HOLY FANFIC, BATMAN! WE HIT 150 READS!”
The gates of Chapter 3 were opening. Angels sang. Aizawa smiled (slightly). All Might posed majestically. And yours truly—Deadpool—was about to treat you to more heroic hotness, explosive action, and maybe a few emotionally confusing moments between characters.
I walk into the writing room, ready to narrate like a caffeinated gremlin, and what do I find?
Tubbyguts—the co-author, the man, the myth, the snack-hoarding legend—on the floor with energy drinks, potato chips, and dreams, the glorious co-author, hyperventilating like Mineta at an all-girls training camp.
“MY FILES!” he screamed.
“MY USB DRIVE!! IT’S CORRUPTED!!”
And not like ‘corrupted villain’…
No, we’re talking real, computer-barfed-on-itself, digital DOOM.
Every chapter. Every scene. Every carefully crafted dialogue where Nate roasts someone mid-punch?
Gone.
The fan art folder?
Vanished.
His backup folder?
Was apparently a decoy folder with nothing but cursed memes.
Naturally, I tried to help like the responsible co-narrator I am.
“Quick! Get the rice! That’s for wet phones? Oh. Then maybe scream at it?”
“I’LL PERFORM CPR ON THE USB!”
“DON’T DIE ON ME, LITTLE GUY!”
Then Tubbs hit me with a frying pan.
Deserved. I accept this.
So be patient.
Drop some love in the comments to support Tubbyguts.
Pray to whatever anime god you believe in.
And tell your friends to read the story anyway because WE WILL BE BACK.
And if we can't recover it?
Then I'll grab Henry, and a bottle of whiskey, and we’ll recreate the chapters from memory with sock puppets if we have to.
Deadpool out—but not gone.
Now excuse me while I Google “how to recover deleted files without crying.”
