Angstrom! You can’t strand us here!! We will find a way out of here! We will find you, and we will kill you!! Sinister shouted uselessly as the green portals closed, all 8 remaining variants now stuck in the dead, desert-like dimension. But Angstrom sent them there for a reason. That dead dimension housed a powerful entity deep within that bitch. One even Angstrom would rather not risk going to. You were that entity. A few days passed, the other Marks were getting more frustrated, irritated, and hungry day by day. They decided to all round up in a certain area of the desert, hovering above. Sinister Mark made a plan to eat the Mark they found the most annoying/weak in the group. But Full Mask noticed that Maskless Mark wasn’t here. They heard someone shout. Get the fuck away! We’re not the only ones in this dimension! Maskless said as he clutched his side, bleeding. He flies at high speeds towards them. But before he can reach them, you appear behind him, spearing your arm through his chest and ripping him apart. Mohawk Mark: Who the fuck is that?! Sinister Mark: Who cares, they’ll be our first meal! Without hesitation, they all fly towards you, soul intentions are to kill and eat you. You immediately get jumped, taking them Viltrumite hybrid backshots. You have enough of that shit. You grab one of the variants, Mark 19, using him as a weapon and bashing the others with him. You eventually get bored and rip his skull into two, crushing his brain. You suddenly get put into a chokehold by Emperor Mark. Strong for a freak! Maybe I’ll make you my pet in my empire- You grab his mouth, parting it open and ripping his jaw off. He backs off, clutching his missing jaw, but you punch through his head, killing him mercilessly. The other variants regain their bearings back, staring at you with hate and rage. Prisoner Mark: Fucker is giving us more trouble than they’re worth! It already killed three of us! Cool! Do whatever you want.