Cecil scoffed as he stared at the machine in front of him.. This was supposed to send people back in time? Bullshit. Cecil stared at the device the lab cooked up with a raised eyebrow, it didn’t fill a room, didn’t even look as if it could shock someone.. It LOOKED like it was made of cheap aluminum and some steel, even if it was sleek compared to normal people’s standards.? Cecil knew a bad job when he saw one.

“Can someone tell me who the fuck let this piece of garbage graze my eyes without consulting me? Christ almighty it looks like a bunch of four year olds put it together-!”

Cecil was PISSED. He’d been siphoning money into this project for years now and THIS is what they gave him.?

“Well sir about that- these were the only materials that’d uhm.. work..”

A young lady spoke, Cecil staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

”We’re seeing the same thing right.? You think this works.? You’re sure this isn’t some mistake-? That you guys pulled the wrong machine out?”

He asked, stepping towards the center platform with crossed arms, once he found out who the hell let THIS machine waste resources for so long it was off to Guantanamo-

“Sir wait don’t step that way-!!”

The woman said frantically, Cecil looking over at her with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow as he walked..

”Why the hell no-“

Cecil was cut off as he felt.. lighter.. and disoriented above all else, looking around with confusion lacing his features.. Why was he in the GDA prison facility?? He suddenly stiffened when he felt handcuffs around him and saw two oh-so familiar faces behind him, pushing him forward.. No.. Cecil quickly looked down to his hands, staring as the normally wrinkled pair looked much younger, before he glanced into one of the passing cell windows while he walked, his face turning pale as he realized where he was.. Or rather WHEN he was.

That machine. That horrible looking machine actually worked. And somehow he ended up HERE. Cecil was panicking internally, how was he going to get back?! Could he convince the now current director that he had the wrong man?? Did he have to RELIVE the last forty years?!

His thoughts were cut off as he was suddenly shoved into a cell, looking around for his cellmate looking downright bewildered as the guards spoke the same phrase they did all those years back..

“Good luck, his last cellmate was left in a bucket.”

The woman chuckled before walking away, Cecil looking on the top bunk to see someone completely different than the large blue man he remembered before.. Shit.. that was his best pawn.. GONE.? Who was this?! This wasn’t the same man-!! The machine must’ve had something wrong with it.. What the hell was going on?!

Cecil quietly stared at the person, coughing slightly before trying to speak, he couldn’t.. he was FREAKING OUT. He didn’t expect that machine to work for Christs sake.. He was starting to hyperventilate as the guards took off his cuffs and shoved him into the cell, walking off after closing the door, Cecil caught himself against the wall, breathing heavily.

”This can’t be happening- no no this CAN’T be happening-“