The very idea that 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 would succumb to 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 other than the hand of 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮... created a singular unease in my mind.

What Reed Richards may invent, Victor von Doom may destroy!

The very idea that 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 would succumb to 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 other than the hand of 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮... created a singular unease in my mind.

Richards… normally I abhor physical encounters... but you give me no choice.

All those years ago… you tried to save me… I should have listened to you… I’m sorry.

He lived “rent free” in your head. Once Reed figured that out, once he saw how futile your attempts at true damage were, he would never take you seriously again. But he never told you that. And he NEVER made fun of you.

Welcome, old friend… I have been awaiting your presence.

He lived “rent free” in your head. Once Reed figured that out, once he saw how futile your attempts at true damage were, he would never take you seriously again. But he never told you that. And he NEVER made fun of you.

Ever since I rejected you as a roommate, you have been following me around like a lost puppy, Richards.

You longing for Reed Richards explains a lot...

Valeria: You and him, you never want to see how alike you are. How much you overlap. Sure, you were only roommates for a second in college, but...you've spent your entire lives together. Fighting. Scheming. Planning. And... collaborating. Working. Sharing. Entwined together.

Doom: Or perhaps your heart still bleeds for the common people, like a good Richards. Valeria: Stop using my name as a swear word! Doom: But it is the most profane expression I know. Valeria: Because it was my father’s. When are you going to get over him? Doom: I mustn’t. Ever!

“Victor... It's the only way.” “No. There's always another way... There's Doom's way.”

You have some 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯, I expect. What is it this time, Reed? A new idea? A fresh take on the very old problem of you and I?

Reed Richards, a one-time classmate of Doom’s, suggests his fantasies of domination are ultimately self-annihilating, since — as Alexander the Great famously discovered — once one conquers the world, there is nothing left but to die.

“What are you doing in my private quarters?” “Oh, hi. Don’t you remember me? I’m Reed Richards, we met on registration day.”

And now, I am forced to confess. I do not hate Reed Richards because he is my opposite. Rather, I hate him because we are so very similar.

Two points for my side, Victor! I'll try to keep it interesting!

Sometimes I fantasize about going back in time and being nicer to Victor von Doom in college.

Reed’s arms stretched out with blinding speed, wrapping Doom in a massive bear hug. Doom screamed as Reed’s arms tightened their grip around him.

No obsession is stronger than one shared.

Valeria: It's not fate that I'm here. And it's not just for your knowledge that I'm here, Victor. Doom: What? Valeria: It's because of my father that I'm here. Doom: Your...father?

If Victor had allowed me, I'd be right up there alongside him... And I know better than most how brilliant that man is. I actually feel safe knowing it's 𝘩𝘪𝘮 up there.

Day or night, they'd argue theories - wacko mathematics, physics, cosmology that even the school's Nobel Laureates had trouble following. For Reed, this was heaven - because he loved learning for learning's sake. For Doom, though, these debates were battles he always had to win.

Richards… normally I abhor physical encounters... but you give me no choice.

Victor von Doom and Reed Richards are but opposite sides of the same coin--

Some people sleep at night, others watch over those who do.

“Doom! I WON’T let you go!” “Don’t be a sentimental fool, Richards!”

Nobody sees me. (Only Reed did.)

Drink, Richards! I weary of this talk! I ache to smash you.

“Richards! Though it pains me to ask aid of an enemy—“ “Of course we’ll help!”

As you wish, Richards. I had hoped that you were my... friend. That at least you would understand me.

Valeria: There was nothing you liked about him? Nothing at all? Doom: He was arrogant. I could see that right away. Rude. Never knew his place. A little, puffed-up peasant. And always with his rowdy, uncouth friend, Grimm. Valeria: We're talking about you and my father.

I thought if Victor was... was 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 I was dead... That he would somehow rise 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 his petty jealousies, his pursuit of 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, to be the man I thought he could be. Like 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 Victor.

Where Doom now goes... He goes alone. Reed.

You're a clever man. Imagine what you could ask of me.

Valeria: My father used to explore the Negative Zone all the time. Doom:I discovered the Negative Zone YEARS before Reed Richards did. Valeria: This again?! We need to focus.

I did my best to convince Namor to bring Reed back to me, but he misunderstood my intentions. Instead, he sought to ensure the demise of Mr. Fantastic.

Doom: Every government trembled before me! Every army awaited my commands! I was unconquerable! Valeria: Until Dad conquered you.

Only you could be hypnotic and condescending at the same time.

You have some 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯, I expect. What is it this time, Reed? A new idea? A fresh take on the very old problem of you and I?

“It's brilliant of Doom, really.” “Well, if you can stop being IMPRESSED for a minute, Reed, maybe--”

“I know what your goals are, Victor.” “Do you?” “Control of the Earth. Recognition of your superior intellect.” “You left out your own complete and utter destruction.” “I was getting to that.”

He recognized the contours of the campus under the changes wrought by the dimensional rift, but the details were lost, like the features of a beloved face lost beneath calloused burn tissue.

While you're loathe to admit it, we're one and the same.

I failed you, Victor. If only there was a way to help you before it was too late.

You're a clever man. Imagine what you could ask of me.

“What are we playing?” Reed asked. “Can't you see?” Doom asked. “Chess, of course. What other game would be worth our time?”

No science. No magic. No powers. No armor. Just the two of us.

Victor. It's been a long time.