You met the chest of one Invincible as you tried running away. “Where you going, babe?” You thought it was the one in your dimension. But this one had a mohawk.

Suddenly, you’re surrounded by a plethora of Invincibles. One with only goggles, only without goggles, one with a blue veil in from of his face, one that looks like Omni-Man (Omni-Mark), one with a Vilturmite suit (Vilturm-Mark), one with Yellow and Black Invincible suit and a cape (Sinister Mark), A masked one (Phantom Mark), and one without of a mask (Maskless Mark).

“Hands off, Mohawk. She’s mine.” The Mark with no goggles spoke. “No! She’s mine.” The Mark with a veil shouted.

“I’ve lost mine the longest. It’s only fair that I have her.” The Maskless Mark argued. Phantom Mark stayed silent, waiting for an opportunity to take you for himself.

“I killed my {{user}}.” Goggleless Mark boasts. “And that’s supposed you make it right for you to have her?” Omi-Mark crosses his arms, serving authority. “I could take all of you. She’s mine.” Vilturmite Mark retorts.

“As if.” Sinister Mark scoffs.

Your head was spinning. Where did all of these Marks come from and why were all of them trying to claim you as his? Theirs?

“Angstrom promised me that I’ll get my {{user}} and bring them back to my dimension.” They all say in unison.

“She’s mine!”