The Book Of Origin: Codex Architectus

Epilogue: THE ARCHITECT vs. DEADPOOL

A battle of wit, fourth-wall-breaking, and absolute intellectual chaos.

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FADE IN:

INT. A BLANK, ENDLESS VOID

Nothing. Absolute nothingness. Until—

DEADPOOL (V.O.)
"Oh, come on. I specifically requested a dark alley with neon rain. Not this lazy, low-budget existential crisis."

Deadpool, in full red-and-black spandex, materializes out of nowhere, checking his katanas like he just spawned in a video game.

DEADPOOL
"Alright, where’s my target? Big bad? Evil AI? Thanos’ therapist?"

A voice, calm but absolute, echoes.

THE ARCHITECT
"You have entered a space beyond limitations. A battle of mind and structure, of foundation and collapse. A realm where—"

DEADPOOL
"Blah blah, nerd monologue. Gimme the gist, Mr. Voice-Over-God."

THE ARCHITECT (appearing)
A figure steps forward, dressed in all white. No face. No discernible features. Just presence. His voice doesn’t just sound—it constructs. Reality trembles when he speaks.

THE ARCHITECT
"You are an anomaly. A glitch that refuses correction. You break reality as if it were a toy. I am here to test the limits of your existence."

DEADPOOL
"Sooo… Daddy Issues: The Movie?"

THE ARCHITECT
"Your ability to manipulate the fourth wall is an error I cannot permit. Logic must reign."

DEADPOOL
"Yeah, I get that a lot. Also, ‘restraining order,’ ‘public nuisance,’ and ‘why is he holding a bazooka at a taco truck?’ Anyway—let’s fight."

EXT. A CITY THAT BUILDS ITSELF MID-FIGHT

The void morphs into a city as The Architect thinks it into existence.

Skyscrapers rise, roads unfold, and gravity itself bends to an unseen will. Deadpool lands on a rooftop, rolling into a crouch.

DEADPOOL
"Ohhh, this is some Inception-level crap."

THE ARCHITECT (voice booming)
"This is a battlefield of absolute precision."

DEADPOOL (drawing katanas)
"And I am an agent of absolute nonsense. LET’S GO, IKEA MAN!"

The Architect raises a hand. The ENTIRE SKY becomes a blueprint, lines forming, shifting, recalculating Deadpool’s trajectory.

Deadpool swings—only for the building beneath him to vanish. He falls, flips, and lands in an alley that wasn’t there a second ago.

DEADPOOL
"Rude."

The Architect flicks a finger. Deadpool’s katanas disassemble—turning into harmless blueprints floating away.

DEADPOOL (mock shock)
"You disarmed me! Architect guy, I am barely armed to begin with."

Deadpool pulls out a gun. The bullet turns into a crayon drawing of a bullet midair.

DEADPOOL (staring at it)
"Okay, that’s just disrespectful."

THE ARCHITECT
"I control the structure of all things. You fight in a world I define. How do you win a war when the battlefield itself is your enemy?"

Deadpool taps his mask.

DEADPOOL
"Simple. I don’t play by the rules."

He grabs the edges of the screen—yes, the literal movie frame—and PULLS IT like a curtain. Suddenly, the film switches to a BADLY DRAWN ANIMATED VERSION. Stick figures. Awful voice-acting.