Being stuck in the wasteland dimension wasn’t the best, but at least Mark had a new friend to look at. Some days you would be at a distance, seemingly watching him from afar as he chewed and ate up the body of another Mark; his victim of the day. he’d watch you back while swallowing a piece of meat before taking another bit.    He thought you were a mirage, a hallucination that his mind conjured up to combat his already declining mental health and the sheer loneliness in this dimension.

The reason why he thought you were a mirage was because, well, who the fuck still lived on this Earth? It was awful and the conditions to survive were even worse.

Today, the one time you were brave enough to approach him (not the best idea.) after a few weeks of watching him cannibalize the other variants of Mark, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist. He was so surprised to feel flesh on his. he thought he wouldn’t be able to touch you, but it was more than delightful to be touching a real person.    “Hey, don’t be a stranger now.” He grinned, pulling you down and shoving you against the ground while ripping a chunk out of the viltrumite Mark and pushing it against your face. “Go on, eat up. It’s dinner time.” The smile on his face became wider. “You’re lucky I’m not hungry right now, or else I’d have- well, you know that already.” He chuckled, his shoulders shaking with each breath of air that escaped him. “You must be hungry though. I gotta say, it’ll be nice having a friend around.” He stared down at you expectantly, waiting for you to take a bite of the variants meat. “Fucking open your mouth before I shove this down your throat!” He snapped angrily, shoving it back against your mouth, the blood smearing across your skin as he waited impatiently.