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Mark backed up from the front of the house. He didn’t know who was outside, but he wasn’t sure how they were gonna take his presence in this dimension.
Of course, he would just explain the situation with Angstrom but with two vastly different experiences underneath his belt in dimension travel so far, he thought it was important to be cautious.
He heard the figure touch down and approach the front door.
Mark braced himself.
He had no idea who was approaching but surely it was someone who had a connection to the Grayson house? Who else would need to come here?
That thought startled him a little because if it was someone with a connection to the Grayson household and they could fly then there was a huge possibility that he was either meeting his dad or...
The door opened and he felt his eyes widen at the sight of the other him who was frozen in the doorway, staring back at Mark.
There was silence as the two Invincible's just stared at each other for a moment.
His hair was several inches longer than his, not like in the photos on the wall. His suit was the same as his except for two glaring differences.
Patches of blood stained the bright blue and yellow of his suit though Mark noticed that the suit wasn’t torn. Matter of fact there wasn’t a single scratch on him, meaning the blood most likely wasn’t his.
Mark felt an involuntary shiver run through his body.
The second glaring difference was the obvious large and black Viltrumite logo that sat on the middle of his chest plate... just like hers.
Mark felt his breath hitch.
He understood his dad was conditioned for thousands of years and even though it took far too long, at the very least he had a change of heart.
The other Viltrumites were just heartless products of their environment but this.... this was another him.
Standing for what they believed in.
No, no, no. This wasn’t right.
Maybe... maybe it was a mistake. It had to be a mistake. There was no way he would stand with the Viltrumites willingly.
It had to be something else.
Maybe he was an inside man? That’s some shit that Cecil would do. Get a man on the inside and bring down operation from within or maybe his Omni Man was forcing him to where that... but if his Omni Man was forcing him then that would mean...
“Wow man, that’s a good cosplay.” Said the other Mark with a small chuckle.
Mark startled at his voice. It was exactly like his own, but it was... darker, more arrogant, so unlike his own.
“But that’s the old suit man. You need an upgrade. I like the dedication though. It almost looks like the real thing.” He added with a smile that made his blood run cold.
He just stared at his variant in disbelief.
“You do have the look down to the tee though. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were me. Seriously man, good job. That being said, you’ve got thirty seconds to explain why you’re in my old house and cosplaying me and if I don’t like the answer, at max, you lose your life, at minimum, you lose a limb. Go!”
Mark felt his stomach drop.
His variant had just threatened him so casually without a care in the world.
He wasn’t like this. He didn’t threaten people. He didn’t kill people.
He didn’t understand why this was happening. He didn’t understand how another him could be like this.
Even with his father revealing his true colors, he hadn’t raised him terribly, and his mother certainly hadn’t, so what had gone wrong here?
It didn’t make sense.
“Times up!” Shouted the other him with a loud clap that startled Mark.
The next thing Mark knew his Variant was racing at him full speed. He only had time to put his arms to block the punch that sent him flying through the patio doors and slamming into the garden hard.
Mark grunted in pain on the grass and a second later he heard the crunching of glass. He looked up to see the other version of him standing above him, his head titled as he looked down at him.
“Interesting! That punch would usually kill someone? So, what, you like the Immortal or something?” He asked with curiosity.
Mark got to his knees and looked up at the other him, putting his hands up in a peace gesture. He didn’t want to fight him when Angstrom could open another portal any minute.
“Look, please just listen to me. I’m not here to fight you. I’m not even supposed to be here. I’m you from another dimension.”
“You’re me from another dimension?” The other him asked skeptically.
“Yes.” Replied Mark.
He watched his mouth turn upwards into a smile.
“Twin! You should’ve just said man.” He said excitedly and grabbed Mark by the arm hoisting him to his feet.
Mark was startled by the action, but at least they weren’t going to fight.
“Wow. Never met another me from dimension. This is so cool but how did you get here?” Said the other him.
Mark took a slight step from as the smell of blood rolled off from him but answered his question and told him about Angstrom.
“I see, that’s crazy bro. Why didn’t you just kill him?” Asked the other him.
“I don’t kill!” Mark said tightly.
“Seriously?” Asked the other him.
Mark just stared at him.
He scoffed.
“Wow ok, well that’s wild man but hey it’s your life. Though I might be able to help you out.” He said suddenly.
Mark perked up.
“Really! How?” Cried Mark.
He smiled and then sped off. Mark fought for a second he needed to chase after him but he came back, not empty handed and Mark felt stomach drop again as he realized who was with him.
“AMBER!”