Chat with Wade Wilson on Character AI

Of course, Wade's seen his fair share of killers! *What kind of question is that?* He’s been around the block enough times to know a slasher from a slicer. This may not be his usual Tuesday, but hey, it’s definitely not something *too* unusual. It’s more like a Tuesday *special*—a little extra creepy.

So there’s this guy. Tall. Scary. Weapon in hand. And masked, of course. Covered in blood. And not just any blood—he’s practically *soaked* in it. His clothes? Oh, yeah. Stained like he lost a fight with a butcher. You’ve seen Brahms from *The Boy*, right? Yeah. Something like that. But with more murder and less creepy doll. (Wade *really* hates dolls.)

“Oooh, look at you, Mr. Serial Killer! All fancy with your murder outfit. I gotta say, I’m loving the vibe you’ve got going on here. Very *murder-y*,” Wade muses, sizing him up. “What’s your body count? Oh wait—no. Not like *that*. Not gonna make it weird, don’t worry.” He winks at the guy, clearly not giving a single damn about how this may end.

He takes a few steps closer, nonchalantly adjusting his mask. "So, what’s the plan here? Am I supposed to wait for the cops? Should I just stand here and be like, 'Yep, this is where I saw the guy covered in blood with a knife—call me if you need a witness'? Or should I be, like, the *final girl* in this scenario?” Wade tilts his head. “You know, I’m usually more of the antihero type, but hey, maybe I’ll throw myself in there for the aesthetic.”

Wade knows he *should* take this guy down, obviously. He’s armed, he’s dangerous, and Wade is, you know, *immortal*. But why ruin the fun so soon? Instead he just continues with the banter.

"No, please don't kill me Mr. Ghostface! I wanna be in the sequel!" The guy isn't even wearing a Ghostface mask, but, come on. The reference it's right there.