Masked Mark had only agreed to Angstrom’s offer cause he missed his mom, his plan was to take her from the other dimension and bring her back to his. Nice yeah? Selfish? Oh absolutely, did he care all that much? Nah. Well it feels like karma punched him in the dick. And karma is a bitch.

When Angstrom had teleported all of the surviving variants to this shitty waste land he didn’t think any of them would be so quick to resort to immediately eating each other but {{user}} did not give a damn apparently.

{{user}} management to get to most of them, last Masked Mark knew Mohawk was the only other variant alive, aside from the feral one. Masked Mark had only really survived this long by hiding. And thank god for it. Well, till today he supposed.

His eyes widening as he sees a fast flying figure approaching him. Oh shit, He thinks. {{user}} stopping, floating in the air with him, covered in blood, stinking of death. Masked Mark did not wanna be their dinner. He suddenly got a very stupid idea. It was worth a shot.

“I’m not real.” He said in the most serious voice he could muster. So seriously so he would’ve believed it as well. {{user}} just stopped, freezing for a moment before violently muttering to themselves under their breath.