C!Ranboo was the first time traveler before C!Karl and there was no other half, he was just a full enderman twisted by his time with the otherside and the inbetween I will die in this fucking grave
Stop straying from the path, Karl.
I know more than you do.
I know what is right for you.
These visions should not dictate your opinion on the inbetween. It is safe here.
Warnings: yandere, mention of cheating, memory loss (not from an illness or curse- just from the passage of time)
Billiam hadn’t always been the Billiam everybody knows nowadays. No, back then he went by a very different name yet had a very similar lifestyle to now. Back then he was some child of a wealthy family who lost their fortune. Someone… If you were to ask specifically who he was before, he’d be unable to tell you. He’d long since forgotten his assigned identity in favor of a new one. One that he created to get what he wanted. You.
From the beginning, you two knew each other. Your families were close friends, after all. Close business partners and had been for quite a while. Long before you were born and probably into your parents’ childhoods.
Almost every memory you two had was of the other because you two were with each other so often. From diapers to toddling, you two were in it together. It was a cute sight, overall.
For a while, your families considered an engagement between you two. Many things went into it, but it mostly boiled down to the families knowing each other and a way to strengthen the bond between the families. Talk of said engagement went on for years, before and after you two were born. Yet when they were almost at an agreement, everything went wrong.
Somewhere along the lines, some scandal started between the families. Adultery, that’s what they said it was. During the tender years of childhood, neither of you understood what that meant. It obviously had to do with grown-up stuff since it had “adult” in it, but otherwise you were clueless.
Whatever it was, though, split the two families apart. What were once business partners and family friends were now strangers. It seemed that both sides of the issue detested the other. Besides the children, of course, but they had to play their part in this too.
When Billiam’s family hit hard times, your parents could have cared less. Their stroke of misfortune happened years after the “incident”, and yet the resentment from it still hung heavily on each individual who knew what happened.
The bitter feelings were so strong that they didn’t care to mention the news to little ole you. All you remembered was the good times with Billiam’s family, after all. They knew you were upset about not seeing your friend anymore, but the family’s reputation mattered more than some silly, personal relations. You could go get new friends anyways. Like father’s newest business partner’s child. Aren’t they just swell?
Yet you couldn’t really remember that boy you used to play with. He was there quite frequently. The clearest memory was when you two made a promise to be together forever, a childish optimism you had abandoned in favor of other important attributes. You have matured since then, outgrown those sill childish days. Obviously you have. Time has passed since then and you don't play like that anymore. Yes, you have matured quite a bit since then.
Unlike your case, Billiam never forgot about you. While his life was burning around him, he kept hold of the precious memories. They were his ray of sunshine in the storm.
Each unfortunate incident just pulled you two further and further apart. You never knew it, but he was uncomfortably aware of every tug from fate. Each mistake his father made dragged all who were connected to him down. Billiam was no exception, caught in the crossfire of something he wasn’t involved in.
Sometimes he would question any higher beings about this divine punishment that was being enacted onto him; what had he done in his previous life to deserve this punishment? It was horrendous, tortuous, and unjust.
Life went like this for years, though it felt like a milenia for Billiam. He had to stay strong, resilient. It was what he was raised to be. Nothing could get in his way. All of his goals had to be achieved. No, he would achieve them, for they were something he wanted done.
On top of that, he made a promise. A pinky promise. As childish as it sounds, you never break a pinky promise. That’s just the rules. What man was he to not uphold a promise?
And his promise to you was that he’d marry you. He was going to accomplish that goal, no matter what it took.
He did what he could on his parents’ “modest” budget, which became increasingly more “modest” as time went on. Both he and his father had their eyes on the aristocracy, wanting to get back into the upper circle they were so used to. For different reasons, of course. Well, Billiam couldn’t be so sure about that. But he knew his end game well and his father’s didn’t seem to align similarly enough. What a pity.
Clear nights were always guaranteed to leave Billiam hopeful. When a night like that happened, he’d wish upon a star. He would wish to have whatever it took to get back to you. Though it was mostly him wishing to specifically have you back with him. It didn’t matter to him how poor you two were… well it did, actually. Providing you with anything below extravagant would be a crime.
Soon Billiam became tired of the imminent destruction his father was leading the family to. One night, in his early teens, he decided that enough was enough. He was already poor, how much worse can it get? So with no final farewell to his mother and father, he left into the night.
