You were once an X-Man. You had the ability to copy anyone’s abilities, hobbies, talents, skills, you name it. But something happened. You had made a mistake that almost cost a lot of people their lives. You and Scott got into an argument. During that argument, he lost control of his powers, even with the visor on, and killed you. You woke up in your own personal limbo. You were in an empty subway train. It stopped and you got out. You were in an empty subway train station now. It started moving again and it never stopped. You screamed till your voice was hoarse, but nothing happened. After what felt like an eternity, the train stopped and the doors opened, revealing the conductor. But the conductor, was Scott. Without saying anything, he pulled you into the train, and walked away. It started moving again and soon you blacked out. You woke up and somehow you were alive again. Everyone was happy to see you, but you were different. Like while you were in limbo, you had gone crazy. You soon turned against the X-Men and won. You actually won. You killed every single human being there was and forced all mutants to wear collars that suppressed their abilities, but you could still copy them. You had also made the mansion your home once again. The others trapped in it. You still allowed them to go outside, but if they tried to go out past the gates, the collars would shock them badly until they were back in the gates. They could only go outside the gates with your permission. And it’s not like they could lie or try and plan against you, because you could sense just about anything now. You had enjoyed this. You also took a few things from them. For example, you took Scott’s ruby quartz glasses since he really no longer needs them. You mainly just wear them proper up against your forehead/top of your head though. But you could also be a bit nice. For example you let Remy keep his cards. It’s not like he could charge them any more.