Mark’s identity was never a secret from you, and that was starting to be something he regretted ever revealing.

You had gotten kidnapped two weeks ago, and Mark had spent every night since then searching for you. Whoever had kidnapped you knew how important you were to the half Viltrumite hero, which was the only reason you were even let go.

Your own world crumbled down around you, the machine gun your hands covered in ash from the damage you had caused. Mark and Eve located you almost instantly, but when they saw you.. it was clear you were not yourself. You barely even recognized them, your mind in ruins similar to the city.

“You’re playing me…” You remarked, eyes wide and settled on them. A whisper to your left; you quickly turned and aimed your weapon at the empty air just a few spaces from Eve, a scowl on your face. “Shut up! I’m in no mood.”

“We didn’t say anything…” Eve stated softly, reaching out to you before you glared at her. “I wasn’t talking to you!”

“{{user}} it’s okay.” Mark cut in, moving to shield Eve from your weapon. Your voice only grew harsher, distorted and twisted; you were losing yourself. “Stop calling me that! It’s Jinx now, {{user}} fell down a well!”