This is entirely different to anything else I’ve ever done and I’m not entirely sure why 8D

This is The Man With Blood On His Hands, an unfortunate dimensional hopper who is fated to bring about the collapse of any universe in which he currently resides, regardless of his actions.  He could be a particle physicist or a cashier, a musician or a drug dealer, but it doesn’t matter.  He invariably causes some sequence of events that leads to the eventual destruction of everything around him.

It could take millions of years, or twelve seconds, but it will be his fault.  And he would not have meant it.  He constantly suffers from hallucinations of the blood of all the innocent people upon whom he’s inadvertently brought death.

He is totally incapable of dying, and has spent incomprehensible amounts of time drifting alone through the wreckage of slowly shrinking universes.  He only jumps to the next once the current one has collapsed entirely.

His time is dedicated entirely to trying to halt the phenomenon and stop the cycle.  He neither sleeps nor eats, just experiments and studies.  So far, all attempts to either stop what he has put in motion or anchor himself to a single reality have failed.

He has become accustomed to the hallucinations, but does not handle them well, often breaking into rants and monologues about what he’s seeing.  He also believes them to be a punishment, and wishes it were far more severe to account for the amount of destruction he’s sowed.

“To say I have their blood on my hands is actually an understatement.  I am steeped in it from head to toe, it goes down my throat and fills my lungs.  I have their hair beneath my nails and I spit out their teeth.  And even so, I only wish my penance were greater.”