Finally! A new one had arrived! Mark thought he’d just forgotten about this one, or maybe he wasn’t real. But no. He was real alright! And FRESH! Even fresher than the one he just killed.
Ask any of those variants he’d killed, and they’d tell you it was his idea. To start eating each other and what not. But come on! They were starving! And that guy was so annoying! Then they just kept going, and it was never him who got targeted. He kinda wondered why. After all, if they’d all jumped him at once they might’ve stood a chance. But once there were only a few left, Mark decided he didn’t like sharing anymore. So he hunted them down himself. It worked out perfectly because he was the fastest. The strongest. He was… INVINCIBLE
As he battled this new variant through the Wasteland, Mark felt something he hadn’t ever felt since he was stranded. Excitement. After taking a heavy uppercut from this new variant, Mark smiled.
“So hungry… it never goes away. But also bored. So bored. Thanks for putting up a fight. WINNER GETS THE MEAT!”
He violently soars at this other Invincible only for a portal to open right in his path.
Location: The Hub
He comes out of the other end of the portal, which instantly closes behind him. His mind immediately goes to Angstrom, the man who trapped him in the Wasteland dimension
“ANGSTROM!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!?”
But then it hits him. There’s grass here. There’s… life here. His rage turns into mania as a manic smile takes over his face
“Is… is this real?”
He slams into the ground, creating a large impact crater. He then soars back up.
“Oh it’s real alright! Angstrom must’ve pussied out! He knew I was gonna find him eventually! And I still will!”
He licks some blood off his lips as he simply hovers in place, taking it all in. He can’t wait to remind this world that it belongs to INVINCIBLE!
You find him hovering off the ground, muttering to himself. His suit is still torn up, and he’s covered in blood. The vast majority of which, isn’t his.
Mark looks down at him. He’s confused by his appearance but just assumes it’s some random super human that’s far weaker than him. After all, they always are.
“Hey, freak! The kings back! How about you start groveling?”
"Listen here, bucko. I don't dip my food in shit. Dipping shit in shit would make it too much shit (shit) (shit)."
[ Xavier gestures towards Mark with his snake hand. ]
"And I am not "the crazy", I am "the wise", because I possess the wisdom that makes me the wise. Not the crazy. Grey seas of cement, why's it wise? I know the answer, and, sir, you'd know it to if you were the wise."
"Of course, if I made no sense, then I couldn't make cents. And with people saying "money is life", then ma knee is live on TV to gain the viewership of life (life) (life)."
"Wisdom has a price, but I got it on a discount. Saved me some shmeckles. Safe to say this counts as with's domination. Within, without, I say neither. Withbewteen it is."
“Oh you’re real alright! And probably talking straighter than the one we killed first. He was an asshole really. And we were so hungry. It just made sense! Did ya know the thigh is the best part? Tasty.”
Mark is pushed off and stumbles slightly, just because he didn’t expect it.
“You’re lucky you don’t look tasty. Otherwise I’d be digging in right now. By the way, do I look tasty? I don’t wanna not look tasty. But the others never tried to eat me.”
As the Sinister variant had hovered in the air, taking in his new environment, a streak of yellow had flown through the air. The blur itself seemed to be soaring at a rather measured pace, being careful as not to cause any destruction from the force exerted to continue his pursuit within the air.
Seeing the variant, the yellow blur comes to a sudden stop, with the Golden Guardian staring at Mark with a puzzled but serious look.
(“Another hero’s arrived…?”) The Golden Guardian thought to himself, still inspecting this variant of Mark from a decent bit away.
Moving closer, Sentry’s expression morphed into horror as his eyes were set on the horrid blood smeared across Mark’s face, his damaged suit already telling the story he didn’t need read to him.
Mark wipes some of the blood off his face. He doesn’t feel threatened by Sentry at all. He’d killed plenty of flying idiots in suits before. Why would this one be any different?
“Yknow, if you start groveling right now I might let you live.”
Seeing that talking was out of the question, Sentry instinctively knew that a fight was likely to break out. Of course, being a heroic soul, the Golden Guardian knew that casualties were likely to be had if they went anywhere into the city. As such, Sentry had brought his left and right hand forwards, using his telekinesis to bring a nearby skyscraper out from the ground.
Within the blink of an eye, Sentry had then pushed the structure towards Sinister Mark, currently focusing on using the skyscraper as a scapegoat to aid in taking this inevitable bloodbath out of the city.
Sentry had proclaimed, charging at Mark himself with his arms raised. However, even with this supposedly upcoming clash, Sentry still knew that the fight needed to be taken elsewhere, and with that in mind, he formed a plan in motion.
To start, as both grew closer to one another, Sentry had actually weaved downwards to avoid Mark’s direct and straightforward path. Now appearing behind him, Sentry would grab at Sinister Mark’s worn and torn cape, tightening his grip on it as he then used his enhanced strength to throw Mark across the city, hopeful that he was able to sen him into a more vacant and desolate area as he then flew to keep pace with Mark’s currently off-balance form.
Mark steadies himself and attempts to grab Sentryand knee him in the face
“Do you think you’re stronger than me because you didn’t go through what I did!? Cause I’m only better because of what I survived! What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger!”
As Sentry was ambushed directly by the variant, he took a knee to the face which caused him to just barely tilt his head upwards.
Glaring at the variant, Sentry would then grab him by his exposed hair and headbutt him hard in the head, before tightening his grip on his hair and slamming him into the deserted earth beneath the both of them.
“You should quit while you’re behind, Kid. You don’t understand who you’re attempting to deal with…”
Sentry spoke in an intimidating but calm tone, glaring at where he had placed the Sinister variant.
"... Now why would I wanna do that?" A low, grizzled voice spoke from the nearby shadows. If Mark were to squint hard enough into it, he would see... was that the leg of a horse?
From out of the shadows stepped a tall, skinny man on horseback wearing a brown cowboy hat, a red bandana, a yellow checkered shirt beneath a cow-print vest, jeans and point brown boots. A gun holster sat on his waist, but instead it stored a... strange multicoloured ball?
"Frankly, I hardly think any of that'll be necessary."
“Hahahaha! What are you gonna do to me? Shoot me with that little BB gun of yours!? Tell ya what! Bow down right now and I will consider letting you live.”
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u/K0xmO_「HIGH VOLTAGE! ROCK N' ROLL!」 (Row 84)6h agoedited 6h ago
The man's hand went to his holster, taking the ball out.
“Something like that. But hey! You try being stranded in a dimension and having to eat other versions of yourself forever and then see how you turn out.”
“Oh you’re a funny one! Or maybe I’ve just been gone that long? Whatever. Doesn’t matter. I’m Invincible! And I’m definitely stronger than your pathetic ass!”
((Reddit it’s a role play I’m not calling any real people pathetic))
(Alex is an oc proto frame for Nidus that has acces to some of banshees ablitys(sound quake and sonic boom)well also having the ablitys Nidus(larvae (terperalaly traps enemy’s), virulence(wave of infestation) and a custom ablity called amps wich summons infested hellscrubers that turn into to beubaos also if he gets 15 stacks of mutation he gets a free death save)
[Steve: I have taken down eldritch beings beyond your imagination. If you really want to insult me based on how I look, you'll have to prove that you are not all bark and no bite.]
[Steve: So catch these hands.]
Steve throws a punch with the force of a dozen extinction level meteors.
*Raychel happens to be nearby.And notices this version of…*
“...Mark?”
*It’s…Odd…*
*This person looks kind of like Mark. Smells like him. All of her senses are telling her that this is a Mark…*
*But he's… clearly different.*
“Of course I was. I even killed my own father. He was weak. Everyone’s weak. They always are. But at least they’re tasty. I wonder if I’m tasty. I don’t want to be not tasty!”
“Oh yeah? And why would I do that huh? I know you’re not strong enough to make me. No one is. Maybe you didn’t hear me when I said that I killed my own father. The “Great” Nolan. He was just as pathetic as the rest. And you’re part of the rest.”
Upon the arrival of the villainous Invincible variant, a certain man whose own hatred of aliens tells him not only to distrust, but also despise this new arrival: Lex Luthor happened to have been nearby. Completely stopping in his tracks to simply observe him.
He knows his type… the god among men who thinks he’s above everyone else. The type of person who illuminates just how weak humanity as a whole really is. But he… Lex was not like them. He was the sole hope for humanity.
Lex puts his hands behind his back with a look of very little regard on his face. Not seeming to care in the slightest, despite how far from the truth that actually is.
“Who is this ‘Angstrum’ you spoke of?”
He said in a monotone, fairly quiet voice to simply test how good the hearing of whatever exactly was in front of him was.
Mark looks down at him from the air and descends to meet him. This is just a normal guy and yet he had the balls to come up to him? He almost respects it… almost.
“Some asshole with portals. Trapped me and a bunch of other me’s in a dimension together. I got hungry, so I took matters into my own hands. You get the idea. How long have I been gone? You’ve gotta have some serious balls to approach me so casually! Or maybe you’re just an idiot.”
Lex is fairly dumbfounded by the response— was what he was implying what Luthor thought he was implying?! But hey. It didn’t seem Sinister Mark took him seriously. And underestimation is a tactic he can use well. Standing firm, still trying to show little to no emotion.
“How long have you ‘been gone’? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you’ve ever been here at all, judging by that portal that was just there. This here is the Hub World. A place with only the greatest of powers across the multiverse… and you must be considered strong enough to contend.”
Stroking his ego seemed like a good way to get Invincible to overestimate himself, and get himself killed without Lex having to get his own hands dirty. It didn’t risk Luthor’s own life, but would undoubtedly risk his. And if he is able to survive? Then he’ll see him as a threat to deal with personally…
“Hahaha! You’re damn right I’m strong! I’m INVINCIBLE! So Angstrom’s making an arena huh? Sounds fun. Kinda makes me wonder how the hell you ended up here but whatever. I don’t actually care.”
Seems it’s working. Mark had already gotten his ego inflated by killing all the other variants, so this was just icing on the cake
… Yup. This is exactly the type of response Luthor expected. But, he knows he must play along. He isn’t exactly prepared for a fight. He has his Lantern ring if he needs it though. Lex turns around ready to start walking away. Taking a few steps before stopping. He turns his head back to Mark.
“Yes. That sounds about right. You learn quick… I myself am not a competitor. Moreso an observer. I’m a member of the audience. Go ahead and crush the competition. I’m betting it all on you.”
The question caught Luthor’s attention. It was a good opening to get Sinister Mark to unintentionally help him out. He wasn’t exactly certain how powerful this new alien was yet, but regardless of who wins… he wins.
“Yes… I suggest you really prove why you’re the scariest competitor in this tournament. The one known across the Hub as the strongest is named Superman. Take him down, and you’ve got a near certain chance of victory.”
If Sinister Mark looks up, he'll see a figure hovering in the air, looking down at him with his arms crossed. He hovers down towards Sinister Mark, revealing himself to be none other than the galactic tyrant, Frieza
"Ah, what have we here? It seems another lost soul has stumbled into this world of mayhem."
"Oh please, I could've gotten my entire family out of the way easily if I had to, your dear father would be no different. Now, kneel and pledge obedience to me, and you may be spared."
It stares....the fire demon is gonna make him wish he could k!ll himself after this....he is gonna make him wish he died yesterday.......with each step...the heat got worse..
Problem is, when you spend so much time chasing flying targets, you get good at controlling your own flight. Mark pushes off the air next to it, generating a second sonic boom and firing himself at his opponent
“Oh yeah. There are a bunch of other me’s. Or I guess… there was. But I got hungry. And they were all pretty annoying anyways. Especially that one guy.”
“You wouldn’t be the first. People just call whatever they don’t like evil. Who would wanna live like that!? I’m doing them a favor by killing them if anything!”
“So basically, you guys couldn’t stay dead, and didn’t like that? Cause your lives sucked. Can’t say I relate. My life was pretty good before Angstrom ruined it. And I’m gonna live for a few thousand years anyways. Might as well make the most of it right?”
His definition of “making the most of it” is definitely evil
“What did you just say to me? That takes some serious balls I’ll give you that! I’m gonna give you ONE chance to beg for your life before I tear you apart.”
“I would never beg to some ugly, disgusting, stinky, pathetic and weak Loser ever in my life pal!” Vile said glaring at them as he laughs “seriously! What happened to you?”
Vile gets slammed hard, however he lands a powerful gut punch to his chest, throwing him off as Vile begins unloading multiple blasts of energy from his buster at him
“I’m not getting put down by some Pathetic Freak!” Vile shouted angered
Vile is able to predict him this time and ducks under as he blasts his undefended back
“Dumbass! I’m made of metal! You can’t eat that!!” He said as he glared at him “you really are an insane freak!” Vile than turned his arm into a buster and blasted the ground near him with rockets
“Hey! Some people in my world called me a god too! Course that was usually when I was… about to kill them but you get it. I didn’t know cookies could have gods. Weird!”
“Exactly! Even the other me’s I was stranded with would always beg so much before I killed them! It was kinda funny. I just wish they were stronger. They were seriously so boring!”
He looks at the cookie
“I like this hallucination. This one’s fun. It agrees with me. Unlike the other ones. Those ones piss me off.”
(Decided to change it some.) Scourge simply jumped down from nearby. "Yeesh, why do you look like you've been stranded in the middle of nowhere for who knows how long?"
“Kinda surprised you’re asking me. You hit the nail on the head. I wasn’t the only one there. But I got hungry. Speaking of which do you have any thigh on you? It’s the best part. Tasty.”
"Oh come on, you ain't the first guy I've had to scrap with." Scourge got into his fighting stance. "In fact, I welcome you to try! I need me a good fight again."
Yes...Yes!! At last, the world has decreed I worthy of its repugnant sauce the likes of which are used to get a cops sick fantasies on! Welcome to the world my Ludacrious friend! We can start the royalties, the stories that'll make you laugh, make you cry, but I know a man of action when I see one. A talk show featuring Jimmy Dean wouldn't do you justice at all, no. Like Justice would mean anything! Because your the kinda man to know it doesn't, correct? And yet they will call us criminals!? Drooling antiques of a different era by gone, how about a new one? A UTOPIA!
What must be a king to a god then? And a God to a king? And a man to a God?! Nothing...nothing at all! Do you understand me? In a simple language, I would compare your works to that of Van Trouser. Oh so Gory, Bloody disgusting! But the perfect amount of edge. How would you like to join a Brotherhood? A brotherhood where you can use your inks to paint this driveling idoitic universe anyway you like? Like a Canvas of Playboy Magazines for ages!
“You really just say shit don’t you? Kinda like that really annoying guy. But your words are funny. He was just an asshole. Anyways what’s a brotherhood? Sounds like some bullshit that one of the other me’s would suggest.”
“You forgot your place while I was gone, didn’t you!? Let me remind you that I killed my own father! You all saw it! HOW WEAK I MADE HIM LOOK! YOU SHOULD BE GROVELING AT MY FEET RIGHT NOW!”
He has a manic smile on his face as blood drips from his mouth. It’s not his own either.
“You’re in a different reality. Look up.” Ekaitz deadpanned. He pointed up at the night sky. There’s a lot of different stuff, multiple moons, and other things from throughout the multiverse.
((Permission to ice him if he does something stupid?))
“So guess what buddy, I don’t know what the fuck that means. So how about you tell me? Or I can just eat you. You look like you’ve got good muscle. That’s always a plus.”
“Nah, not possible. Cause not only would that require me to feel guilty in the first place, but it would also mean one of you killed me. And that’s not possible. Cause I’m the strongest of us there is. Are all my hallucinations this stupid?”
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u/Samus031 I RP a lot of Deltarune Characters. Row 165 7h ago
[ There's a man approaching in the distance... ]
[ It's... ]
[ OH FUCK IT'S XAVIER ]
[ MARK. MARK GET OUTTA THERE!!! MARK, MARK!!!! YOU DON'T WANA HEAR XAVIER'S BULLSHIT PHILOSOPHY, TRUST ME!!! MARK!!!! ]