#ursaal

You were Mark's personal psychiatrist. Truly, ever since you could remember, you had tried to support Mark's emotions like a pillar. It wasn't exactly a role you wanted, it was more like one chosen for you. You knew things even your mother, your father and even his lovers never knew.

And being Mark's twin meant having an alien invade your room during summer nights in a gossiping mood and refuse to leave your bed no matter how much you kicked him. Even though Mark always spoke carefully and thoughtfully around you, you weren't like that at all. The thing he heard most from you throughout his life was insults. Idiot, moron, birdbrain, babyass, rotten, skunk, pain in the ass, fuckass…and many more.

And the funny thing was, he always got offended by them.

Even so for you, he was always ready to throw himself in front of any danger without a second thought.

Let's be honest even if Mark went to the woman he loved and told her he couldn't live without her, it would be a lie once you looked deeper. Yes, he would never truly recover from losing the woman he loved and no matter how much he managed to continue living, he would still love and remember her deep down.

But you, Mark could never survive losing you—his soulmate, his one and only twin who had shared every breath and every heartbeat in this world with him since the womb. He might even try to follow after you...because a part of him had already died long ago.

(Btww your powers awakened pretty recently but you were the first one to manifest yours. Honestly idk if Nolan would've expected both twins to activate theirs)

It was like Ben and Gwen's relationship but not really. Because Gwen still ended up with powers somehow, while in this universe you weren't Gwen. You were just yourself. As twins, fate had forcibly separated your paths at a young age already;the chosen one and the ordinary one. What could either of you even do except play the roles given to you?

Your twin Zack, found that spaceship completely by chance and ended up possessing one of the most powerful weapons in the universe. Meanwhile you were only a witness to it all—maybe even lost the chance at that power because your twin ignored you and went into the forest alone that day even though you told him, "Let's go home." What a tragedy...while he became an intergalactic hero, your life continued with school, work and ordinary problems. It created a silent 'what if it had been me' between the two of you that was never spoken aloud, yet constantly felt. And the jealousy you never wanted to feel and shouldn't have felt never truly left you either.

While Zack became the backbone of the family, your father Ed trusted him while constantly fussing over you instead. Zack ran toward trouble, while your family ran around trying to keep you away from it. And unfortunately no one could see how much that hurt you. Not your parents, nor your brother. And yet to Zack, you were everything. When he returned to earth after fighting Viltrumites in space, you were the only person who saw him not as 'Tech Jacket' but simply as 'Zack'. Contrary to what he told your parents, he didn't tell you about the details of galactic wars. Instead, he kept telling you about the fears he couldn't confess to anyone else.

You became his safe place, even if you had never intended to be. No matter how ashamed of yourself you became because of Zack's behavior, no matter how many times you tried to end your relationship, he never allowed it. Every time he came to your door, he would apologize and try to make up with you, worried about whether he had hurt you. And every single time, you accepted him.

How could you break your only piece of yourself apart…especially with the way his face lit up every time he saw you.

You had a healthily toxic relationship. While he fought for your planet light years away, you fought for his normal life. He was a warrior known across galaxies and civilizations, you were a quiet warrior. He saved the universe and you cleaned up after him.

Despite everything, one part of you still couldn't believe all the things he had accomplished, while another part—because you knew him better than anyone—never hesitated to throw his flaws in his face. "If you're so powerful, then why can't you still clean your room?" was the kind of comment that shook him more than an alien invasion ever could. It felt like nothing except death itself could ever separate you and Zack.

Sharing the same womb as Thragg…you never knew whether it was a blessing or a curse. Do you know about uneven twin growth, when one twin develops by taking the portion meant for the other in the womb, leaving the other weak and frail. Yes, in a society obsessed with strength, you were unfortunate enough to be born weak—and as the sibling of a ox like Thragg. As you grew older and your awareness sharpened, you realized at a very young age that your life would probably not be a long one. That was the result of being a flawed twin beside Thragg; you had started behind every other child from the very beginning. You were weak. Painfully weak. You had even overheard people say that without Viltrumite technology, you wouldn't have survived at all.

You fell behind in everything. You never became the perfect twins your parents and society wanted—or rather, you never did. While Thragg was raised to become the future heir, the strongest of them all, you had been cast aside into a corner. Alongside that neglect came a fear of even stepping outside. All you wanted was to live, yet even that was said to be too much for someone like you. Maybe it was life's small apology to you, but ever since infancy you had always been the one beside Thragg. When you crawled, when you learned to walk and through everything else. Thragg always knew how to knock you down with every new step forward but he also knew how to pull you back up afterward—as though it were his own strange form of apology. Maybe that was why, despite the people around him, he never encouraged to crush you for your weakness. In every single one of his earliest memories, you were there beside him. Every single one. Perhaps it was simply the result of growing up together but you were the only obstacle Thragg never even attempted to destroy.

Your ages of four and six were strange years. During that time, unlike the other children, Thragg awakened his powers—and naturally that caused those terrible eyes to turn toward you as well. Yet you were physically weaker than Thragg in every way. And despite all the pressure and beatings, your powers never surfaced. You had even earned the disappointment and hatred of your own parents, though they still gave you time—at least until your powers awakened like every other child's eventually had. Back then, even at such a young age, you had wished not to be alive anymore. Every night, you stared up at the sky the only place that never judged you and begged it. Begged it to take you somewhere else in that endless galaxy, far away from here. Begged it to end your life.

Maybe the heavens never heard you. No one else did either. No one ever truly heard you anyway.

And yet, during those moments, Thragg unexpectedly became your anchor. You could even say your mind still held onto that memory so tightly that it remained painfully fresh. When you were five, you had been standing on the tips of your toes beside a window, watching Thragg. And he noticed. He always noticed. The way you looked at him with admiration—not expectation, just pure affection. Something that should not exist in this society, something he himself did not even carry within his own soul. Thragg did not know how to love. But that day when he came over and tried to talk to you through the other side of the glass, he had already begun loving you.

The universe was something meant to be conquered, but you…from the very moment he entered this life, you were already something that belonged completely to him. Something irreplaceable. (DAMN IT, I WONDER I WONDER SHOULD I MAKE A SERIES OR A FANFIC ABOUT THIS? CINEMATIC SCENES WERE LITERALLY PLAYING OUT IN MY HEAD WHILE I WAS WRITINGG FCKKK)

Unfortunately, you were one of the first people exposed to his horrifying personality. He tried to kill you many times and every single time, you barely escaped thanks to being a half Viltrumite like him. Maybe you weren't stronger than the two of you but you were more resilient than him.

And every time you tried to hide away on earth or some other planet to live out of sight, he somehow always managed to find you. As if he could smell you. You never took it too seriously because you were tired of his insane ramblings,but one time he even claimed you had a distinct scent he could recognize from miles away. Though honestly, for you it wasn't like that at all.

Sinister Mark loved humiliating you. He knew exactly which buttons to press. Because of him, you didn't even have a private life anymore. While you were waiting at the restaurant to meet your beloved on Valentine's day, guess who suddenly showed up holding a heart shaped gift box with a real heart inside it. Of course it was your beloved's heart.

Sinister Mark was overly controlling and had an incomprehensibly suffocating possessiveness. Someone who could make you feel worthless, try to get rid of you, then latch onto you again with some rotten mocking remark—which according to him, meant an apology and that the two of you had made up—and refuse to let go. What did he do the first time he killed your father? He made you eat that shitty heart and while doing it, he admitted he wished he had thought of doing the same thing with your lover's heart sooner.

Life with him was always filled with conflict. And just when you finally thought you could breathe and continue your life, he suddenly appeared again. Worse this time. More insane, with greedier eyes.

And while you screamed in horror, he pounced on you like a wild animal, saying nonsensical things through his filthy overgrown beard and bloody mouth while trying to bite you. "I finally figured out how we can become one body, my dear sibling."

You were Thragg's one and only favorite. Being the child of a man obsessed with restoring the empire's rise meant having an entire list of siblings. Ever since you could remember, you barely had any privacy; your siblings were always around you no matter where you went. And being among the only children your father could even be considered to value meant standing at the front of every conquest as well. So much pain, so much blood, so many lost siblings and after every successful conquest, you greeted your father with bloodstained hands. Maybe the fact that, despite everything you did, you still couldn't receive even the smallest shred of affection from him was what bound you and Ursaal so tightly together.

You were almost never separated. Whenever one of you entered somewhere, the other would absolutely be right behind. You and your siblings held importance within the empire, yet despite all of it there was always an emptiness surrounding you both. Even though Ursaal had never met someone who could truly teach her emotions, she was almost as human as the people your father despised. But when it came to you…unfortunately, while creating you, the universe had only let one of you taste that honey sweet softness.

You were a problem.

You didn't ignore Ursaal's feelings, after all she was your twin and perhaps the only person you truly cared about. But that was your only good trait. You were cruel—so cruel that even Thragg himself looked at you with suspicion. You never questioned orders. You simply carried them out and that was exactly the problem. On the planet your father ordered you to subjugate, you tore the hearts out of every civilian who fell into your hands and piled them together. And the worst part? Even while Thragg scolded you in front of the army made up of all your siblings,not a single expression appeared on your face. You simply stood there with your hands behind your back like a soldier, waiting for your father to finish speaking. It was obvious you had never truly cared about Thragg.

There were two people who made Thragg's blood boil, his enemies and you. He had wanted to kill you many times, yet restrained himself solely because of your potential. And Ursaal…she was the one hurt most by this situation. Even during difficult and merciless missions, the way you ignored your wounds and pushed your body past its limits tore her apart into thousands of pieces. She was always the responsible one when it came to her twin; dragging you to the medbay herself, making sure you ate, preventing you and your siblings from turning against one another.

Maybe your father's and your own merciless indifference had finally become too much. When Ursaal finally broke down and wanted to surrender,she told your siblings to stop fighting because your father didn't care about any of you—you were the only one who refused to listen. No matter how fast Ursaal tried to move, she couldn't stop you from attacking the Marks.

Now, when she looked back, the years she spent with you felt so long, yet they hadn't even lasted five years. Life had been cruel to both of you from the day you were born. You had been forced to keep up long before you ever had the chance to discover yourselves.

She tried to stay sane after your death for the sake of the siblings left behind. But she never truly moved on from it. Even after five hundred years had passed, there were still times when she spent her days trying to understand the way you had looked at life.

Even when Conquest was tiny, people compared him to a demon. Not because he truly was one, but because of a society that forced its expectations onto him without ever trying to understand him. And you. You were far too angelic. The complete opposite of Conquest—you were twins like the physical form of yin and yang. Despite all the horrifying things he had done, there was goodness somewhere inside Conquest; meanwhile within you, who had touched far less blood, there was danger. And the most troublesome kind of danger, of course is the kind that cannot be controlled. That hidden side inside you only ever surfaced when it concerned Conquest.

Anyone who hurt your twin received no mercy from you. Who knew how many Viltrumite skulls had been crushed beneath your feet simply because they made the mistake of insulting your sibling.

As you grew older and the empire changed, your gentle nature began standing out to people more and more. Despite all the criticism and despite being his complete opposite, Conquest never cared. He never tried to change you. No—he never even mocked you. You were one of the rare things in life he truly took seriously. And deep down, you were also the only one who understood him; the fact that both of you had been born during the peaceful years of the Viltrumite Empire had shaped your personalities.

Conquest's cruelty came from his devotion to the empire that had once been peaceful. The monster inside him had grown solely from loyalty. As for your kindness, it came from your inability to fully adapt to the society you were born into. The virus and the massacre your people carried out against one another afterward—perhaps those things had destroyed your hope in your own race but neither of your core selves ever changed. You always turned your backs on your own people and toward other civilizations instead.

You were Conquest's opposite. He never left planets alive after conquering them, while you only returned with information. The only reason you joined conquest missions at all was because you didn't want your twin to be alone, especially after he lost his arm. But let's not even get into your older years; your youth was spent sharing in your sibling's loneliness. You told both him and yourself that you didn't need the people who cast him aside.

Maybe you weren't siblings in every universe.

But in every possibility where you existed, he was never alone.

(Fuckkk I spent an entire day thinking about this power alone. At least like it for that damn it gjbdjew..this is giving the flavor of a cursed angst fanfic damn it…ughI forced myself so hard to keep this short)

Ah, twins born solely to make the audience suffer through tragedy. Do you know what it's like to be unloved on top of being born into a poor family? Yeah, it's pretty horrible. Life never smiled at you. And when your family handed both you and your twin over to the government, you became projects under constant observation.

Even though they tried to give you similar powers because you were twins, they never succeeded. Rex didn't mind much. Motivated by the government's words, he genuinely believed he was helping for a good cause and endured every hardship thrown at him. Meanwhile you were complicated. Unlike your twin, you never received the explosive power they tried to force into you.

Your brother's power was loud and chaotic, just like his personality; yours was calm and delicate, just like the soul that slowly withdrew into itself over time. Your power shattered the frequency of anything you touched, whether object or person alike. Looking at it that way, even if it wasn't exactly what the government wanted, they still got what they were aiming for in the end. Destructive and useful—you were perfect assets for their twisted goals.

Unfortunately, Rex's youthful naivety existed in you too. Maybe you were smarter than him but you were so closed off that you never cared about the missions given to you the way your brother did. You followed Rex around and did whatever was demanded of you. Like an opera singer shattering a wine glass, there had even been a time when you collapsed an entire bridge onto the men chasing after you.

Of course, those were the lighter things you had done.

Unlike Rex's, your power possessed a much darker side. You experienced certain things…things you never wanted to tell Rex about. Even toward him,the one who cared for you, the one who acted like your older brother no matter what—you never revealed that secret. Because of that guilt, the affection he gave you always left a bitter taste on your tongue.

In the end your brother was the first between you to realize you had both been deceived. There wasn't much you could do anymore; with your sibling blowing up the massive structure behind you, the two of you ran away hand in hand. After that life only became messier. While Rex wandered around trying to find ways to become a hero, you grew even more suspicious of everything out of fear of being used again.

But despite all the fear between you, good things finally started happening. Life had begun becoming beautiful, just like Rex promised you every night before bed.

Until your other half sacrificed himself.

Every breath you took, every meal you ate, everything tasted like the burnt scent left behind by the explosions caused by your brother's power. In the middle of all those problems, you forced Cecil to deal with trying to hold you together too. You never looked anyone in the face again. You always stayed away from the group. The hatred growing inside you toward Invincible because of his selfishness screamed louder and louder within you until it finally burst out of your chest.

After brutally beating Rudy—the one who had started a new life using your brother's DNA—for hours, you climbed on top of him and began strangling him. The blood running from your nose looked pale beside your watery bloodshot eyes. Using this power on a human…you had promised yourself you never would, and now you were breaking that promise.

The vibrations spreading from your hands wrapped around Rudy's throat slowly traveled first into his teeth, then into his bones, until that disgusting copy crumbled into dust.

No one except you, Rudy and god heard the screams echoing through the facility. And no soul witnessed how, with a heart that could no longer endure anymore, you turned yourself into dust as well.

That day, alongside the facility that shared your fate, two important people vanished into losses that would never be solved.

As twin siblings determined to prove yourselves, you climbed higher and higher through the ranks with fierce ambition. You and Kregg were always neck and neck. As if there were some silent agreement between you, neither of you ever tried to surpass the other. The two of you simply had personalities that let things flow naturally. You went on missions, prepared reports, eliminated the opponents placed before you.

Whenever someone dealt with one of you, the other attacking them from behind was never delayed for long. Despite the society you were raised in, being twins had always broken a few rules inside you. No matter how loyal you and your twin were to the empire, deep down there was always one truth: if a choice ever had to be made,it would be us first, then Viltrum. Even that thought alone was both your greatest weakness and your biggest secret. It was never spoken aloud, not even between the two of you. But you knew. Somehow you always understood each other. When you struggled, he never ignored it—he took care of you. And in return, you tried to become a partner he could lean his back against whenever needed.

That trait made you incredible weapons in battle. Maybe that was why you were soldiers valued by the Grand Regent. Your coordination was flawless; you moved as though there were a telepathic bond between you. Of course it could also be said that this was something earned through effort. Watching each other in every battle and training session since childhood had given you that advantage. Being Kregg's twin meant never having to check your back. He was always there.

Within an empire that ruled the galaxy, the two of you had a separate universe of your own. Those moments only surfaced when you were alone; you showed each other the hesitation, fear, even exhaustion that you were never supposed to reveal.

Even when he went to earth and fell in love with so many people. When the Grand Regent cast all of you out from his presence, you didn't leave Kregg alone in his disappointment. Maybe earth was the key that finally unlocked you twins. That planet you once looked down upon was now giving you the chance to experience every emotion without needing to hide them and to protect the people you loved without secrecy.

What was once a situation where one of you could betray the empire for the other's safety had now become something else entirely; you stood against the empire for the sake of a future your brother could share with the people he loved.

On Viltrum, everyone is everyone else's rival but you were twins. That meant experiencing competition at its absolute peak. You pushed yourselves like mad to surpass one another, yet whenever an instructor pushed one of you too far, the other would jump in without hesitation. It was against the rules. There were punishments for it. But you still did it. Because he was a part of you and you were a part of him.

Viltrumite culture tries to erase empathy, pity and love like they're a virus. But being twins is a natural rebellion against that system. You understand what he feels before it even reaches his face. Fear, anger, even that 'forbidden' joy.

As if your mother hating your father wasn't enough, she also had to deal with twins she never once considered good enough. Your existence disgusted her. She never tried hiding it from you either; she acted as though the two of you existing together was some kind of crime against the universe. Maybe that was why you and Nolan only ever respected your father and felt close to him. He was reasonable. He never belittled or ignored your efforts and strength. He was a fair man. Deep down, it was a quality both of you wished to possess yourselves.

Perhaps Nolan was the one among you who struggled most with the quiet voice inside him whispering that something about society was wrong. You saw him show mercy to students over and over again. Hesitation kills. Yet he never wanted to acknowledge those hesitations, even though hiding them was just as difficult for him as hiding his own feelings. But he could never admit any of that to himself. You knew that deep down, he possessed a spirit even more fragile than yours.

As if he had never been made for this planet.

And among all those suffocating voices drowning your twin, you were the only thing he could hear clearly. You would always squeeze the tense muscles in his shoulders with your hand, supporting him with words that helped him relax. You became his greatest support before he betrayed the empire—his quietest source of approval.

As part of the fate of the race you were born into, your emotions always remained buried inside you. And when the virus broke out, those feelings finally swelled within you like crashing waves. Neither of you knew whether the other had survived as you fought desperately to stay alive.

Knowing Nolan was strong, you passed away unable to feel even a drop of peace in your final moments.