โ แดกสแดษด สษชาแด ษขษชแด แดs สแดแด แด แด แดสแดสแดแดษด, ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐.โ โ
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โ โDestroy the time machine.โ Destroy ๐๐ฉ? โ
โ ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, well.. Itโs a ๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ, ๐ฟ๐ค๐. โ
(๐ฐ๐๐๐๐) ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐๐
๐ฅ๐ฒ .
โก&โป?
His Adamโs apple bobbed, as he nervously swallowed.
Marty was acutely aware of the fact he had /nothing/ to hand over, besides the time machine itself. He wasnโt the inventor, nor did his friend explain in detail what took him thirty years to bring into fruition.
โ-
โ- At the time, Marty was just a high school student; he wasnโt the scientist. He had / has a rudimentary understanding of its design, but anything more specific was left only within Docโs mind.
And /if/ there was any sort of physical blue printโฆ It wouldnโt have been โ-
Who sent an anonymous message to Marty, telling him he is this song?
โฆ Youโre not /wrong/. Sadly. open.spotify.com/track/2mYMAโฆ
โWhat?โ
He was genuinely momentarily confused.
โN-no. George is my father. /Iโm/ Marty. And I donโtโ!โ
Wait, pause.
It was in that moment he realized the man spoke of information his lips did not yet utter.
If he was /indeed/ telepathic, he threw all thoughts of โ-
โ- Doc - his best friend, and inventor of the time machine - away, playing along with the script, as long as it meant attention was being diverted away from the true brains of time traveling.
โ$2,750, and Iโll /maybe/ think about telling you how the time machine operates. โ-
He didnโt know he was being cornered, until his back his the chests of two men.
Spinning around, he saw, it would be quite tricky in escaping.
He returned a glare (with a hint of humor) to the man that reminded him of his father.
โโฆ Even /if/ I told you where itโs at, โ-
โ- youโll have went through all of this trouble for something not worth much more than junkyard scrap.
Itโs immobile. Disabled. Wrecked. /It wonโt work./โ
Everything he spoke, was the honest truth. Five years ago, Marty had an unfortunate accident with the time machine, โ-
โโKill me?โ โPlay with time?โโ
He took two steps back, eyes widening at first, before he forced himself to look innocent.
โI have no clue what you mean by โplaying with timeโ, and Iโve saw /nothing/ here thatโs deserving of my death, so, Iโllโฆ justโฆ be leavingโฆโ
โ-
He shook his head as he spent a moment recapping his memories.
He remembered pulling a young girl, head down as she was only focused on the phone in her hand, from stepping into traffic, while he was on his way to deliver some flowers to one of his friends in hospice.
โ-
โI know what year it is, sir.โ
As a time traveler stuck without an operational time machine, he was well aware of the present year, and how naturally, he should be 53 years old, not 24.
โWait, what HQ?โ
He looked behind the manโฆ and realized he /just/ wasnโt very โ-
// I hadnโt seen AG, but Iโll put it on my to-watch list!
And honestly, itโs really really hard for me to find him hot, because as a BTTF stan first and foremost, making my brain find Crispin hot is like trying to make my brain find my dad hot; it refuses to.
โ-
โOh.โ
If Marty wasnโt 100% sure of the hows and whenโs of his last 12-24 hours, he wouldโve sworn he was highโฆ but he knew he wasnโt.
โYou just look like, somebody I know.โ
Like his father, for instance.
His next question confused him.
โI dunno about โMidgardianโ, but โ-