When they found Monark and Deadpool again, the two were squatting on the roof of a mexican burrito shop somewhere in the dream, smoking. Since Deadpool had lung cancer, he usually did not smoke much. Apparently, today's stress had gotten to him.
"Did you handle it?" His cousin stood up, rubbing his hands together when he saw Deathstroke return, acting perfectly normal.
"More or less. I summoned the Dimensional Demon God Hoggoth to eat the cow. The Year of the Ox is over, and now it's the Year of the Tiger, so from that perspective, Big Tiger can counter Joker Cow too."
Su Ming patted Deadpool on the head, only to get a hand full of slime from his mask. It left him speechless. "Just stop letting your imagination run wild. I already know who's causing trouble behind the scenes. We're going to dig him out from the deepest layer of the dream."
Beside them, Monark stroked The Mustache. He seemed to have secretly waxed it. Holding his cigarette in an extremely gentlemanly manner, he nodded in agreement with Deathstroke. "I have a rough idea too. There are countless Dimensional Demon Gods capable of manipulating dreams, including even the Twenty-Eight Mansions of Munnipor in the Outer Planes. Each of them represents various concepts of the night and can make people dream, but as for those who deal in nightmares..."
Deathstroke picked up where he left off, motioning for Monark to use Scourgify on Deadpool while he rubbed his hands against the ground. "Most beings that make people have nightmares are Old Ones, but this dream is far too normal for an Old One. There would not be a Mexican burrito shop in Cthulhu's dream. So far, I haven't seen any malformed flesh tumors or fish-headed humanoid monsters."
"There it is!