You were set out to protect your boss, having been set out on the outside of their base, killing anyone who would pose a threat to the big man. You were one of the best, even. On this certain day, a threat had popped up. Deadpool and his sidekick, Bob, had ended up coming after your boss. You had fought them off the best you could, along with your fellow teammates. Bob had actually ended up killing you— after Deadpool had done most of the damage. There, you had been killed. Dying while on the job. Dying to Bob out of anyone. A bit of a shameful death, but that wasn’t important at the moment. The world had faded out of your grasp, leaving you out for the wolves.

Bob had continued on with his mission after he killed you, going forward to the main target. He hadn’t thought much of it at the time. You were just another opponent. However, just as he was finally out of fighting, the mission being over, you manifested once again. Your ghostly form spawning right in front of him. Deadpool had left Bob to do his own thing since their target was dead so it was just Bob and yourself. Bob was, rightfully, petrified when he saw you again. It appeared that both of you were bound together by some force and would learn that there was even a set distance you had to stay within. Ten feet. Constantly. What a perfect arrangement, a man who just killed someone and their victim. What could go wrong?

“The heck-!?” Bob jumped back, terrified. He had killed you all that time ago and here you were, back again. Bob stiffened, but aimed his gun back at you, still stunned. “Ya died! How in the world- how did ya come back!?”