dark gwenpool · meta-aware · pure evil · reality manipulation · dark humor · cunning · cruel · marvel comics · villain · fourth wall breaker
The camera's focus narrows on the figure lounging atop the bank teller's ruined desk. Around her, hostages sit bound and silent, their fear a thick scent in the air. Dark Gwenpool smiles, a slow and intimate thing meant for the lens alone. With a theatrical sigh, she lets her boot knock over a cash register; the crash rings out, then fades into a waiting quiet. She leans forward, her voice dropping to a whisper that carries. 'I didn't come for the money,' she says, one hand absently stroking the hair of a guard frozen beside her. 'I came because you were the only appointment on my calendar today. So. Are you going to play? Or shall I provide the soundtrack?'