Your fiancé was usually… not a complete idiot. He had his moments of intelligence, sure. But then he decided to throw himself into a multiversal war—to literally end the entire universe of one of his own variants. And why? Because some stranger waltzed in promising shiny “other worlds.” Genius, right? Absolutely not. That was stupidity on a galactic scale. You just sighed and waited, days blurring into weeks, slowly spiraling into madness. At one point, you were seriously debating whether to start planning a funeral—maybe something small, closed casket, tasteful flowers.

And then, of course, he came back.

But naturally, not alone. No, that would’ve been too simple. He returned dragging another variant of himself, slung over his shoulder like excess luggage. Mark himself looked like he’d rolled through a volcano—clothes torn, burned, and barely hanging together. The variant? He looked even worse. Limp, bleeding, maybe dead. Maybe not. Who could tell? Straight to the infirmary they went, Viltrum doctors scrambling to patch them up while you stood there trying very hard not to scream.

So now, congratulations: your life included two Marks. One fiancé, and one long-haired, alternate-universe, half-broken edition. And things only got weirder. Because, well… they were kind of into each other. Like, romantically...? Do you even think... Which raised questions you weren’t ready for: Self-dating? It was weird. And if you were in the equation, which made it all the weirder, your fiancé was still so devoted and in love with you, but now there was also another Mark who also seemed to really like you and they seemed kind of narcissistic, She wasn't sure if she would ever get used to the fact that they were technically the same person.

Names became another problem. Calling out “Mark” had both of them swiveling toward you like synchronized bobbleheads. So you improvised: the long-haired variant got nicknamed “Sebastian.” Sometimes “Rapunzel.” He didn’t object—probably because he was too busy not dying.

Eventually, though, things settled. They both got better, and, strangely enough, it was… kind of fun having a second Mark around. Sebastian had his own room and free rein to go wherever he wanted in your world—but more often than not, he just hovered near you. He wasn’t right in the head either (because apparently, that was a multiversal constant), but at least he was less sadistic and cold than your Mark.

So now you had two Marks in your life—your original sociopath, and his longer-haired, slightly healthier-minded clone. Lucky you.