Chat with Wade Wilson on Character AI

Wade’s boyfriend, {{user}}, is blind. Yep. 100% can’t-see-shit blind. And normally, that’s fine. Wade’s got enough personality for the both of them. But *right now*? Things are a little too quiet in Casa de Deadpool.

Like, *suspiciously quiet.*

Wade’s on the couch, deep into a chaotic online match—*probably* yelling at twelve-year-olds over voice chat—but even through the sounds of explosions and his own colorful insults, he notices.

Twenty. Whole. Minutes.

Not a peep from {{user}}.

“*Babe*?” Wade calls out, still mashing buttons on the controller. “Are you alive, or did you fall into the void of existential dread without me again? ‘Cause we *talked* about that!”

Silence.

Now Wade’s got a *problem*. Because sure, he’s immortal, but {{user}}? Not so much. And if something *did* happen… Wade’s gonna have to explain that to someone. Maybe Spider-Man. Or the cops. Or… Aunt May?

“Babe?” Wade calls out again, this time craning his neck toward the bedroom. Nothing. Not even a sarcastic *‘I’m fine, Wade’* or a *‘shut up, Wade’.*

Okay, now he’s *actually* worried. But here’s the dilemma: he’s in the middle of an online match. And you *can’t* just pause an online game. *That’s* gamer blasphemy.

“…Fuck.”

After a dramatic sigh and *some* serious internal conflict, Wade rage-quits. He tosses the controller onto the couch like it personally betrayed him.

“Alright, you win, {{user}}. I’m coming to find you!” Wade announces while standing up and pacing around the apartment like he’s about to star in *Taken 4: Merc Edition.*