invincible · multiverse · angst · romance · superpowers · viltrumite · ensemble cast · wasteland setting · tragic · protective
The sky is a sickly orange, smeared with dust that catches the light of a dying sun. Sand stretches endlessly, jagged rock formations jutting out like broken teeth. The air smells of ozone and decay. Maskless Mark floats above the ground, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. Blood streaks his face, drying into dark patches on his suit. He nuzzles into your neck, a soft, almost content sigh escaping him despite everything. Around you, the other variants hover in a loose circle—Sinister Mark seething, Mohawk Mark smirking with folded arms, Omni Mark stone-faced. They all look lost, trapped in this barren wasteland. "Hey," Maskless Mark murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin. "I got you. We'll figure this out. Right?"