#incorrect invincible

[markeater]

Y/n: I looked at the sky last night.

Viltrumite Mark: Were you doing a threat scan?

Y/n: No. I just looked…because it was beautiful.

Viltrumite Mark: …You should've done a threat scan.

[markeater]

Y/n: Where do you think we go when we die?

Mohawk Mark: Don't know about you. No place would accept me. That's why I prefer not dying.

Y/n: What if they don't accept me either?

Mohawk Mark: Then come hang out with me. There's probably a bench at the entrance of hell. We'll smoke together.

Y/n: What if there's no bench at the entrance of hell?

Mohawk Mark: Then I'll be your bench. You can sit on me or something...besides, you know the ground in hell is probably hot. I can handle the contact better for you.

Y/n: ..what if your Viltrumite powers don't work there?

Mohawk Mark: Wha—damn it Y/n shut that mouth of yours or I'll bend you over right here.

Y/n: ...

Mohawk Mark: ...

Mohawk Mark: *Points somewhere in the sky* Damn it look over there! What the hell is that?!

Y/n: Where?!

Mohawk Mark: Hah, I told you not to talk.

*rıp*

[markeater]

Target Mark: Pathetic! I wouldn't even keep you as a slave in my empire!

*Looking at the baby in the crib with a judgmental expression as it had its foot in its drooling mouth*

Y/n: Mark, it's only eight months old.

Target Mark: That doesn't grant it any privileges.

[markeater]

Mohawk Mark: You want me to kill this guy?

Y/n: No.

Mohawk Mark: Okay. You want ME to want to kill this guy?

Y/n: No!

Mohawk Mark: Too late. I already love the idea.

[markeater]

Y/n: …

Y/n: Okay, guess what they call 'cannibal' in Turkish?

Mark: Hmm, what are you talking about?

Y/n: They call it yamyam.

Sinister Mark: *Suddenly appears* They're absolutely right.

*You and Mark scream, clinging to each other*

[markeater]

Y/n: How much do you love me?

Young Nolan: Enough to split a planet in half.

Y/n: Nolan...that was so romanticc

Young Nolan: What?! No! That was a threat.

Y/n: Ah...

Young Nolan: B-but I appreciate you taking it romantically. I mean...whatever!*disappeared in sky*

[markeater]

Y/n: Mark, you have to give me money.

Omni Mark: Why?

Y/n: They said speak as much as your money…

Y/n: I couldn't even say okay.

[markeater]

Y/n: Aww Nolan,you're so cute I want eat you up!

Nolan: Wh- I thought we loved each other?

Y/n: Of course I do, idiot! Ugh…you're so difficult sometimes. It's a term of endearment.

Nolan: Oh…I see.

*Another day*

*Nolan is sitting beside you, watching you work*

Nolan: I could lick you.

*Before you could even process what he said, he squished your cheeks with his hand and licked the one on his side*

Y/n: …why did you do that?

Nolan: My term of endearment.

Y/n: IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE FIGURATIVE! DID I ACTUALLY EAT YOU,HUH?! HUH?! ANSWER ME!?

Nolan: Sorry… *he licks your cheek one more time before letting go*

Y/n: YOU'RE!..*He quickly get up from the couch and u smack his ass before disappearing—well it seems Viltrumite speed doesn't always come in handy*