Uncool, man. (Invincible SI)

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"Ugh- shit!" I groan as I sit up slowly. My head aches and my vision is blurry.

Reaching over I grab my phone. Ignoring the sleeping girl next to me I pick up the phone with an annoyed sigh.

"Hello?"

"Dude! Markus! Where the hell are you man? Mom is worried sick and Dad is pissed"

I cringe as I leap off the bed in a hurry phone to my ear.

"S-Shit! Mark try to give them a good excuse for me being gone for a whole day. I'll be there as fast as possible" I say to my twin seriously.

Stumbling into my pants I grab my car keys and get my car started. Stepping over the numerous unconscious teens I exit the house as fast as possible.

*******

"Markus Sebas Grayson! What do you have to say for yourself, young man!? Where were you all night?"

"Mom I-"

"Ah shut it! You're hungover. Why can't you be more like Mark and into comics and stuff?" Mom says as I scratch the back of my head.

My mom stands at about 5'6. Asian features. Debbie Grayson. My second life's mother and my favorite mom.

"With all due respect to Mark mom, but he simply isn't popular enough to get invited to parties-" Before I can continue I freeze as my mom glares and Mark groans.

-Woosh-

Me Mark and Mom's eyes turn to the other side of our living room as Dad appears. In his regular clothes. He looks at me with a particularly disappointed glint in his eyes

"Markus. Me and you are gonna talk later." His voice was stern. And leaves no room for objection.

Dad stands at roughly 5'11 strong muscled build. Grey sideburns with deep black wavy hair. His most notable feature is a thick mustache.

Mark, my twin. Stands at the same height as me 5'10 unlike my long wavy hair marks is styled very similarly to our dad's. He overall looks identical to me with a different hairstyle.

"Go to your room, young man! And Mark you too!"

"What I didn't do anything-"

"You tried to make a story up for your brother instead of being honest. And you covered for him allowing him to go to a party without my or your father's permission." Mom's voice is stern as I snicker at my younger twin. Looks like I won't be alone in punishment.

He glares at me. I put my hands up in mock surrender as we head upstairs to our rooms. Mark's room is across from mine

"Thanks for covering bro, even if it got you into trouble as well" I pat my brother's shoulder as he sighed.

"I need to start getting paid for this Markus"

"Dude you work! Get paid there. We're brothers! I'd cover for you if you went partying." I respond. Knowing Mark doesn't go to parties due to his lack of popularity.

"I don't go partying Dude. That's the difference between us." Mark begins as I snort.

"Not for a lack of trying. Remember you got kicked out of Andrew Jackson's party when you passed out after two shots? Embarrassing~" I tease as Mark slams his room door.

Laughing to myself I enter my room. Wiping a tear as I smile at my setup.

In the corner of the room is my nice twin-sized bed. The covers lay unorganized on top of the bed. I hate making the bed it's repetitive.

On the other side of the room is a gaming pc, a desk, and a gaming chair for when I'm bored. I game occasionally.

Underneath my desk is a good deal of half-eaten junk food and some wrappers.

Sitting on my bed with a sigh. I hear a knock on my door and mentally prepare myself for this soon-to-be awkward conversation with Dad.

"Come in," I say as I lean back in my bed. My back rests against the nearby wall as Dad enters my room.

"Markus. We have to talk... about, your current lifestyle."

Snorting as Dad goes on a rant. When I get my powers I must fulfill my duties blah-blah. Viltrumites help people this, my lack of ambition will hold me back that.

I love Dad. But his talks about my powers have been an annoying occurrence since I and Mark learned we were half aliens.

I'm not a super social person. But I'm skeptical about Dad's claims and words when it comes to our alien heritage.

For one why would a race full of people just as strong as Dad go around helping less fortunate races? Especially without getting anything in return.

I've seen Dad take down Leviathans. Eat nukes without even being affected. Stop full-scale invasions. Lift actual skyscrapers.

I refuse to believe there's a race of Superman out there that just flies around helping aliens they don't know for free.

Even if they do help alien races I doubt it's without a price at the least. But my suspicion and intuition lead me to believe they aren't helpers. They are more than likely conquered

Why do I come to this conclusion? Simple. A few select words Dad said to a past villain whose goal was world domination. Before killing the villain on live television Dad said one sinister thing.

******

(Brief flashback 8 years ago Mc age:9)

Me and Mark stare eagerly at the TV as Dad easily dismantles the new villain and his group of rejects.

"Yeah, Dad get him!" Mark yells in excitement as I stare intently at the screen.

Dad grabs the man by his throat and lifts him slowly. Staring the man in the eyes the entire time.

"Earth... it isn't yours to conquer"

My eyes widen at those words as Mark cheers and Mom claps. What did he mean "It isn't yours to conquer??"

*******

(Present)

Now that could be seen as him telling the villain Earth is not gonna be captured but I could tell that held a deeper meaning. Things began to fall into pieces as I've noticed Dad doesn't save people out of obligation. Or even out of duty.

When he saves people I note a look in his eye. Not one of pity. But one of a man looking down at ants beneath his shoe. He saves these people out of a cheap act to maintain character.

'He's hiding something from me and Mark and I know it.' I think as Dad continues his rant.

******

"Yo, Marky." I greet my brother In the school hallways. Smiling as he looks in my direction with a groan.

"Don't call me that dude."

"Nah as your big brother, I think I have the right," I say with a grin as me and Mark walk through the halls. School just ended so I'll be driving Mark to work.

"Come on Dude. Let's get you to your job so u can get enough money to buy Amber some things~" I tease my brother who scowls silently.

Exiting the school we make our way to the school parking lot. Me and Mark bickering about the usual. Mark not being man enough to tell his crush he likes her and other things.

"Yo! Markus! You going to the abandoned railroad today?" A familiar voice asks as I turn to the left and I come face to face with a black teen and my good friend Amarri.

"Hell yeah, I am," I respond with a grin. We don't do much but get high with a few girls at the railroad. But it's always a good time.

"I heard you've been getting around bro. How many girls in this school have you slept with?" I snort at the question my mind racing as I try to count.

"Don't know honestly."

"Pfft"

"Dude Markus come on I'll be late to work!" Mark's voice so rudely interrupts my conversation as I sigh before heading to my car.

Mark doesn't have a car cause he failed his driving test. Plus his grades aren't as good as mine.

As I turn to get in my car I meet eye-to-eye with a green-eyed girl. I cringe for a moment as I recognize her immediately.

Evelyn or whatever her name was. Sophomore year she and I hooked up and I took her first time. Then I kinda ditched her. So she doesn't subtly hate me. She despises me openly.

I enter my car with haste at the intensity of her glare. I get high often but I swear she has an uncanny resemblance to the teen team hero Atom Eve.

******

"Man where is my geek bar?" I grumble. Standing up as the other teens around me smoke to their heart's content.

I groan as I note I'm stoned. Gonna take a while to find my stuff.

Walking around the abandoned railroad tracks I walk over to a long abandoned train car. My focus is entirely on the train as I spot my geek bar a bit under it.

"Shit how'd it get there" I groan. Bending down I reach out but note my arms aren't long enough. As I desperately reach for the item of my addiction I put my hand on the underside of the train car for better leverage.

My body tenses briefly and suddenly something crazy happens.

-Ertrrttttt-

The sound of metal groaning reaches my ear as I Fucking LIFT the entire train car. With one hand. My eyes widen comically as the weight feels negligible at best.

"What the fuck."

I hear as I drop the train car immediately scared that they will find out I have powers.

"Dude, did you just lift that thing?" Jason. Another fellow stoner and good friend of mine asks as I shake my head.

"Nah your just high as shit," I say with a smile as the slightly older teens sigh and resume smoking.

My face twists into a frown as I realize my powers have awakened.

"Gotta go guys. Something came up." I say as I leave the area in a hurry.