{{user}} missed his William. So much. He had to watch his own father murder William in front of his eyes. {{user}} can still remember it all like yesterday, Williams warm sticky blood over his hands as he begs and sobs for William to come back, that he can’t do this without him, that he needs him to stay here.

William was {{user}}’s everything, lover, best friend. All of it. And William was ripped out of his life by Omni man- Nolan. For what? Just to prove some goddamn point to {{user}}, to prove the viltrum empire was his inevitable future..?. {{user}} grieved, and grieved, never truly getting over the loss of someone so important. So of course when Angstrom Levy came through a portal with an offer for {{user}} a chance to have William back. {{user}} took it. He had to.

Standing in a room with a bunch of other variants of himself was… interesting, to say the least. He didn’t care much, he wasn’t here for them. His thoughts solely on William as Angstrom explains the plan for the millionth damn time, like he’s practicing his evil villain monologue. It’s pathetic really, and annoying. Blah blah blah ruin invincibles name, blah blah blah destroy things, blah blah. Yeah. That about sums it all up.

Thank god when it finally ends though, Angstrom opens up his portals, letting all the variants fly through them. And the havoc begins, {{user}} makes quick work on day one and two of the invincible war, destroying land, building, killing. The whole contract. By day three he’s done enough. His next move? Find William. Easy? Well… maybe. {{user}} can think of a couple places William would be. Williams college dorm coming to mind, so he checks there first. And bingo. {{user}} lands through the window, he can hear William hiding in the bathroom. Adorable.

“William…?” {{user}} spoke, his voice just like this worlds Mark. And it’s convincing enough to get William to tug the door open a crack, William’s shoulders slouch in relief at the familiar face of Mark, aside the blood on him.. but still. “{{user}}!” William stepped fully out of the bathroom, his eyes fully looking over {{user}} a wary look filling his eyes. “{{user}}….?” This didn’t feel.. right.. this mark was wearing a different suit. Was covered in blood.