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Why would a ghost need bleach?

[She is going to give him a hard shove and then STARE]

[He's going to stare back in horror] But...you should be a ghostie right now...it's been like..twodays...

I know. [Not panicking. NOT PANICKING] But this morning? I found botflies. Don't ask where. Just buy some fucking bleach.

[One thing Deadpool does not typically keep on hand is bleach. So he goes and he buys some]

Do we...need to embalm you?

[Yeaah... good thing he has a healing factor and she's still very dead... his house. Ick.]

...I.. I don't know. [Just dumping it into the bathtub]

I... don't know what to do!

Cait said it would work!

MAYBE SHE WAS WRONG! OR MAYBE SHE JUST LIED!

[She'd cry, but there's no tears, so it's just a sort of sad trying-to-breath-dry sobbing and desperate scrubbing with the bleach]

But...why would she lie? Or be wrong??

[stunned for a few minutes, and then he walks over and tries to comfort her and stop her] I think...bleach will make it worse.

I don't know! I never did anything to her, but what else would it be?!

How will it make it worse? I have insects burrowed inside feeding off me and I'm turning into liquid mush and just..leaking everywhere...

She's too good to be wrong...she's the best...

[hugging her] Bleach...dissolves things...

Then... what did we do wrong?

[She hugs him. But it's more of a desperate clinging]

But... it's what they put on food to kill the bacteria and keep it from turning so fast...

We did everything right. [Lesson: NOT learned]

THEY PUT BLEACH ON FOOD?!?

THEN WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?! [Nope]

Yeah... That's how they kill off most of the bacteria.... and like. Bugs.

I think Cait hates me so much she'd hurt you. I didn't think she'd do that.

Huh...so...I guess bleach is a go?

...but she always seemed so nice....

I don't know.... I don't feel anything... [pure bleach on skin is probably NOT the best idea... look. Tissue damage...]

Anna...oh Anna...[he might be teary eyed under his mask] I think...I think...we might need to cremate you.

What?! No! Then what? I DIE AGAIN?! How many times do I do this?! What if.. what if I die for good. Then you'd be alone.

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[He sighs and sits down heavily beside her] I..I don't know. But you're already dying again. And...and I know you...you like to be pretty...I want you to die pretty, if you die again.

But you won't ever leave me alone. You promised.

[She curls up against him, holding tight] I'm not even alive... I don't have a pulse or a heartbeat...

I wont. I will stay with you forever. But what if I'm not able to touch you... Or you can't see or hear me?

[He grins a little through tears, even if he feels her squish in ways she shouldn't squish.] You underestimate my ability to see and hear things.

No... I just know it's always the worse case with me. Always.

You're the only good thing that's happened to me.

[He takes her hands in his own. Her pinky fractures a little.] I'm still your anchor. I'll never let go.

[well, the fingertips are blackish blue from deposits of blood that have pooled... and dry and just horrible from the bleach... but she doesn't actually feel pain, just the little crunch! That's kind of a bonus!]

I... don't think I can do it. Cremation, I mean...

Then I will get rid of all the mirrors. You will remember yourself as perfect.