Victor Von Doom Stood in the throne room of his embassy where half a dozen screens hovered around him projecting the results of the Blue Flu turning the entirety of the city into a zoo of blue furred animal people. All around the city mass rampages took place where those infected devoured, fought and… Well… Screwed anything they could get their horny little mits on. Manhattan looked like it had been sacked! Broken windows and burning cars could be seen everywhere while packs of blue furred monsters stalked the streets and at the perimeter of the city hundreds of those animal people beat their claws and fists against the energy barrier keeping them in check.
"Excellent, the city is now 100% infected." Checking one screen his eyes cocked in confusion at the sight of J. Jonah Jameson hanging from a flag pole, holding for dear life and still broadcasting what he was witnessing through a portable microphone and ham radio. And to the dictator’s astonishment he was still uninfected, his tyrade was so lengthy the cantankerous news caster almost never had a chance to inhale the virus when it was released. "Hmm, make that 99.999%"
Focusing on the screen showing JJ Jameson, Victor Von Doom turned up the volume to his spy bot and listened to what the man was blathering about.
"THIS IS ALL SPIDERMAN’S FAULT!!! He’s planned this from the beginning, with everyone turned into blue zoo buggers he’s free to rob and plunder this city without a cop to stop him, but don’t worry fair citizens of New York your Daily Bugle contributor is recording EVERYTHING to make sure there’s enough evidence to put that greasy web-slinger behind bars once and for all…"
Oblivious and STILL barking away to the microphone JJ never noticed a blue wolfman climbing up the wall to his flagpole perch, licking his chops and reaching out to grab him. Before the beast could a blue tiger man reached out and stopped him, making the blue wolf glare at the creature stopping him.
"What? I’m hungry!"
"Yeah? You’re already a giant blue wolf, you wanna catch what HE’s got?!"
Looking back at Jameson cursing Spider-Man’s name over and over again the blue wolf frown.
"Nope!"
Turning off the screens Doom shook his head before sitting back to his throne, his hands meeting under his metal chin in the oh so villainous ‘deep thought’ pose. "That’s just sad, some people are just too unhinged from reality to know what the truth is."
"I’ll say…" Called out a voice from the door, glaring at the entrance Doom’s eyes went wide with rage at the sight of Deadpool eating a sandwich, his mask half-way up to show his rotten crooked smile. "Oh by the way you didn’t answer my phone call, or the front gates, or your front door so I kinda crashed a convertible through it all."
"YOU!"
"ME?"
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DOOM DEMANDS IT!!!"
"Well guess what you big green cock-gobbler I woke up to find my favorite taco stand bare-ass empty and the streets looking like a zoo, now either you fix this and have your 80’s band fembots make me a God damn chimichanga." Lifting his other hand Deadpool waved the Blue Flu virus he stole from Doom’s lab. "Or I shove this down your throat to see what animal YOU are… I’m thinking a turtle, what do you think?"