My Self-Insert Bedtime Story | 1

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"Marty, there it is," Annika grabbed Marty's arm, stopping him in his tracks. "1640 Riverside Drive." Marty nodded and walked up the driveway.

Stopping at the front door, the two teens looked nervously at each other before knocking. Doc Brown answered it, and the first thing they noticed was the strange contraption on his head.

"Doc?" Marty questioned.

Doc pulled him and Annika inside, looking suspiciously around them. "Don't say a word," he told them as he shut the door.

"I don't wanna know your name, I don't wanna know anything about you," Doc told Marty."
"Doc-" Annika tried to get his attention.

"Quiet!" Doc told her. He went over to some machine and turned a few dials. Marty continued to try and get the doctor's attention. "Don't tell me anything." Doc repeated.

Doc slapped a large blue suction cup to Marty's forehead. He was too surprised to speak.

"I'm gonna read your thoughts," Doc announced to Mary. "Let's see now." Annika leaned against a wall with her hands in her pockets, watching the scene unfold.

Doc turned a dial and turned to Marty. "You come here from a great distance?"

"Yeah!" Marty agreed. "Exactly!"

"Don't tell me!" Doc stopped him. He looked at the younger boy again in thought. "Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to The Saturday Evening Post?"

"No!" Marty replied.

Doc hushed him again. He played with the thing on his head as he thought. "Uh, donations. You want me to make a donation...to the Coast Guard Youth Auxiliary!"

Annika laughed as Marty looked annoyed. "Doc," Marty ripped the suction cup from his forehead. "I'm from the future."

Doc stopped and looked back at the girl leaning against the wall. "Yeah, me too." She added.

"We came here in a time machine that you invented," Marty continued. "Now, we need your help to get back to the year 1985."

Doc shook his head as he stared at Marty. "By God," he whispered. He put his hands on Marty's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Do you know what this means?"
Marty stared at him expectantly.

"It means that this damn thing doesn't work at all!" Doc walked away from Marty, tugging his invention off of his. Marty and Annika followed him into the other room.

"Doc, you gotta help us," Annika plead. "You built the time machine, you're the only one who knows how it works."

"Time machine," Doc repeated, still in disbelief. "I haven't invented any time machine."

Marty and Annika exchanged a glance, unsure of how to proceed. "Okay, all right," Marty relented. "I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license. Expires 1987." He pulled out his wallet and showed his license to the doctor. "Loot at my birthdate, for crying out loud. I haven't even been born yet, and neither has she." He gestured to Annika as he rifled through his wallet.

"Look at this picture," Marty pulled out a photo of him and his siblings to show to the Doc. "It's my brother, my sister, and me." Doc leaned closer to look. "Look at her sweatshirt, Doc. 'Class of 1984.'"

Doc took the picture and studied it. "Pretty mediocre photographic fakery," he observed. "They cut off your brother's hair."

Marty took the picture back from him. "I'm tellin' the true, you gotta believe me."