Rant of Mark Underwell

So, I've got a Hush reject who uses Venom and can phase through walls like Obito. He can probably punch through walls, lift my ass up and break my spine. I really don't want my spine broken. Especially when I'm wearing a batsuit.

Boss Marcello. The boss who created these Remnant version rip-offs of Venom in Dust form. Definitely not canon for sure, and I had to visit this guy for preventing venom-ised enhanced evil-doers (White Fang, Cinder's Faction, etc).

I had to stop him from causing chaos to the canon. Not that I mind, but I wouldn't like to get my ass whooped by a bunch of drug addicts.

Anyways, that aside, I was resting my ass on the bed while still wearing my burnt batsuit without my helmet. Batman never kills. But I ain't Batman. I'm just a guy dressed up as a bat.

I kicked myself off from the bed, wondering why some dude called me pathetic. Yes, I am pathetic enough to not have any self-respect. I am devoid embodiment of any life or joy from myself because I am broken and heartless.

Fuck's sake... When did my life get so complicated from an Author who doesn't write for shit and a ROB who finds entertainment from torturing me? Sometimes, you just have to roll with it.

AAAAHHH FUCK OFF!!!

I'm done venting my frustrations out.

Humming a random Major tune, I hopped out of bed and wore the helmet on my head. Kicking the door open, I went to run away from the orphanage and get my Tumbler-

"Where the hell are you going?..." I slowly turn around to see Eveline smiling as she was grasping the back of my neck while veins popped from her hands. I slowly went to the basement, wearing normal clothes.

Can I say something for a sec? I'm not seeking for a grand life of 'harem kings', 'King of the World', 'Master of the Multiverse', or some 'The Most Powerful Being in the ENTIRE FUCKING MULTIVERSE' or some shit.

I just... want to live a quiet life, that's all. F ain't going to stop transfering me into random worlds (although I'll get to the part I can't stop him because he's basically unkillable), Author's going to keep writing, and I just want to sleep forever.

[AN: You have no idea what he just said, did you? He means... nevermind.]

And... why the fuck would I conquoer worlds for no reason? Explain to me in the comments as to what significance does it have. I want to know. I am no idiot, I just forget things easily from this curse of mine inside my mind that 'holds back' my vast memories. Economics... F's dealing with that offscreen. Somewhere...

I'm just a guy, wandering around in fictional universes for the sake of entertainment, and that's all. Simple? Boring? It's basic. Everyone, in multiversal universes have a goal. I don't. I just get pushed around to situations and I deal with it.

What do you want me to say? Ditch the Batman and go Iron Man? Start conquering worlds and set a government? Live my life as the multiverse's king? The thing is, I don't know what you want from me.

I don't know.

Anyways- While I'm currently changing myself into doing housework for the orphans, and teaching Jason how to throw a batarang, such and such, time passed as night fell.

Urgh. Headache. 4th Wall breaking for know apparant reason. Blah blah, this so random with no real goal or agenda of this MC's- 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅! I didn't want to be lectured of my lack of goals being shit and giggles.

I don't think you got the message. I don't have any goals. It's true. This is a story with a guy who doesn't have any goals, but gets forced to the multiverse like some pathetic pushover who's brain is covered with shit, fuckery, and memories, and it's a rant of me suffering.

A FUCKING RANT! This fucking story is a fucking rant of Markus Fucking Underwell, the crybaby who's a billion years old but can't get a hold of himself and still panicks like the little bitch he is! I'm pathetic. I'm not real. You wouldn't care.

Because I'm just a nobody going through forced adventures like a whiny bitching crybaby who's ranting about his life being bullshit, suffering, FUCKERY, AND A WHOLE LOT OF SHIT I COULDN'T HANDLE!!

Heh... why do you read this? It's because it's fun? Entertaining? Random? Chaotic? Most of all, just satsifying? Just... satsifying you all? I'm a joke. I'm the biggest fucking joke there ever is. Haha. Chuckle Chuckle.

I'm not going to say sorry. I won't. I'm just sick of everything now. AND FUCK YOU!

[AN: ... I've got nothing to say, to be honest. Uhh.]