Karl sat outside after his breakfast, slumped against a wall. His muscly physique made it hard to get comfortable, but for Karl, he always found a way. He gazed upon the populous street yet again, staring at the people on their way to their various destinations. He wished these people could have better lives than being the sheep of his awful government. Prussia has always been the economic laughing stock to other countries, and the citizens knew it. He could see the faces on these people, shrunken and distraught. sadness emanated from under their eyebrows and Karl felt it with every passing glance. He wished he could do something, but he was just a man… a very strong and muscled man. One man caught his eye, he looked out of place on the street even though he was in general attire. He was very white, portly, and looked rather worried. A portly man was not a usual sight in Trier, people couldn’t afford to become obese. Karl had to give this man multiple glances to understand what he was seeing, and still couldn’t make sense of any of it. He rose from his half-hearted slump on that concrete wall and started subtly following the man. Well, he tried his best to be subtle, but he kept shoving the elderly and other generic civilians out of the way. He couldn’t help it, being the meaty slab he was. The portly man scurried along the street, but he wasn’t aware of his follower.
It was at this moment that Karl noticed a glimmer of metal on the man’s outfit. Nothing like brass pins to hold regular clothes together like in Trier, but something like a tight fitted under suit. He had never seen an outfit of the variety, so he had no way to describe it. He suddenly knew this man was not from Trier, or even Prussia for that matter. Karl tailed the man steadily, taking his path with detail. The portly man turned and walked into a nearby alley, with Karl further behind. Karl inspected the alley, nothing was amiss other than the odd footsteps in the muddy path. This man’s shoe tread was highly unusual, and very detailed. Karl turned down the alley and saw the man standing there, fiddling with his watch. To his surprise, the watch started glowing and vibrating on the man’s wrist. Karl advanced towards the man, and the man turned to face him. He seemed quite worried and alarmed that the massive 6’10” Karl Marx followed him down a suspicious alley.
“Give me your watch, fat man.”
“W-What?” The unknown man responded
“I said give it to me.” Karl grabbed the man’s arm and inspected the front of the watch. It was hard to describe, the face of the watch glowed, and it seemed to be moving from the inside, like the watch was animated in cartoon fashion. Suddenly, the vibration picked up speed and strength.
“Let go! Fiend!” The portly man tried to pull his arm away, but Karl’s grip strength was immense.
“Or what?”
“Or-“ Karl’s vision flashed and sparkled. He felt like he was… floating? He was floating 3 feet off the ground, with the man’s arm in hand. The world was spinning in Karl’s eyes. Then… Everything was dark. Karl felt the abyss of black wash over him, curious as to the nature of his location. He’d never experienced this in any dream or nightmare. He felt the repercussions of his actions. Maybe this black abyss was his fate, and he accepted it. He knew this abyss was horrifyingly silent, and he was nothing but bored. It was just him and his muscly self, he didn’t see the portly man anywhere. Karl pondered his predicament, but there was nothing he could do in that moment. It was just him, and his mind.
To be continued.
