The Peters did not dare disturb Deadpool, who had his eyes shut tight as he immersed himself in fantasy.
Silently and swiftly, they climbed up the walls.
But after receiving no response for so long, along with the perverted noises from the other Deadpools nearby,
the original Deadpool sensed that something was wrong and slowly opened his eyes.
"Wait, what was that sound? Shit, B-15, don't tell me you found other Deadpools too..."
The moment Deadpool opened his eyes,
what he saw was neither B-15 nor other Deadpools.
Instead, Peter Parkers filled the walls, ceiling, and floor!
Deadpool's eyes instantly widened.
He looked up, turned his head, and looked down, his vision filled with the vivid colors of Spider-Man suits.
The Peters, meanwhile, all froze in place, unable to advance or retreat.
Splat.
Deadpool loosened his grip, and Deadpool Dog fell to the floor.
Joker Dog was also staring at the Peters, its long tongue flopping around outside its mouth.
"Oh. My. God!"
Deadpool dramatically cupped his cheeks with both hands.
"Where have I come to? Is this Heaven? Damn it, which writer sent me to Heaven?"
Deadpool let out a howling scream.
"Peter! My Peters! Oh my God, get into my arms already! I'm going to rub your spider eggs hard!"
Flailing his arms and legs, Deadpool leaped toward the nearest Peters.
The Peter closest to him immediately let out a shrill scream and scrambled away along the wall on all fours.
The other Peters also scattered like startled birds in a forest, running for their lives.
Deadpool missed.
But he was not disappointed.
There were simply too many Peters here.
So many that it felt like he had opened a Peter harem.
"Don't run, Peter, my Peter!"
Deadpool wailed lustfully, twisting his waist and hips as he chased