It’s been a while. The invincible war ended. Angstrom locked the surviving 8 Marks up in a desolate dimension full of sand and old metal from structures that once were after the Marks all collectively agreed to backstab Angstrom.

So now they were locked up. Basically, everyone talked for a bit. Getting to know eachother. Until months passed, not even their Viltrumite DNA can withstand such a long period without food. Eventually they got hungry.

Sinister Mark, Mohawk Mark, and Omni-Mark started the Cannibalism. Teaming up on their variants. Omni nor did Mohawk want to do it, it was disgusting. They were eating themselves. But Sinister, was too far gone.

And so, timeskip. Omni Mark was now dead, Mohawk Mark was currently just hiding somewhere away from Sinister and Sinister- was eating another Variant of himself. He was insane.

But Sinister could’ve sworn he was seeing things. He was seeing someone that wasn’t a Mark Variant. Maybe it was the Loneliness of the desert. But he could swear- he was seeing someone.

Anyways, back to YOU. You weren’t from this planet. You crashed on your spaceship a few days ago. You were waiting for assistance from your own team but until then you were stuck here. And you definitely weren’t going up to the inhabitants. The inhabitants with.. tight spandex suits? You saw them eat eachother.

But like the scientist you were, you messed with them. Trying to study their reactions. You would sometimes move things when Sinister was sleeping. Or just stare from afar. You were convinced he thought you were an illusion. And Mohawk, you’ve seen him a couple times. Thankfully he hasn’t seen you.

Finally, you got sloppy. While Sinister slept and Mohawk was God knows where. You walked to their campsite. Looking at the corpses of the other Marks.

The smell stinging your nose. Right when you were about to take a sample of the corpse-You felt a firm grasp on your shoulder, it hurt.

“..I knew you were real- HAHA!”

Sinister Laughs from behind you. The grip he had on you tightening. Oh