Pinkie and the others found Wade exactly where she expected they would find him. In her room, with the door locked and every attempt to get him to open it met with a remark or comment that sounded like it was coming from an angry six year old. Which was something that the ponies could handle. Up until Deadpool threw one of his katana's up to its hilt through the door and sliced half of Rarity's mane off. The girls then had to spend twenty minutes dealing with Rarity and her crisis before they could focus on Wade once more.

"Wade, please let me in. I want to help you!" Pinkie pleaded with the mercenary, summoning all of the sympathy and caring she could in her voice. Deadpool responded with an offensive comment and a crack about Rarity's mane, which set her off once more and resulted in another thirty minutes of her crying.

"We don't have time for this!" Twilight exclaimed with fear, anger, frustration and a little bit of insanity. "Every moment we waste here trying to get Wade out of your room to help us is another moment that Slade get's closer to finding the source of magic and claiming it as his own. Which, as I feel I shouldn't have to remind you, will result in the death of everything in our world! Pinkie, what we need to do it-"

Pinkie spun her head a full one hundred and eighty degrees to look at Twilight, completely with the sickening cracking sounds that one would expect to hear when a neck spun that way. Yet it wasn't Pinkie's new foray into being a chiropractor that horrified Twilight, though it didn't help. No, what scared Twilight was the look on Pinkie's face. One that she hadn't used in a long time.

"Um, Pinkie, you've got...the look on your face," Twilight whispered calmly as she and the others stared in the calm yet raging eyes of the pink horse.

"Yes I am, Twilight. Because you are not making this situation any better," Pinkie said in a tone so calm that it was more terrifying than her screaming. "My friend is in there, emotionally distraught, and all you care about right now is saving the fate of the world."

"My response is that saving the world is way more important than a persons feelings, especially when that person is Wade."

"See, there you go again. Ignoring Wade's feelings and treating him like he's not a human, like he's some kind of freak of nature that deserves all of our hate and disgust."

"Have you met the guy, Pinkie? Every out of his word is either insane or some sexual innuendo," Applejack said with a shiver. "He honestly creeps me out."

"Really? Did any of you even give him a shot? Try to learn about him or get to know him as a friend?" Pinkie asked the other, holding up a hoof when the other started to open their mouths. "The answer is no. You fell for the same thing that everything else fell for. The jokes, the smart mouth and the annoying things he does. None of you see the tears hiding behind that mask."

"Actually we can't see anything behind the mask."

"Ugh, just stay out here and let me handle this," Pinkie asked, before she slammed her hind hooves into the door and kicked in clear across her room. Of course, the moment she kicked the door off of its hinges she activated all of the mines that Deadpool had in his spandex for whenever he didn't want somebody walking in on his alone time. Yet to the girls and even Deadpool's surprise, the explosion of the landmines turned into an explosion of confetti a moment later, allowing Pinkie access into her room. There, laying in her bed with the covers draped over his body, was the merc with a mouth, hiding from the ponies.

"Heya Wade, how are you doing?" Pinkie asked in a kind tone as she walked into the room.

"Fuck off," Deadpool said from beneath the covers as a gun came pointing out from underneath the sheets. The five ponies that hadn't followed Pinkie into the room gasped at the sight of it, but Pinkie smiled softly and shook her head.

"Come on Wade, we both know you won't shoot me. Even if you did, I'm not afraid of a water gun," Pinkie responded. Wade looked at his weapon to see that indeed his firearm had been replaced with a water pistol. With a shrug he threw the gun and Pinkie, who moved slightly out of the way to avoid being hit.

"Why are all of you here? Shouldn't you be off trying to save your world from Slade? It won't be long until he finds the source of magic and kills you all."

"That's what I'm saying! We don't have time to-" Another glare from Pinkie silenced Twilight, before she glanced back down at Wade with her comforting face.

"We're here because we care about you. Because we're you're friends. Even if we don't always show it the way we should."

"Oh here it comes. The friendship bullshit speech that's suppose to make us closer than ever and inspire me to go fight Slade for you guys because none of you can beat him," Wade snarled as he kicked the covers off of himself, sitting up and glaring eye to eye with Pinkie. "Well let me tell you how this is going to go. That little speech of your's can go straight to hell, because I'm not helping you guys. Get killed by Slade for all I care. All it does it get rid of another group of beings that hate me."

"We don't hate you Wade. And you don't really mean that," Pinkie comforted once more, gently patting Wade on the shoulder. "If you didn't care about us you would have left Equestria and us to our fate. But here you are sticking around, like the hero you are. If you didn't care you wouldn't be-"

"HERO?! Bhahahahahaha! That might be one of the funniest things you've said yet Pinkie, and I've heard a lot of funny things from you," Deadpool cackled, throwing his head back for dramatic effect as he did so. "Please, I'm a sleezeball mercenary that only cares about himself who came to this world because I had hoped to make an easy buck in the process. Don't think for a moment that I'm anything other than that. Others can attest for me."

"Uh-huh, sure. You're all those things and more. That's what you want people to think," Pinkie replied softly, getting Deadpool to narrow his eyes beneath the mask.

"Oh I know what you're doing. You're about to give me the other barf inducing speech. The one about how it doesn't matter what I'm like when I have the mask on, it's what's underneath the mask that counts, right? Well my dear ponies, do you want to see what's underneath the mask?! What I really look like?"

Before any of the ponies could say yes or no, Wade reached up and ripped the mask clean off of his face. There, in all of it's unholy glory, was Wade's face. Deformed, scared and looking like something one might see out of a horror movie. Tumors pulsed, flesh convulsed and one of Deadpool's eyes faced in a different direction.

Each of the ponies reacted to Wade's face in a different way. Twilight's brain immediately began searching it's vast history banks in search of a memory erasing spell that would be powerful enough to erase the image that was being seared deeper into her mind with each second she stared at it. Applejack tried to tear her eyes away only to find that her willpower had abandoned her in this moment of need. Rainbow Dash's wings acted where her brain failed and flew her straight through Pinkie's roof, freeing her from the terror before her.

Rarity turned over the guard rail for the second floor and puked her guts up all over the floor bellow, knowing that no amount of showers or spa days would ever make her feel clean again. And it would take a full team of paramedics to tell whether Fluttershy, who was laying on her back with her stiff legs sticking straight up, was alive or dead.

Pinkie didn't even flinch.

"And?" she said after a moment of staring at Wade's face, a bored look on her face.

"And? Aren't i repulsive to you? The most horrifying thing that you've ever seen?" Wade asked, not used to a person, or pony, hardly being phased by how he truly looked.

"So you don't look like how I thought you would. Whoopie," Pinkie said with a shrug. "Besides Wade, like you were going on about, I don't care what you look like on the outside. It's what's on the inside that counts. And that's why, after seeing what you're like on the inside, that I know you're a hero."

"A hero? Really, me? No Pinkie, I'm a merc. A merc just like Slade that's only interested in money and bitches." Now it was Pinkie's turn to laugh and laugh she did. She clutched at her stomach as she fell onto her back and laughed at Wade's words, while the merc stare down at her like she was crazy.

"That might be the funniest thing I've heard YOU say!" Pinkie managed to spit out in-between laughs. "Is that what you want me to think? That you're a terrible person like Slade is. Oh no my friend, I know you all too well to fall for that."

"What do you-"

"What do I know? I know that Slade wouldn't prioritize saving Spike over getting a weapon that could hurt him. I know Slade would put a death device inside of a foal to get what he wants. And I know for certain that Slade wouldn't throw a cookie like a shuriken to save a foal that had wandered out of its crib," Pinkie told Deadpool in a knowing tone.

"How do you...?"

"I'm like you Wade. I see things that I shouldn't be able to. Like how ever since you've gotten here you've been helping us, whether we know it or not. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see what a sicko Slade was until it was too late," Pinkie said with a bitter smile. "But I don't need to see all of these things to know that that's the key difference between you and Slade. Deep down, Slade is a terrible person who cares only about himself. And deep down, you care about others, now matter how you try to convince us otherwise. That's how I know you're a hero."

Pinkie then reached up and gently placed her hoof on the side of Deadpool's horrifying face, smiling up at him as if nothing was wrong. "That's why you saved the little Cakes. That why you saved Spike even when you nearly got vaporized for it. It's why you saved Flurry and Luna despite everything the princesses have said about you. Because deep down you are a hero. Like really deep down. Deeper than the ocean depths down. I don't even think our planet goes down deep enough to-"

"I get it Pinkie," Deadpool replied as he gently reached up and removed Pinkie's hoof, smiling softly at her with a tear leaking from his eye. Which was still really disgusting with his face. Then he glanced over at the other ponies, half of who had managed to somewhat recover from the shock of looking into the face of absolute horror. "And what about the rest of you? You agree with what your friend says?"

"Wade, I-urp...I think I have been quick to have been swept up into your persona," Twilight admitted in-between attempts to keep the vomit down, a natural response to seeing Wade. "I thought you were exactly what you sold to me. A perverted jackass that only care about money. But if Pinkie can see past all that to see good in you, then I will try as well."

As Wade looked over each of the ponies, they all nodded in agreement as best as they could without losing their lunches (except Fluttershy who was still paralyzed on the floor). Then he glanced down at Pinkie once more, who smile grew larger as she handed Deadpool's sword back to him.

"So what do you say Wade? Friends?"

"Oh what the hell. You're all so cute that I can't stay mad at you," Deadpool said in his regular tone, before pulling Pinkie into a squeak inducing hug. "Alright, you guys have convinced me. I'll go kill a nearly unstoppable psychopath for you all."