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sherman felt the bang on the back of his truck. what in tarnation?

he turned his head around to see a young boy on a skateboard, hitching a ride on his truck.

“this generation..” he muttered under his breath, and turned his head once again as the boy rode off to somewhere.

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Marty had been stuck in the 50’s for about 5 days now, and he was getting tired of it.

“Morning, Doc,” he called as he walked into the kitchen of the mansion. The TV was on, playing howdy doodie or something like that. Marty groaned. He just wanted his MTV, or even something that wasn’t from the 50’s, but that might be kind of hard, considering neither of those things existed yet.

“What’s the game plan today, doc?” Marty asked as the man walked in to the kitchen, cup of coffee in hand.

“I’m working on the Time Machine, and you need to go get your mother to not be infatuated with you.”

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Marty woke up on June 12th, 1986, knowing he was a full adult now.

He had only had one birthday with his new family, and boy, they went all out. He was sort of nervous, because he wasn’t used to being spoiled like this at all. He was so used to getting one or two little things, and then heading to docs for the rest of the day, and maybe getting cake.

But when he went downstairs, there was at least 4 presents, and two of them were huge. It was already 10:00, so his family was waiting for him.

“Happy birthday!!” They all cheered. Marty scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Thanks, guys,” he mumbled.

“Come on, open your presents already,” Linda whined, clearly impatient.

Marty opened all the presents, and just sat there in awe. He had gotten a new guitar, at least 200 dollars in cash, a pack of beer (he thanked dave for that one), and a camcorder.

“Woah, guys, thank you so much,” Marty smiled.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Sorry I’m late,” called a familiar voice.

“Doc?” Marty ran over to hug his friend.

“Happy birthday, Marty!”

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Doc and Clara decided to take Marty, Jules, Verne, and Einstein to the beach for the first day of summer. The sun was shining down on the sand, making it warm, and the water perfect for swimming.

“What a lovely day,” smiled Clara, as she put sunscreen on her two kids.

“Sure is,” smiled Marty, taking off his shirt and flip flops.

Doc, in his signature Hawaiian shirt, was wrestling with Einstein to get him to stop running away.

“Now, who’s ready to swim?” Doc called, after he handed eine to Clara. Clara was not the type to swim.

“But Father,” Jules whined, “won’t there be Selachimorpha in the water?”

“You mean sharks?” Doc chuckled. “No, there won’t be any sharks.”

“I’m not going in if there’s sharks!” Verne squealed.

“There’s no sharks, either of you!” Marty laughed.

“Okay, fine!” Verne pouted. “But if I get bit, it’s all your fault!” He pointed a finger at his father, who was now taking his shirt off.

“Ew, doc, you really gotta shave your chest,” Marty grimaced, looking at Doc's hairy chest.

“I think it’s quite manly,” Doc sounded offended.

“I was just joking, doc. Come one, let’s swim!”

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Hey, George,” Lorraine smiled warmly. “Watcha working on?”

“Oh, you know, my book,” George smiled sheepishly, gesturing at his typewriter.

“You’ve never told me what it’s about, you know,” Lorraine poked him.

“Oh, it’s about this alien, coming from space, and helping two young adults start dating, and realize their feelings for each other.”

“Like Calvin did?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” George chuckled, not wanting to admit he still kind of thought Calvin was an alien. “The power of love, and all.”

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George was never good at confrontation, but when Marty came back one night, acting all confused like he’d never lived here before, and in the exact same outfit Calvin Klein had worn, he knew he had to talk to him.

He didn’t know why he hadn't pieced it together sooner! Marty or Calvin, or whatever, had called him dad a little too many times. He played a song that didn’t release for another 3 years at the school dance, and then disappeared! Marty also came back in a cowboy outfit the same day. He must be a time traveller.

“Hey, Marty,” George leaned in his son's door. “Can I come in and talk to you?”

Marty looked confused. “Uhm, sure, of course.”

George sat down on Marty’s bed, and cleared his throat. “How do I put this Marty? Do you have anything you’d like to tell me?”

Marty looked really nervous now. “Uhm, no?” He asked, like he was really confused what George was on about. “I don’t think so?”

“Listen, I’ll just tell you what I think, and you have to to promise to tell the the truth.”

Marty nodded.

“Okay Marty. Calvin, should I say? Was that you? Are you like an alien that replaced my son? Or a time traveller??”

Marty gulped, looking really nervous. “Yeah, that was me dad. I’m not an alien, I swear! It’s a Time Machine.”

“For real?” George’s eyes were wide.

“Yeah. Doc made it, and we went to twin pines mall to test it, on October 26th-”

“Twin pines mall?”

“Just listen to my story!” Marty snapped. “Sorry. Anyway,”

George listened as Marty told him everything that happened. When Marty finished, he was near tears.

“I’m so sorry Marty,” George put a hand on his shoulder.

“No, don’t be! It just feels really good to be able to talk to someone about this, that isnt doc or Jennifer,” he smiled.

“I love you Marty. You can talk to me whenever.”

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“I like your pin, Marty,” doc smiled.

“Huh?”

“The pin on your jacket? Art in revolution?”

“Oh, yeah.” Marty smiled sheepishly.

“didnt know you liked art history,” doc added, after about a minute of silence

“Oh, I just thought it looked cool,” Marty smiled.

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As Doc heard the gunshot, his life started to flash before his eyes.

The years and years of his father discouraging him, and belittling him, forcing him to work in law.

And then the years he poured into project manhattan, and the way his knees had crumpled under him when he heard the news on August 6th. The way he wanted to die more than anything, and the way he felt like he had killed all those people.

And then, on November 12th, 1955, when he slipped, nearly killing himself, and imagined the flux capacitor. The 30 years of his life had lead up to this moment.

When he met Marty, after the boy broke into his garage, and hired him. They had so many amazing and wonderful moments together, over the 3 years Marty knew him. He loved that boy more than anything. That snapped him out of it.

“Marty! Run! Save yourself! But don’t drive 88-” his cries were cut off as the bullet was fired at him. He fell to the floor. All because he had given them some spare pin ball machine parts.

His last moments were spent wishing he could change his fate. He should have never invented that Time Machine.

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The flight to Canada had been one filled with bickering. It started when Dave and Marty had to fight for the window seat. Marty inevitably won, with Dave sulking in the middle, next to George.

Then, Linda got mad at mom for making her sit next to a stranger, even though she had suggested it in the first place, “in case it was a cute boy.” (The person in the seat had ended up being an old lady.)

When they finally arrived, their luggage didn't come, which caused Marty to cry, as most of his toys had been put on the checked baggage.

George tried to make peace, by playing some corny sing along songs in the car, on their drive to Banff, but George’s bad singing made five year old Marty cry even more.

When they finally arrived at the hotel, everyone (just the kids) was so excited about the pool that they forced George and Lorraine to take them. When they got there, Dave and Linda were so annoyed that one of their dads fans had recognized him, and was now talking to him, that they splashed the fan. That got a good scolding from George.

“Let’s hope tomorrow goes better,” Lorraine signed, as she took the very grumpy kids back to the hotel room.

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Jennifer opened her window slowly, not to wake up her parents. She really hoped the security cameras weren't working.

She crawled down, and ran down the street as quickly as she could, to get to leeches house.

She tapped on his window, and he opened it. God, this was so much more fun than dating that square, Martin mcfly. Leech grabbed her, and they fell on his bed, and cuddled until dawn.

“I gotta go, Leech,” Jen sighed, grabbing the window, and kissing him goodbye. “Love you!” She called, jumping out the window again.

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“Doc, what are the odds of me running into my relatives every single time why time travel?” Marty groaned. They had gone to Ireland to see if leprechauns were real, (they weren’t.) with the deloreans new location circuits, and they had somehow run into Marty’s great, great, great, great grandparents.

“One in a googleplex,” Doc joked.

“Actually?!”

“No!”

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There was a faint knock on her bedroom window. What the hell? Lorraine got up from her bed, and looked out. There was George, standing at the bottom, throwing rocks.

Lorraine smiled, and rushed downstairs to sneak out.

This was a thing that happened often, nearly monthly. Sometimes, George would leave notes for her, in the window. Once, she asked him how he got them up there.

“Before Calvin came, I used to be a big creep,” he admitted. “I figured out if I climbed up to the tree with binoculars, and looked in, sometimes you’d change. That’s how I fell, and then Calvin pushed me out of the way of your dads car!”

“Ew, George! You were seriously looking in on me?”

George laughed. It was that cute laugh Lorraine loved.

“Sorry about that,” George smiled sheepishly.

“I mean, it’s my fault for not closing the window,” Lorraine blushed.

“I love you,” George whispered.

“I love you too.”

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Marty sat next to doc and Clara at the dinner table. He had an empty bottle next to him, and out of bordem, he spun it. It landed on Clara.

Doc stood up out of his chair, and kissed Clara.

“Doc, what the hell was that?!”

Clara nearly spat out her food laughing.

“You spun the bottle, and it landed on Clara! I was just playing the game,” doc smiled.

Marty’s face grew redder and he buried his head in his arms. “Gross, doc,” he mumbled.

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“You are a lucky man, biff tannen!” Lorraine yelled across the room. “I would have left you years ago if you weren’t so good at- at manipulating me!”

Biff just scowled, his grip tightening on Marty’s arm. “You’d never leave me Lorraine!”

“I would biff! I would, if it wasn’t for the kids!”

Biff grabbed Marty’s other arm and, as Marty began to scream, shoved him on the floor, causing him to hit his head hard. Marty began to sob, and biff laughed.

“You monster!” Lorraine yelled, picking up Marty and taking him to his room.

“Shhh. Your fathers very angry, you have to calm down,” Lorraine whispered, as she stroked Marty’s back.

“I’m sorry mommy, I shouldn’t have drank juice on the furniture,” Marty managed through sobs.

“No, honey, it’s not your fault. Most daddy’s never hurt their kids. George would have never hurt you,” she sighed.

“oh.”

“I love you, Marty. Let’s not drink juice from now on, okay?”

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“Doc, where are you driving me?” Marty groaned from the passenger seat.

“The hair salon!”

“Why in the hell are you going to the hair salon doc?”

“I’m getting a perm, like you suggested,” doc grinned.

“DOC! I was joking!”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine, it might actually look good on you,” Marty lied as they pulled into the parking lot. They both got out, and stepped into the salon.

“Oh! Doctor Brown." The lady behind the counter faked a smile. “What can I do for you today?”

“Can I get a perm?”

The lady laughed. “Like you have the money to pay for that,” she replied.

“Uhm, I’m pretty sure he can pay for a haircut.” Marty put in.

“Well, I have the right to refuse service. Goodbye, old cook,” she chuckled.

“Well, that didn't go well,” Marty mumbled.

Doc didn’t say anything. He just kept driving.

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George had roped Marty into coming along to a thing called “Comic Con” to promote his book. Honestly, Marty had no idea what it would be like, but he hadn't seen his dad happier (to be fair, the version of his father he knew was miserable, but that was besides the point.)

“Look at all the people dressed up as Star Trek characters!” George grinned. There hadn't been a big line at his stand all day, so he was very happy when people would come to buy a book or get it signed.

George, in his geek ways, was dressed as some character from science fiction theatre, all though you couldn’t really tell, as it was just a checkered suit.

Marty had decided to not dress up, and he kind of just sat at his dads stall all day, taking in the environment.

“Hey dad,” Marty poked his father.

“What’s up?” George asked

“I’m going to get something to eat, I’ll back in like twenty minutes,” Marty said as he scurried off to find a corn dog.

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Marty’s 16th birthday was definitely something. Biff had, obviously, forgotten or ignored it if Lorraine had told him. His mom was definitely hungover when he woke up, so he just made breakfast for himself, and went back to his room to avoid biff. Marty didnt have any friends. The only one he ever got close to having was that kind old man at Burger King. He was in an insane asylum now, thanks to biff.

Marty wanted to play his guitar so badly, but he had gotten in a fight with biff a week prior and biff broke it. Marty sighed, and waited for his mom to wake up.

11:00. How was it 11:00 and his mom wansnt up yet?

He opened her door. She was up, she was just in her room, hiding from biff. That was such a sad thought, that both of them would probably spend most of their days here hiding from biff. “Hi, mom,” Marty said slowly.

“Oh, hello, Marty,” she mumbled.

“So you forgot,” Marty whispered.

“Forgot what honey?” His mother asked.

“It’s my birthday.”

“Happy birthday, Marty,” she said quickly, after realizing she forgot. “Why don’t you take the car out for a spin, now that your old enough?”

“Mom, I’ve been old enough for 4 years,” Marty whispered softly.

“Back before biff. 16 was the driving age,” his mother corrected herself.

“Oh.”

“Go drive down to the grocery store, and get yourself a cake.”

Marty nodded. Maybe, he would stop at the insane asylum. He hadn’t seen the doctor in 8 years.

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“Hey, doc,” marty called, stepping into the garage.

“Oh my god Marty, your bleeding!”

“Am I?” Marty asked, delirious.

“Yes! It’s everywhere! What happened?”

“I got in a fight with needles,” Marty mumbled. “And he shoved me to the floor,”

“Great Scott,” doc muttred, grabbing bandages and a wet cloth, beginning to clean Marty up.

“Did you hit your head?” Doc asked. Stupid question, as Marty’s nose was bleeding.

“Yeah, I think so,” Marty sniffled as Doc cleaned the wound. "Doc, that really hurts,”

“It’s okay, Marty. I’m here for you.”

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“What do you mean you're my distant relative? Who the hell are you, old man?” Biff snapped

“You’ll find out in 60 years!” Said older biff.

“What do you mean-” when biff looked back, the old man was gone.

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“Hey, grandma?”

“What?”

“Did we have any distant relatives? Maybe on grandpas side?”

“I don’t have a fucking clue what you're talking about, biff!”

“Sorry,” Biff mumbled, retreating to his room.

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“It’s so hot out,” junior whine.

“That’s what happens in Mcfly July,” Marty joked.

“What?”

“Mcfly July? I was just making a joke,”

“What does that even mean though? Why would we have a whole month dedicated to ourselves?” Marlene chimed in

“I heard some of my fans calling it that, on the social medias,”

“The social medias? God dad, your so cringe,” Junior giggled.

“And since when did you have fans?” Marlene teased.

“I have over 3 million listens on iTunes!” Marty shot back.

“thats fair, actually. I’m going in the pool,” junior said, standing up from the sofa.

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“We did it!” Marty smiled, hugging Jennifer. The pair were still in their graduation caps, and they smiled as they walked out of the building.

“We did,” Jennifer agreed, planting a kiss on Marty’s cheek. Marty kind of stumbled back, a little taken aback.

“Do you not like my kisses?” Jennifer asked, with mock offence.

“No, sorry,” Marty stumbled out quickly. “I think my mom kissing me in 1955 has really messed me up,” he said awkwardly.

“That’s okay, Marty,” Jennifer hugged him. “What are you thinking for college?”

“Probably just hill valley community college?” Marty asked himself, in a way. “I don’t know if I can get anywhere else, and definitely not Stanford like you.”

“Hey, community college isnt that bad. Wherever your going is alright with me,” Jennifer smiled, and they got into Marty’s truck.

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George knocked on Marty’s door, slowly. “Marty?”

“What’s up, dad?” Marty asked. Good, Marty hadn't snuck out again.

“Dave and Linda are watching TV, do you want to join us?”

There was the sound of shuffling of covers, and Marty came to the door. “What are we watching?”

“I’m not sure, some tv marathon I think,” George rubbed his neck. Why did he always do that?

“Oh, okay,” Marty mumbled, and joined them in the living room, sitting down on the worn couch.

It had been Faulty Towers, which his dad claimed was a classic, but Marty wasn’t fully convinced. It was a funny show, but it was more fun watching it with his siblings, because they would start play fighting about every ten minutes.

“Cut it out!” Marty said, through giggles, as Dave pulled him into a headlock.

“Now boys,” George began, before Dave stared at him, and George quickly went back to watching the show.

About halfway through the third episode, the front door opened. Marty knew his mother was home, in bed, probably drunk, so the only person who this could be was-

“Biff, Hello,” George mustered up. The tv was quickly forgotten- whatever happened here would be much more entertaining.

“George, I thought I told you to get better beer,” biff scowled, as he rummaged through their fridge.

“I’m sorry biff, we just don’t have money like that,” George stammered. “If you would just give me a raise-”

“I’ll give you a raise when you can get your reports in on time!” Biff shot back.

“Now Biff, I do get my reports in on time,” George mumbled.

“You get your reports done on time! I haven’t got mine in on time in a week-”

Marty gave up listening, and headed to his room. So much for family bonding time.

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“Dad.” Marty said, poking at his father.

“Marty, I told you, I’m busy working,” George mumbled, as he scribbled down something on his stack on paper.

“But I need help with my homework,” Marty whined.

“Can’t your mother help you?” George asked

“She won’t let me talk to her, and when I tried, she yelled at me,” Marty said, frowning.

“Okay, but only for five minutes,” George sighed, looking up from his work, and grabbing the sheet Marty was holding. It said creative writing assignment. “Marty, you have to come up with a story yourself,” George said, obviously confused why Marty needed help.

“I know that, dad, I’m not stupid!” Marty said, snatching the sheet back. “I just need help with spelling,” he mumbled.

“Why don’t you go ask your brother or sister then, Marty? I need to work,” George stammered.

“Because they called me stupid when I couldn't spell,” Marty stomped his foot, and George tried not to laugh.

“Okay, when is it due?” George asked. Maybe Lorraine could help him when she was in a better mood.

“Uhm, Tuesday, I think,” Marty said, clearly counting days in his head.

“Okay, I’ll help you tomorrow. Because tomorrow's only Friday, so we still have lots of time,”

“No, it was due this Tuesday but no one would help me!” Marty was near tears.

“Oh,” George sighed, pushing the papers away to help his son. “Okay, so what story are you going to write?”

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“Watcha writing there, junior?” Marty asked, looking at the kids computer.

“Oh Uhm, nothing!” Junior moved the computer away quickly. “It’s just, homework,” he lied.

“It’s literally spring break.” Marty pointed out.

“Fine, I’m writing a book, but I don’t want you to read it!” Junior added the last part quickly.

“Okay, okay. If you need any advice, ask your grandpa. I can’t write to save my life,” Marty chuckled, walking out of his sons room.

Junior sighed, and opened up the tab. It was called “space man from Pluto fic”

“There’s no way I’m telling grandpa I’m writing gay fanfiction about his book, dad,” Junior muttered, and turned the computer off.

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“Hey dad,” Dave said, walking in the door, dropping the house keys.

“Hello, Dave,” George called from the kitchen. He was sat at the kitchen table, with a pile of reports in front of him.

“Work?” Dave asked half heartedly, opening the fridge to get a snack.

“Yes, and don’t eat too much right before dinner,” George reminded his son, moving his head back down to his papers. George also had a notepad next to him, nearly the same as the one he’d had in high school.

It was filled with scribbles of writing, jot notes of a book that would never come to be. He always filled it when he was bored, or thought of an idea.

“What’s this dad?” Dave asked, picking up the note pad.

“Nothing!” George said quickly, snatching it back. “Just more work stuff,” he added.

“Okay, sure.” Dave said, shrugging it off. “When’s dinner?” He asked.

“I think in an hour? Ask your mother.”

“Okay,” Dave smiled, and pocketed the note pad without his dad noticing.

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Biff was vanishing. The 77 year old biff was vanishing from existence, and the delorean took off. The timeline was being altered. He smiled as he went out.

“Good. Hopefully I’ve become a millionaire.” His body became translucent, and he fell on his knees to the floor. He grabbed his chest. This was the end.

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1977.

The first day of grade four, and Jennifer Parker had no friends. She walked through the doors of the elementary, and found her classroom.

“Hey!” Jennifer felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up from her shoes.

“My names Marty! You're real pretty, you know,” he smiled. “What's your name?”

“Jennifer,” she smiled.

“Do you wanna play Lego with me?”

1980

“My dad said you could come over, Jen,” Marty smiled during lunch.

Jennifer smiled. “Okay! It’ll be nice to finally meet your parents,” she laughed.

After school, Jennifer went over. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Mcfly,” Jennifer extended her hand to his dad.

“You can call me George,” he smiled, shaking her hand.

“Okay George! I’m a big fan of your books,” Jennifer smiled.

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“Marty.” Jennifer said sharply.”Marty!”

“What?” Marty said, snapping out of zoning out.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting, like, really weird lately.”

“I’m not the real Marty.” He frowned.

“What?”

“I’m from a diffrent timeline!” He snapped. “One where my life sucked, and you were like, the only good thing that ever happened to me! My dad was a wimp, my mom was a drunk, and they both neglected me,” he groaned.

“My god Marty, why didn’t you tell me?!.

“Because I thought you’d stop liking me because I’m not the real Marty, I guess.”

“I’ll always love you, Marty,” she planted a kiss on his cheek.

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“Doc,” Marty said abruptly, after they had been sitting on the couch in silence for about an hour at the brown farm.

“Yes?” Doc replied.

“How the hell did you get the license plate for the delorean?” Marty asked.

“Well, it’s really easy, you go to a plates registration place, and you get a custom plate. It’s an additional fee, but-”

“No. How the hell does it have 8 letters, doc? All plates in California have 7,” Marty interrupted.

“Oh.” That's what he was asking. “Well, I didn’t anticipate driving it very much so I figured it wouldn’t matter, plus, I used Libyan terrorists to get my plutonium, Marty. Not everything I do is exactly legal,” doc pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, I guess so.” Marty fiddled with his pants awkwardly. “There’s an alternate universe where we’re both dead, isnt there?”

Oh.

Doc had never thought about that too much. But, he figured.. there would be a world where they’d both been shot.

“I think so, yes.” Doc said, sighing.

“I figured.” Marty nodded. There were probably thousands of universes where they were both dead, from different circumstances. He didn’t like thinking about that.

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“We’ll be back after a quick break, don’t nobody go nowhere!”

Marty heard this on the tape that magically appeared at his parents house after he got back, the tape which probably helped his parents realize Calvin was him, he thought miserably.

Marty found that statement ironic. Don’t nobody go nowhere. That was the night he left, and never came back. Ironic for the band too, they went outside and one band member, the guitar, couldn't return, forcing Marty to perform.

Marty didnt like to think about that night much. It made him feel sick inside, the same way watching a western or hearing a gun fire did. As much as his parents tried to help him.. they never could.

They weren’t the same parents he wished loved him all his life. And that was fine, and all, he just wished they were sometimes.

Marty had been to therapy for his ptsd, but it didn’t help, because he couldn’t really tell a therapist he went to 1885 without getting sent to an insane asylum.

And that was how it was. And Marty, begrudgingly, learned to live with it.

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Marty and Jennifer had gone on a date to the mall. The lone pine mall, Marty thought, instinctively. They both had milkshakes and were walking around, occasionally checking out stores.

“Hey Marty!” Jennifer called, pointing at some poster for a movie. “This guy looks like you!”

Marty looked over. She was pointing at the poster for “Teen wolf.” Marty stared at it for a minute. “Yeah, I guess,” he said, clearly in thought. “I think I’m hotter,” Marty grinned.

Jennifer kissed his cheek. “You sure are, future boy.”

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Marty woke up to the sound of sobbing coming from his daughters room, around 3 am. Great.

He slowly opened the door, and stepped into the room.

“What’s wrong, Marlene?” Marty asked calmly.

“You’re alive!” She said hysterically.

“What?” Marty asked. She had probably had a nightmare.

“I had a dream you and mommy died,” Marlene whispered.

Marty cooed, asking Marlene to come sit with him. He pushed back her hair. “Shh, it’s okay. We’re here.”

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Marty and his family had tripped to New York for summer vacation. It was their second day there, and they had decided to go see a musical.

“What’s playing?” Marty asked Jennifer, who was looking for tickets on her phone.

“Did you watch Heathers when it came out?” Jennifer asked.

“Yeah, why?” Marty asked.

“There’s a musical of it now ! I’m sure the kids would enjoy that,” Jennifer smiled.

Marty nodded. He remembered watching that movie, and enjoying it, but not much more.

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They took their seats, snacks in hand, ready for a great show.

“What’s heathers about?” Junior asked.

Marty shrugged. “I don’t really remember, honestly,”

What they were not expecting was what they saw.

Beautiful went well. Then came candy store. Marty was fine with his kids hearing swears, they were both 15. Fight for me was fine. Just.. a lot of swearing.

Then came freeze your brain. Marty really didn’t remember this movie, at all, he was realizing. Big fun was definitely something he wasn’t expecting.

When he really started regretting taking his kids was during dead girl walking. The rest of the musical all blended together. They killed Heather, the red one, and then the gay kids tried to assault Veronica, getting themselves shot immediately after.

From then on, Marty really thought nothing could get worse. Then came meant to be yours. Marty actually gasped when the bomb was mentioned.

It wasn’t just the concept, but.. he thought of doc, honestly. That he had been through making a bomb, and killing thousands of people, and now this character was going to do it for.. fun? Marty was trying to stay calm.

What he was not expecting was jd to blow up and die.

“Wow guys.. that was certainly something,” Jennifer remarked when it was over.

“I liked the one where she gets freaky,” piped in Marlene.

Marty sighed. Of course she did.

Definitely a day to remember.

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Marty sat on the roof of the casino. He hated that he lived in a casino so much, let alone his step fathers casino.

The view would have been nice if it wasn’t, well, hill valley. Or, how hill valley was. Marty knew back in the 50s and start of the 60s, hill valley had been a nice place to live. That was, and still is (for some reason) the town slogan. But looking over the roof now, it was a dump. Homeless people lined the streets, garbage was everywhere, and most of the buildings in the town centre were dilapidated and abandoned.

Marty tried not to think about his most recent bruise from his stepfather. It was right on his cheek, from a good punch after speaking too loudly while biff was watching his show.

Marty turned around as he heard someone come upstairs.

“Marty,” Lorraine sighed, sitting down. “You can’t come up here every time biff gets mad.”

“Why not? You want me to stay there and get slapped around more?” Marty retorted.

Lorraine was silent for at least a minute, before gently grabbing his chin, and turning his head so she could look at the red mark.

“I’m fine mom,” Marty whined, shifting farther away from her.

“Oh Marty,” she heaved. “Did I ever tell you about your fathers brilliant stories?”

Marty shook his head. He knew she would never call biff his father.

“Well, George used to be such a good writer..”

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“Marty! Marty! Where are you?” Doc yelled over the walkie talkie.

“I’m in biffs garage! And I can’t get out,” marty whined over the phone.

“I’ll be right there!” He replied, setting the walkie talkie down, and running to look for a mode of transportation.

Thats when he was a little girl on a bike.

“Wait- little girl! Can I borrow that?” He asked.

“Okay, just bring it back,” she said, handing him the bike.

That’s how doc ended up peddling all the way to biffs grandmas on a pink bike with frilly ribbons.

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Marty put the phone down slowly.

“Who was on the phone, Marty?” Jennifer asked, walking into the room.

“My mom,” Marty said, his lip quivering. He bit it.

“What’s wrong, Marty?” Jennifer asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s gone.” Marty whispered.

“Who’s gone?” Jennifer asked quickly, clearly confused.

“My dad, Jen. He’s dead.” Marty sighed.

“Oh. Oh my god Marty,” Jennifer pulled him into a hug, and Marty tried not to cry. He was shaking pretty badly.

“How..” Jennifer asked, trailing off a little.

“Heart attack.” Marty sighed. “He died last night around midnight, but my mom didn’t want to call.”

“Oh, Marty,” she sighed, hugging him again.

“But- there’s a good part, I guess,” Marty said suddenly. Jen just nodded. How could this be good? “He left me a hundred thousand dollars jen! I didn’t realize he had that much money!” Marty smiled weakly.

“That’s great Marty,” Jennifer smiled. “Why don’t we go visit your mom?”

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“Morning, Marty,” Doc called from the kitchen.

Marty groaned. “Remind me, why am I sleeping in your garage again?” He asked, still half asleep.

“I think biff was mad at you?” Doc questioned

“Uhm, probably,” Marty yawned, standing up. “What time is it?”

“Ten,” Doc said, sliding the burnt waffles over to Marty as he sat down.

“Aww, why didn’t you wake me up earlier? I have stuff to do!”

Doc raised his eyebrow. He knew Marty did not have stuff to do. “I didn’t have wake up juice, Marty,” he answered.

“What’s wake up juice?” Marty questioned.

“Cold water and ice in your face,” doc chuckled. “Unfortunately, my freezer is still broken.”

“I’ll help you fix it today, doc,” Marty said, mouth filled with waffle.