AN: This will be my first ever work done so go easy on me guys! So basically I became obsessed with Invincible and now I wanted to write about it, because of my disappointment with the lack of Invincible fanfics I decided to write my own as you can clearly see. Without further ado let's get on with this shall we?

I own neither Invincible or any other works shown throughout the series

I'm…Invincible

Prologue: One More Time

The day started off like any other: stumbling out of bed, throwing together a half-assed cup of coffee, and resigning myself to the usual sign-flipping gig at the car dealership. Today's the day, I told myself. I'm quitting this garbage job, moving on up. Real estate was calling, and with it, actual money. Finally, I'd be able to get rid of this piece-of-crap car.

My check engine light flickered, practically mocking me. "Not for long, pal," I muttered, picturing the new wheels I'd be driving once that realtor cash started flowing. Of course, you're probably wondering how someone who works at a dealership drives a heap like mine. Well, that's easy: I'm not exactly employee of the month. I'm the guy who stands on the corner in the heat, flipping signs. Yeah, not glamorous.

"Last day of work, baby! Let's fucking go!" I shouted as I pulled into the lot, already basking in my impending freedom.

And then... SPLAT.

That was the sound of my brain meeting the hood of my car. Everything went dark. No slow fade into the afterlife, no life flashing before my eyes—just nothingness.

Or so I thought.

Suddenly, I was somewhere else. A glowing, featureless room with no walls or ceiling. And standing next to me was... something. Some being made of light, and it was watching TV. Not just any TV, though—on the screen, there was my killer, rifling through my pockets and driving off in my junker. "Oh, come on!" I groaned, unable to believe what I was seeing.

Before I could dwell too much on my death, karma did its thing. My killer didn't make it far—right into a telephone pole. I watched with no small amount of satisfaction as he flew out of my car and hit the ground hard. Well, that's comforting, I thought, feeling a surprising sense of peace as I saw his body crumple like a ragdoll. A small smile tugged at my lips.

"That's more like it," I said, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Hey, maybe dying isn't so bad after all."

"Glad you're feeling better," said a voice next to me. I jumped—literally. The glowing being turned its faceless head toward me. "The name's ROB, by the way."

I blinked. "Wait. What? ROB? Like, that's it? No ominous titles? No long-winded explanations about what the hell's going on?"

ROB shrugged—or at least, I think it did. "Would you prefer 'Almighty Light God' or something? I'm all about efficiency."

"Oh yeah, that's what's throwing me off right now. Totally not the fact that I just watched myself die, or the fact that my killer's eating pavement on live TV," I shot back, my sarcasm in full gear. "No, it's the name. That's what did it."

ROB chuckled, and somehow I could tell this cosmic being had a sense of humor. "Listen, you died, and now you owe me. But don't worry—I'm about to make it up to you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Owe you? For what? Avenging me? I didn't exactly sign a deal here."

"We had an unspoken agreement," ROB said casually. "You were dying, and I made sure that guy got what was coming to him. And now, I'm offering you something in return: reincarnation."

"Reincarnation?" I blinked again, taking a step back. "Wait. Seriously? Like, I'm getting a second shot?"

"Yup," ROB said with a grin that I could somehow feel even though it had no face.

My excitement suddenly spikes. "Am I getting the gamer system? Stats? OP powers?"

"No," ROB says, his glowing form shaking slightly in what I assume is disappointment at my enthusiasm. "But you will get something to help in your new life. Don't ask what, though—it's a surprise."

He snaps his fingers, and a bright light envelops me. I feel a sharp, searing pain in my eyes, and just like that, I'm somewhere else.

Chapter One: Wake Up In The Sky!

I wake up gasping for air, my heart pounding. It's not the same room, not the same life. The bed I'm in? Too soft. The room? Covered in superhero posters, action figures scattered across the floor like some kid's fantasy.

I stagger to my feet, glancing down at my body. Stronger. Bigger. Something about me feels… powerful, but in a terrifying way.

And then, the migraine hits. My vision blurs as memories—not mine—slam into me. The life of someone else, growing up with a mother and father—Nolan Grayson. The pieces fit together like jagged puzzle pieces, and a chill runs down my spine.

I'm not just anyone. I'm him. The son of one of the most dangerous beings in the universe. The weight of it makes my stomach twist.

But just as quickly as the panic starts, a wave of cold clarity washes over me. This isn't some fairytale. It's real, and I've got to play the hand I'm dealt. It's not a question of if I'm going to survive—it's how.

Before I can even process the whirlwind of memories, a piece of paper pops into existence in front of me. I snatch it out of the air, and sure enough, it's from ROB.

"Hey, champ. Feeling a little overwhelmed? That's normal. But good news—you're not just him. I threw in an extra perk: Doomsday's reactive adaptation. Now you've got Viltrumite strength and the ability to adapt to anything. Enjoy! Be a hero, be a villain—I don't care. Just don't be boring. —ROB."

I blink, staring at the note, and then a slow grin spreads across my face. Reactive adaptation? That's... insane. I can't die. I won't die. Every hit makes me stronger. Every battle makes me deadlier.

This isn't about being a hero or villain. It's about being unstoppable.

Now that I know what day it is, I can get ahead of the chaos. The start of the canon timeline, as ROB so casually put it. The Guardians of the Globe? They're toast, whether I step in or not. And you know what? Letting them go down might be for the best. Less interference, fewer eyes on me. If I'm going to take on Omni-Man—and I am—I need to train. I need to grow stronger. And that means letting things play out for now.

I head downstairs, already thinking of the endless ways I could approach this. Should I work with Cecil? Maybe. More fights, more chances to push my limits. Plus, I'm not squeamish about doing what needs to be done—unlike some other "heroes."

In the kitchen, Debbie's glued to the TV, watching a report on the Mauler Twins attacking the White House.

"Morning, Mom," I say, grabbing breakfast without even thinking about it. "Is Dad gonna be late tonight?"

She glances at me, smiling. "No, just the Mauler Twins today. He'll be back in time for dinner."

"Good," I reply, already tearing into the food like a man possessed. Man, I'm starving.

Debbie looks over, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe your powers are finally coming in?"

"You might be right!" I exclaim, letting some fake excitement slip into my voice. She looks hopeful. She has no idea.

But I do.

After choking down two plates of food, I grab my bag and give her a quick hug. "Crap, I'm gonna be late. We'll talk later."

As I head out the door, I can't help but grin. I know what's coming today. The school stuff, the powers kicking in... and Todd. That idiot doesn't know what he's about to walk into.

The Guardians? Omni-Man? That'll all happen later. Right now, I've got a school day to survive—and I've got a feeling it's going to be a fun one.

When I reach school, I spot William glued to his phone like always. The guy's probably texting some random crush again. I sneak up behind him, because why not?

"Who're you texting, Will?" I ask, making him jump.

"Mark, dude! You scared the crap out of me!" he says, holding his chest like I gave him a heart attack.

I chuckle. "Sorry, but you were way too focused. Had to."

"You're in a weirdly good mood today," he says, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Can't a guy just enjoy the day?" I laugh, louder than usual. William cringes as people start staring.

"Dude, lower your voice," he mutters, turning red.

I smirk and shout, "I'm just having a great day, everyone! No need to worry!" People look, William dies a little inside, and I laugh. Today is going to be a good day.

"Alright, Will, let's get going," I say, starting to walk toward the school entrance. Will follows behind, still eyeing me with curiosity.

"Mark, what kind of drugs did you take?" he asks, half-joking, but clearly confused. I just laugh it off.

"Nah, dude. I was just messing with you earlier," I reply, still chuckling. But before Will can respond, we both hear shouting coming from across the hall.

"Todd's at it again," I mutter, seeing him harassing Amber as she tries to walk away from him. Will tugs on my sleeve, whispering nervously.

"Don't, man. Todd's huge. He'll crush you, and you're not exactly Omni-Man," Will warns, but I shake my head.

"Yeah, I know. But I'd feel like a piece of shit if I just watched," I say, stepping toward Todd without hesitation.

"Todd, she said no. Back off," I say firmly, my voice cutting through the chaos.

Todd turns, his fists already clenched, and scoffs. "You serious, Grayson?"

Before he can finish, I duck out of the way of his swing and throw a quick jab to his nose. The crack of impact is satisfying. Todd stumbles back, stunned, and I follow up with a right hook to his cheek, knocking him flat on the ground.

"Todd, I gave you a chance. Now, get up and leave. Final warning," I say, standing over him. He scowls but seems to understand that I'm not playing around. He mutters something under his breath, but he walks away.

"Thanks," Amber says quietly as I turn around, brushing it off.

"No problem," I reply, and she heads off, leaving Will to rush over.

"Dude, you kicked Todd's ass! That was awesome!" Will says, eyes wide. I just shrug.

"Yeah, well, he had it coming," I say, not really thinking too much about it.

Will stares at me and goes to open his mouth, but before he can ask anything, we both hear the bell to head to class .

Later that night...

After my shift at work, I head out to take the trash, and without thinking, I hurl it straight into the sky. It vanishes into the clouds, and I grin. The time has come. I walk back inside, toss my apron on the counter, and look my boss dead in the eye.

"I quit," I say simply, leaving no room for argument. I don't bother waiting for a response—I'm already out the door.

As I walk home, I stop in an alley, heart pounding with excitement. Time to fly. I take a deep breath, focusing on that one goal: to get off the ground. Slowly, I feel myself lifting, hovering a few feet in the air. I can't help but laugh. This is it.

For the next thirty minutes, I practice—rising, falling, shifting my weight midair. It's easier than I expected. I'm soon soaring up to the clouds, pushing myself higher and faster, until I finally hover over my house.

I open the door and step into the house, a little dirty from all the flying practice, but overall feeling good. Mom's in the kitchen finishing up dinner, and I make my way to the table.

"Hey, Mom. Got something to tell you," I say casually, grabbing a piece of bread. "My powers came in today."

Debbie's eyes light up instantly. "Mark! That's incredible!" she exclaims, practically bouncing on her feet. "I knew it was only a matter of time! How do you feel? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Actually, better than good," I reply, shrugging. "I was just practicing flying. That's why I was a little late."

Nolan walks into the room just as I say this, stopping in his tracks. His eyes lock on mine, a flicker of something dark crossing his face before it smooths over.

"Got your powers, huh?" he asks, his voice calm, but there's an edge to it.

"Yeah. I figured it out how to fly pretty quickly once I got the balance right," I say, glancing at him.

Nolan stays quiet, and I notice his expression has shifted. He's staring at me like he's not really seeing me, his face going blank in that thousand-yard stare I've seen in the comics and the show. I'm about to say something when Mom notices too.

"Nolan? Is something wrong?" Debbie asks, concerned by the silence.

Nolan doesn't answer right away, his eyes still locked on me. I can see the gears turning in his head. He eventually blinks, shaking his head like he's snapping out of a trance.

"No, no. That's... that's great, Mark," Nolan says, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Debbie doesn't seem to notice, but I do. I know what he's really thinking.

We sit down for dinner, and things go on like usual—at least on the surface. But the tension hangs in the air. Nolan is quieter than normal, and I know he's processing the fact that I have my powers now. My Viltrumite powers.

But the Doomsday ability? That's my little secret, for now and hopefully the future.

Dinner wraps up, and I help clean up a bit before heading to bed early. Tomorrow, I'll be training with Dad, and I need to be ready. If today's flying practice was any indication, things are about to get a lot more intense.