"So, are you just going to stand there and gawk at me all day, or do you want to join the party?" Deadpool asked, breaking through Harley's internal struggle. Harley blinked, trying to shake off the stunned feeling. He looked at Deadpool, trying to determine if this was all just a hallucination. But the merc with a mouth seemed all too real, with the rip in his suit and the scar tissue peeking out, not something his imagination could conjure up.

"You're... you're real..." Harley muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief and wonder. "As real as they come, Harley boy," Deadpool replied, putting an arm around Harley's shoulders and drawing him closer. "And let me tell you, this is just the start of a very weird rollercoaster ride. "As Harley was trying to deal with the unexpected presence of Deadpool, a new holographic message appeared to him alone, invisible to Deadpool. The message, floating on the air, read, "Success. You have obtained Deadpool, a 5-star character. "As Harley glanced back and forth between the screen and Deadpool, confusion was written all over his face. He was still trying to process the fact that he had somehow "obtained" a five-star character and that said character was currently standing in his store room, chatting him up .He looked up at Deadpool, who was blissfully unaware of the holographic message. He almost considered showing it to the merc, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the fear that Deadpool would find out that he had been obtained as some sort of a collectible item, and the potential consequences that might follow. Deadpool, with a perceptive gleam in his eye, looked at Harley and seemed to understand the situation in an instant. "You look like you've just seen a ghost, Harley. What's got you all tongue-tied?" He asked, a sly grin on his face. Harley jumped, not expecting Deadpool to pick up on his internal struggle so quickly. He quickly composed himself, trying to act natural. "Nothing," he said, perhaps a bit too quickly. "Just... still trying to wrap my head around this whole situation, you know?"

Deadpool chuckled, clearly not buying it. "Sure, sure," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You're just standing there, looking like a deer in the headlights, and expect me to believe everything's fine and dandy."

He leaned closer, his expression growing serious for a moment. "I may be a big fan of breaking the fourth wall, but even I know when someone's hiding something. And let me tell you, you're not the best liar, pal. "Harley swallowed, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. He hadn't expected Deadpool to be so perceptive and observant. But then again, this was the merc with a mouth they were talking about. He tried to think of an excuse, but his mind was blank. Deadpool was too observant, and any lie he came up with would likely be seen through in an instant. Harley, feeling cornered and with no escape in sight, decided to go with the truth. He sighed and began to explain the situation to Deadpool. "Okay. Okay. I'll tell you. But you have to promise not to laugh, okay? "Deadpool raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "No promises, Harley boy. But go ahead, I'm all ears. "Harley took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Okay, so... this might sound a little weird. But... well, the thing is... I sort of, kind of, accidentally 'obtained' you? "Deadpool's smirk widened. "Obtained me? Like I'm some kind of a collectible item you found at a garage sale or something? "feeling embarrassed at how he had phrased it. But he nodded anyway, confirming it. "I guess... yeah, you could say that. "Deadpool let out a hearty laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. "Oh man, this is gold. You 'accidentally' obtained me? Like I'm some rare item dropped from a boss fight in a video game? "Harley winced at the laughter, feeling more embarrassed by the minute. He had hoped that Deadpool would take this seriously, but it seemed like he was enjoying every minute of this. Harley, still feeling embarrassed, tried to salvage the situation. "No, no. Listen, I know this sounds strange, but there's more to it. There's this...this system window, like a computer screen that pops up? And it said I 'obtained' you. And then...then it gave you a rating. A five-star rating. "Deadpool's laughter died down, replaced by a look of curiosity. "A system window? And it rated me a five-star? That's a new one, I gotta say. Go on, explain. "Harley took another deep breath, relieved that Deadpool was at least listening now. "Well, it's basically this thing that appears when I...well, when I get someone new. And based on how powerful or rare they are, it assigns a star rating. Five stars being the best, of course. "Deadpool's expression softened a bit. "So, this is a first for you, huh? You'd never 'obtained' anyone before me? "Harley nodded. "Yeah, you're the first. And to be honest, I was as shocked as you are when it all happened. I still don't understand it fully myself. That's why I was so stunned earlier. "As Harley looked at the screen, he saw all the stats and information about Deadpool, presented like a character profile from a video game. His eyes then flickered to the bottom of the screen where the gacha counter was displayed, currently at 0. It indicated that the gacha would reset in 5 days, giving him a chance to obtain other characters. He couldn't help but marvel at the system window and how it operated like a game. 5-star characters like Deadpool were clearly rare and powerful, and he felt a mix of excitement and anticipation at the prospect of obtaining more characters in the future. The sound of the doorbell echoed through the store room, snapping both Harley and Deadpool out of their conversation. Both of them looked at each other, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.(writer:- well its night time there of course)

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