Deadpool stood up, testing his limbs to see if they had reattached correctly.

He looked where Peter and Jayden had run off to..

(This... isn't really a place I belong right now.)
(What now, then?)

He remembered the money he had been carrying around. $1000 dollars.

"I heard an old friend was around here... I think it's time to give him a visit."

With that, Deadpool walked away.

Marth was tempted to follow Jayden and Spider-Man, but he couldn't leave Deadpool alone. Then Deadpool apparently started walking elsewhere. The prince of Altea decided he might as well follow him... Jayden and Spider-Man could probably easily find them. "I still wish I had an explanation for all this, but it appears that only more questions arise..."

GLaDOS came back online with a start.
She looked around, and realized that she was in a new shiney core, in the action of being placed back into the master body.

Within a few seconds, GLaDOS was plugged back in, and in control.
If GLaDOS had a mouth, she would have smiled.

Her clock read that she had been gone for a grand total of one minute, and that systems had run on automatic for that full minute. Yet another impossibility that she had to put out of her mind.
It was almost like nothing had ever happened, save the one little piece of proof lying on the floor in front of her.

GLaDOS extended one arm from the roof, scooping up the little cylinder with it's button that had teleported her to Crossover Central.
the arm retracted, whisking the teleporter away to be studied for the next generation of portals - those that would link between dimensions.

Finally, GLaDOS logged onto the internet, loading the internet page that she had found when she searched up 'Crossover Central.'

It was an internet 'Roleplay', hosted on website named Ace Attorney Online, and as GLaDOS read, the events of the past day were told to her by the Roleplay, right from the first night in the Enrichment Centre, to the words she was reading right now.

'Different characters, from separate works of fiction, all combined in one work of fiction, that I myself seem to be a part of.' GLaDOS's paradox detector gave a slight hum, working away at the statement, looking for any possible brain-destroying information.

And indeed, her current thoughts were retold back to her, at it's surface level.

And so, GLaDOS allowed her curiosity to get the better of her, and started reading, eager to see how the events at Crossover Central would turn out.

Welkin walked over to Dahlia's corpse. "Stupid bear."

Deadpool rested his feet on the table.

"Remember? The whole Galactus thing? We teamed up? And you were like 'Oh hey guys let me fight! I can fight!' and we were like 'Fiiine' and we pretended you beat Doctor Doom? I mean sure, so Ammy was actually pulling off fancy brush tricks to make it LOOK like you kicked his butt, but appearances are all that really matters in the end, aren't they? And then I... I mean, WE helped stopped Galactus from eating the world. Which was good. We were HEROES together, man."

"So I mean, you've got to help me. Because we're friends. And you owe me."

He leaned forward in his chair and stared anxiously at Phoenix Wright.

Phoenix stared at the masked man in his office for a while. "...Uh. Someones been murdered ,right?" He was used to these..."strange characters" coming into his office, usually it meant he had to defend them. (Please don't make me defend him...)

Parsee fell backward, startled by her sudden transportation into a peculiar building. She got up and looked around. It was nothing like the hole she normally live in. She could see light dazzling in through the windows and ran out the door without properly inspecting her new house. She gazed at the outside world, taking in the beauty of everything.

"Wow..."

It probably would be frowned upon for her to not be at her usual post but there was no helping it. Somehow, she had ended up in this place. And she'd enjoy it all she could. Still... there were houses dotted around, meaning others had surely already been here and already spent plenty of time having fun. Fun she had missed out on. She ran off into the distance to find these annoyingly fortunate people.