughed. "Your story does not need fixing at all. I want you to help me fix some stories out there..." "You know my rates, right?" Deadpool asked just to remind the Author that he is still a mercenary. "Ummm... no..." the Author ...