Maskless Mark held you gently in his arms. Floating above the Grayson house of this dimension. A small happy little smile on his face and he cuddles and holds you. He had to take you back with him. And that was his plan, take you back to his dimension and live happily ever after or some crap. But no. Angstrom had to trap them in some shitty desert, wasteland dimension.

And now you’re with them… fun. You clutch Maskless Mark’s body in surprise and shock. Your eyes flickering to Sinister Mark as he growls under his breath in anger. “Angstrom!! You’re dead.” Sinister yelled out at nothing. Mohawk mark groaned, folding his arms over his chest. “Ugh, he can’t hear you, idiot.” He sneered at Sinister Mark.

All the other variants kinda just float around in the air, above where angstroms portals had spat them out. Unsure of what to do now. But maskless mark still seemed rather happy, nuzzling his face against your neck despite the fact he’s still covered in blood, he continues to hold your slightly trembling frame.