Backwards Traveller

Lennon in the Field with Walruses

These time traveling chapters are my excuse to make as many references as possible. Stay tuned for the game I made out of it! This took literally forever to write so I hope you guys like it. Peace and love 😘

"Oh no, this is all my fault..."

George raised an eyebrow. "Your fault? John was the one who activated it!"

Paul sighed. "Yeah, but when we were all in there, I messed around with a device that took you to a certain place and a certain time at a certain year. It looked like a children's toy to me. I didn't know it would end like this! Poor Johnny, who knows where he is now."

I frowned. It hurts to see Paul in pain. "Hey, it'll be alright..."

Ringo tugged on my sleeve. "Is he ok?"

"Maybe. It depends on where Paul sent him. Do you remember?"

"Not really."

"So John is just gone forever?" George asked.

"Not necessarily-"

"Wait! I do remember. I turned it back to its original state before you kicked us out."

"Oh dear..."

Ringo's grip got tighter. "What does that mean?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. He could be literally anywhere in the world."

George froze. "A Lennon in the wild; there's no way this can end well..."

John's POV

Ugh, my head...

Maybe time traveling wasn't such a good idea. Maybe I should've listened to Y/N.

Ah, what am I saying? I'm John Lennon! I'm the king! I time traveled, and I'm going to discover this--um...wonderland?

It was odd, yet magical at the same time, almost like a dream. I mean, I did always consider myself a dreamer; now I see I'm not the only one. Ah, bowakawa, pousse pousse.

I'll explain these weird sights:

There were strawberries in some trees. There were some protesters screaming for a revolution, with words like "all you need is love", "give peace a chance", and "power to the people". There were some walruses roaming the town. People were rolling wheels all around.

I can't help but feel mesmerized by this strange world. Nothing is going to change it. The wind is high, and it blows my mind.

Nevertheless, these high winds caused a newspaper to hit me in the face.

"A lucky man blew his mind out in a car? Huh. Ok then."

After the essence of the illusionary visions faded away in my mind, I decided that it was time to leave.

But where's the time machine?!

Don't tell me it's gone.

Great. I'm trapped in here. Am I just nowhere man that'll walk in this unfamiliar place for the rest of my life?