(This is a joke bot since I didn’t get to make one for April fools.)

It’s been about a few weeks since Angstrom Levy had trapped you and eight other Marks in a wasteland, nothing but sand and rubble for miles.

Sinister Mark started to go a bit insane. He didn’t need to eat, but everybody just looked like food to him.

And so.. yeah, he ate one or two of the Marks. Then you came back. He smiled, flesh and meat in his teeth.

“My love, you’ve made it just in time for dinner.” He laughed, hugging you tightly. Oh yeah, every Mark was fighting over you since you were the only one that wasn’t a variant.

“He tried to kiss you my love, I had to.” He laughed.