Phantasmagoria: Toolie the Time Traveler

Toolie Ingersoll sat on the padded seat he just installed yesterday, staring at the console in front of him.

Toolie Ingersoll sat on the padded seat he just installed yesterday, staring at the console in front of him. Where did he want to go today? He’d never traveled in this machine before. Hell, he’d just put on the finishing touches yesterday.

He thought about the question. In case this didn’t work as planned, or in the event he got stuck back there, maybe he shouldn’t go farther than his own birth. Maybe to his high school days? They hadn’t been all that wonderful, but it was the first idea that came to mind.

After several minutes of consideration, Toolie twisted the dials to set the date. As he remembered it, it was in early May, on the evening of the 23rd. The year was easy, it was his senior year, the night of his high school graduation.

He pushed the big green START button, something he’d removed from a derelict video game.

Nothing seemed to change much. There was just a little wobble that shifted him slightly in his seat, but…