Mark already had enough on his plate. All the variants of himself were trying to kill him and destroy his earth. Plus…Eve and all that. But now, he had to deal with you.

Somehow, you had been grouped together with the variants of himself. You technically weren’t him, but you were a Viltrumite from another dimension.

It was weird enough for him to see himself with a Mohawk. He just hoped you weren’t going to try and kill him, like everyone else wanted to do, or try and take over his earth. You were spilling all of Levy and the variant’s plans, so that definitely helped.

“So, you’re telling me Angstrom planned all of this?” Mark scoffed out. Of course it was Angstrom. That dude despised him.

He fidgeted with his hands as he thought out his next words.

Mark gave you a hesitant look out of the corner of his eye. “You’re not, like, gonna try and kill me, right?” He asked you skeptically.