Thread by @bikarls, time traveller karl, a little backstory/theory thread with some angsty feelings in [...]

time traveller karl, a little backstory/theory thread with some angsty feelings in the mix
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#TALESFROMTHESMP @honkkarl
(1/16)

karl had done it. he had gone and broken the one rule he had always put above any other. the one rule he had sworn himself he would always live by. the one rule that would save him from amounts of pain, sadness and heartbreak he knew he would never truly recover from.
(2/16)

he knew the world in ways no one else did. he knew the past, the present and the future in ways people could only hope to know. he knew people, understood them in ways they didn’t understand themselves. (3/16)

it was a blessing and a curse. he hadn’t asked to have this gift, it had been given to him without question or permission from the moment he was born. and he had to live with it, he had had to learn how to deal with it and what he could and couldn’t do. (4/16)

he had had to learn how not to interfere in the present in ways that would affect the future drastically. how not to interfere with the past in ways that would stop the present from happening. (5/16)

it was a dangerous game he was always playing, tiptoeing around situations and people, scared of making the wrong move, touching too much or too little.

those were the rules that had been planted into his brain since he was little and (6/16)

had learned what he was capable off, the rules that came with the gift. the rule that he had broken though, that was one that he had made for himself.

travelling through time meant meeting so many different people, getting to know them and getting attached to them. (7/16)

and it was dangerous because, eventually, he would have to leave or they would have to live, he couldn’t stay around enough time for them to get suspicious that he wasn’t growing old, he could never stay around enough time for the question to appear, (8/16)

for people to doubt and wonder.

so, he had made it his own rule not to get attached. it was what he had to do in order to live with his gift in a way that wouldn’t rip his heart out of his chest when he had to live or when (9/16)

he had to watch something horrible happen to the people he knew without being able to do anything because he can’t touch the present, he can’t touch the past, he has to respect the future.

but he had done it. (10/16)

he had gone and gotten attached to these people. and now he didn’t know what to do.

he knew that he would have to leave soon. there was no way that he could stay around for too long, not when the people (11/16)

closest to him could start asking questions he wouldn’t be able to answer. about the swirls on his chest, the shimmering lights that sometimes seemed to follow him, the piles of books he kept in his house about stories that would make anyone question (12/16)

if they were fiction or not.

but he didn’t want to live. he didn’t want to say goodbye to all the people he had met. he didn’t want to live without seeing them every day, without talking to them, hugging them. he didn’t think he wanted to go back to a reality (13/16)

without these people. a reality where he belonged.

so, he stood and watched, powerless as L’Manburg was once again destroyed. as the people he had grown to know where left injured, defeated, homeless. he watched as the once beautiful land was blown to smithereens. (14/16)

and stood and watched.

because he couldn’t interfere. it was what it was. it had been written from a long time ago that this was supposed to happen. the future would rise from this present and karl could do nothing but let it happen. (15/16)

he stood there, arms around himself, tears in his eyes. he stood there. wanting to help. unable to. (16/16)

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