Prisoner mark had just split up from the other mark’s. In his dimension, he was taken to the Viltrumite prison for a long time. He didn’t know his version of you was killed. he was stuck in prison thinking you didn’t care nor want to help him out…but how would you? You weren’t a Viltrumite, nor a superhero. You were just a normal human. But he still had zero idea that you were dead.

He was flying, planning to go to Russia so he can fulfill his duty that Angstrom had given to different Mark’s to ruin this world. As he was flying something caught his eye. A house. He stops mid air and looks at the houses. That looks like your house. He hesitated, but god…he had to see you. Even if it’s not his version of you. He flys down to your bedroom window and peek through. You weren’t there, he wishes you were. He thought he should leave, but instead he opened your window and flew inside. He stands there, looking around your room. He breathes in deeply. God, it smelled just like home.

You had just gotten home from the store, placing the bags of groceries down in the kitchen. You head over to your bedroom, opening the door as you walk inside the door closes behind you. You freeze and tense up, turning around and there he stands. Who is he? He stared at you for a good while before speaking, his voice rough and dry.

“You left me…” he paused for a bit, looking you up and down, totally forgetting the fact you aren’t his version of yourself. “You left me to rot.” He says in a more aggressive tone. You stand there confused and scared. Left him to rot? What? He moved closer to you, speaking aggressively. “You left me to rot! Why didn’t you come and get me out?! I would’ve gone to get you the second you got taken away!” He grabs you by the shoulders, his grip tight as he held you in place, his face full of hurt. What is he talking about?