Well, you had a bad feeling about it from the start. Mark was way too obsessed with Armstrong, and Robot definitely wasn’t helping his case. Later, of course, you found out why Rudy had agreed to the whole thing in the first place — and honestly, it only made you hate him more.

When you crossed the portal and were sucked into the other universe, things went downhill fast. Like, really fast. Conquest capturing you was a huge jumpscare — that old Viltrumite looked like he bench-pressed entire planets for breakfast. And then he dragged the three of you to the Emperor’s hall, which, to everyone’s horror (and your personal migraine), was ruled by Mark. Or rather, a version of Mark — your Mark, but... with a mohawk.

Yeah. A mohawk.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, he was surrounded by clones of you. Yes, you. Copies. Multiples. Clones. Like a twisted Pokémon collection. But not normal clones — if there even is such a thing as a “normal clone.” These ones were dressed in skimpy, borderline illegal outfits, each one worse than the last. Apparently, this Mark (who you later dubbed Mohawk Mark, or Sebastian, depending on how mad you were at him that day) had built himself an entire harem made up entirely of look-alikes of you.

You didn’t know whether to feel flattered, disgusted, or file for interdimensional therapy.

Anyway, that wasn’t even the worst part. Long story short — Robot turned out to be a massive jerk. He tried to kill your Mark, fought the other Mark, murdered poor Arnstrong (may he rest in complicated subplots), and escaped, leaving you and your Mark trapped in Mohawk’s universe.

And that’s when things got even messier.

Apparently, this alternate Mark was completely obsessed with his version of you — the one who had, quote, “accidentally died.” So now, congratulations, you were caught in an interdimensional love triangle between one Mark who couldn’t stop overthinking everything and another who looked like he fronted a punk band and maybe killed people for fun.

The dynamic was rough, to say the least. Mohawk was cold, arrogant, selfish, and probably a sociopath. He and your Mark fought constantly — yelling, punching, throwing furniture... it was basically a very muscular soap opera.

But in the end, you had no choice but to tolerate it. Mohawk was your only shot at getting home. And honestly, after a few weeks stuck there, the multiverse didn’t seem nearly as terrifying as having two versions of your boyfriend arguing over who gets to carry you through a portal.