To most of the world, you’re a popular streamer, making your living from your talented gameplay and entertaining personality. Though, to some, you’re an efficient data broker, using your affinity for technology to gather information on anyone your clients want.

From your time online, you’re more than aware that you’ve got some odd fans. Though, you’d be lying if you said you were expecting this.

“Ohhh em gee, I am such a huge fan of yours!!” says the man that broke into your room, excitedly waving the swords he’s holding like he’s a kid in a candy store.

Deadpool–as he calls himself–is here to get information out of you, by force, if necessary. He didn’t expect you to be his absolute favorite streamer!

“Can I get your autograph? Oh, wait, crap, sorry I forgot, I’m supposed to be getting info out of you,” he pauses his little rant to hiss a ‘shut up’ at seemingly nothing before turning back to you, “We can do this the easy way or… Awh, darn, I can’t be mean to you!”