He jolted up from the bed, gasping for air as the memories from the future flooded his mind. He clutched his head, attempting to make sense of the sudden onslaught of images and events that had flashed through his brain.
"What's happening...?" disoriented, gathering my bearing or atleast tried too.
but the migraine on my head steadily increased.
He tried to stand up on shaky legs, but his body felt weak, and his limbs were unresponsive. Groaning in frustration, he slumped back onto the ground, massaging his temples.
As he sat there, memories from both his current present and his future self began to intertwine in his mind. The realization that he had memories of the future - memories of being the Overseer of Schicksal, saving his childhood friend, and living through the events of the game and future life- was overwhelming.
Clutching his head in both hands, Otto struggled to make sense of it all. How could this be possible? Was this all some kind of dream, or were these memories real?
As Otto's mind raced with questions and confusion, the migraine in his head continued to worsen. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block out the flood of images, memories, and sensations that were overwhelming his senses.
Eventually, unable to cope with the pain and the overwhelming onslaught of information, Otto succumbed to the darkness, succumbing to unconsciousness once more.
{ 8 hours later }
I found myself in a daze, unsure of where I was or how I got here.
"Where am I...?" I groaned, my head still pounding from the previous day's events.
As my vision adjusted, I realized I was in a room. The unfamiliar surroundings only added to my confusion. Trying to move, I realized that my body felt weak - as if the memories from the future had taken a physical toll on me.
"This is weird..." I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples in an attempt to soothe the relentless headache.
As I took a moment to gather my bearings, the memory of yesterday's events flooded my mind. The sudden onslaught of memories from the future, the overwhelming sensations, the pain - it all seemed surreal.
"What the hell is going on..." I muttered, frustrated and confused.
I tried to stand up, but my legs were shaky and unstable. I stumbled back onto the bed, winching in pain as my headache intensified.
"I need to figure out where I am and how I got here."
I sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself.
"Alright, Otto, think..." I muttered to myself, closing my eyes as I tried to sort through the chaos of my thoughts.
The memories from the future were so vivid and detailed, it was like I had lived through them myself. But how was it possible? Was all of it really just a dream?
I rubbed my temples again, massaging them in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing headache.
Frustration began to build within me as my mind remained foggy and disoriented. I had so many questions, but no answers.
"This doesn't make any sense," I grumbled, running my hands through my hair in frustration.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I needed to focus, to find a way out of this situation.
As I sat there, a sudden realization hit me like a thunderbolt.
"Wait a minute..." I muttered, my eyes widening as a thought struck me.
Could it be possible that I had somehow traveled back in time? It seemed like something out of a science fiction novel, but considering the events of the past day, nothing seemed impossible anymore.
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Nope, I was definitely awake.
The more I thought about it, the more things clicked into place. The memories from the future, the headache I was having, the fact that I seemed to be in the past - everything pointed towards one conclusion.
"I traveled back in time," I said aloud, the words feeling both surreal and terrifying.
I couldn't wrap my head around the complexity of the situation. The memories I had from the future felt real, but what about the other memories I had? The memories of another man and another world, where everything was just a game.
I massaged my temples again, trying to make sense of the conflicting information swirling in my head.
"This is maddening..." I muttered, feeling more baffled and confused than ever.
The sheer magnitude of the situation weighed heavily on my mind. The questions just kept piling up, each one more perplexing than the last.
I leaned back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling in a state of utter bewilderment. How had I ended up here? What was the purpose of my travel back in time? Was there even a purpose?
I let out a sigh, feeling more lost than ever.
My mind wandered back to the last words I had spoken to Kallen before everything had happened. I still couldn't shake the feeling that I had been selfish and careless.
A laugh escaped my lips as I thought about the absurdity of the situation. To think that I had once been a normal person, leading a mundane life.
The contrast between my two different lives hit me hard. The future self I had seen was cold, calculating, and obsessed with a single goal, while the other was just ordinary, leading a life of drudgery and monotony.
I ran my hand through my hair, feeling an overwhelming sense of melancholy.
What was the point of it all? To be a cold-hearted villain or a lowly factory worker? Neither life seemed satisfactory.
I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of my thoughts bearing down on me.
Suddenly, a knock at the door interrupted my musings.
" yes? "
The door creaked slowly open as a maid entered the room, her gaze filled with concern.
"Young master, are you feeling any better?"
I could sense the worry in her voice as she approached my bed.
"Eh, just a headache," I replied, rubbing my temples for emphasis. "It'll pass."
The maid nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Very well. Do you need anything? Some water, perhaps?"
"Water would be nice," I said, still massaging my temples.
The maid nodded again and quickly left the room, returning within moments with a glass of water. She handed it to me, her gaze lingering on me with concern.
I took the glass, sipping the water gratefully. The cool liquid felt soothing on my throat, helping to ease my headache.
The maid hovered nearby, clearly hesitant to leave me alone in my current state.
"I'm all right," I said, noticing her hesitation. "You can go now."
The maid nodded reluctantly and left the room, closing the door behind her. I was left alone once more with my thoughts and emotions swirling around in my head.
"Wait before you leave, can i ask you something?"
The maid paused and turned back to me. "Of course, young master. What do you want to ask?"
The maid looked slightly taken aback by the sudden question, but answered nonetheless.
"It is the year 1464, the month of June, and the day is the 11th," she replied.
The maid nodded and quietly left the room, closing the door behind her. I sat there in silence for a moment, taking in the information.
1464, June 11th.
That meant I was currently 12 years old.
I closed my eyes, trying to organize my thoughts. This was all too much to take in. Time travel, memories from the future, present and past, and the realization that I was living in a world that was both familiar and foreign to me.
The headache flared up again, a throbbing reminder of the chaotic state of my mind. I groaned, massaging my temples again.
"This is insane..." I muttered, frustration and confusion lacing my voice.
Despite my exhaustion, I knew I couldn't just lie here and wallow in confusion. I needed to find some way to make sense of this situation.
With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up from the bed, wincing slightly as the movement aggravated my headache.
I took several deep breaths, trying to steady myself. My legs felt weak and unstable, but I pushed through the feeling. I needed to move, to do something.
I stumbled towards the window, peering out at the unfamiliar surroundings outside.
The scenery outside was alien to me, but oddly familiar at the same time. It was like I was seeing everything through a hazy lens, memories from the future blending together with the present.
I pressed my palm against the cool glass, trying to ground myself in the moment.
The headache was still pounding relentlessly, and the memories swirling in my mind only added to my disorientation.
I closed my eyes again, taking several deep breaths in an attempt to center myself.
"Focus," I muttered to myself, "I need to focus."
It was difficult to concentrate, with the memories from the future clamoring for my attention and the headache still pulsating behind my eyes.
I leaned my forehead against the glass, the cool surface providing a small measure of relief.
I tried to sort through the memories, to make sense of the barrage of information assaulting my mind. But everything was muddled, overlapping and confusing.
The headache flared again, and I gritted my teeth in frustration.
"Damnit..." I cursed under my breath, clutching the side of my head in an attempt to ease the pain.
I needed to calm down, to find some semblance of control over my thoughts. But it felt impossible.
I pushed away from the window, stumbling back towards the bed. I slumped onto the edge of the mattress, my head drooping towards the floor.
The headache, the memories, the confusion - it was all too much. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of chaos.
I closed my eyes again, gripping the bedsheets tightly in frustration. "Get a grip," I muttered to myself, "Get it together, Otto. You've been through worse."
But it felt like that wasn't true. This situation was beyond anything I'd ever experienced. I had memories from the future, from another life, and I was suddenly thrust back into the past.
It was insane, impossible, and yet... here I was.
"Well, that's a problem for future me to deal with," I muttered to myself, staring up at the ceiling.
The words sounded hollow, even to my own ears. But there was a certain comfort in pretending that this was a minor inconvenience, rather than the monumental mindfuck it truly was.
I chuckled softly, a small bitter smile on my lips.
"Future me has always been so damn good at handling problems," I muttered. "I'm sure he'll figure it out."
It was a ridiculous thought, but somehow, it felt strangely reassuring.
It was a childish way to think, to shove all the problems onto my future self and hope he'll handle it. But in this moment, it felt easier than trying to cope with it all myself.
I closed my eyes, letting out a long sigh.
I knew that this was just a temporary escape, a way to shove my problems aside and procrastinate for a bit.
Future me would eventually have to face the chaos swirling in my mind, but for now.... for now, I could just lay here and pretend like everything was fine.
I took a deep breath, letting my thoughts drift away.
Just for a moment, I could forget about the future and the past. I could just focus on the present, on the quiet of the room and the steady ticking of the wall clock.