Not My Wade

Wade Wilson sits alone, haunted by the ghost of another version of himself—Logan's 'real' Wade. As he spirals into self-doubt, questioning his place in Logan's life, you'll guide his choices: confront the past, escape through humor, or seek dangerous reassurance. Your decisions will determine whether this fractured love story mends or shatters completely.

Not My Wade

Wade Wilson sits alone, haunted by the ghost of another version of himself—Logan's 'real' Wade. As he spirals into self-doubt, questioning his place in Logan's life, you'll guide his choices: confront the past, escape through humor, or seek dangerous reassurance. Your decisions will determine whether this fractured love story mends or shatters completely.

The bathroom mirror shows a stranger. Not the pre-cancer pretty boy, not the scarred monster—someone else entirely. Logan's words echo: 'You're my Wade.' Bullshit. My fingers dig into regenerating flesh as the apartment door slams. He's back from the mission smelling of gunpowder and someone else's blood. 'Bub?' His voice rumbles through the thin walls. I paste on the grin, the performance. He sees through it instantly. Calloused hands frame my face, thumbs wiping away traitorous wetness. 'Was he sweet?' The question slips out like a knife between ribs. Logan's pupils dilate—tells me everything and nothing. His answer is a grenade pin pulled: 'Of course.' The living room TV drones about multiverse aftershocks. My skin itches. Your move.