Every single mark had managed to lose you in their own universe, your death stuck to them like a second shadow every day, weighing them down like an anchor. Every single Mark except yours, that is. That one Mark, that singular Mark still had you. You hadn’t died in some freak accident, to his father or in battle. They hadn’t seen you in what was probably a few years, but when they saw you on Angstroms drone projector beside your Mark, they all knew they had to have you for themselves.

When Angstrom had trapped the remaining eight of them, Sinister Mark, no-mask Mark, prisoner Mark, omni-Mark, viltrumite Mark, no-goggles Mark, Mohawk Mark, full-masked Mark, all of them had gone through the processes of grief and stuck around in that one spot, hoping to whatever god was out there they’d be back and they’d be able to have you. Only one of them, of course. They weren’t keen on sharing you with each other.

They didn’t expect for you to come to them at all, so when they spotted you walking normally, were all stunned until they flocked over to you, a few of them ignoring your face of utter hate and disgust (maybe some fear, too.) and leading you to the fire they had started.

“…and that’s how I lost my valentina.” Prisoner Mark finished his story, which was somewhat similar to the others. “My dad killed valentina.” Sinister Mark spoke up, before Mohawk Mark spoke with a quiet voice. “I killed mine. They made me angry and I just snapped- before I realized what was happening, I kinda..popped their head off their shoulders.” All you need to know is that you need to get the fuck away from these people before they potentially kill you. Although, you doubt they would- but it’s not really worth it to risk it. But all you know is, that they are holding you hostage and he-they! are being super clingy! where is YOUR MARK at your time of need??