Disenchantment || Marty Mcfly X Reader

Part 17: Curiosity Almost Killed the Cat

Thank God, we're finally halfway through the movie-

Next update: My exams are next week so It see you after then :)
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Back in Biff's room, the man himself sat in a hot tub with arms around two blonde women who were happily giggling along.

An old movie played on the television. It seemed to be one of the cowboys, standing in the middle of the empty town, awaiting the opponent's next move. His main opponent, proceeded to shoot at the man, cocking his gun to continuously shoot him down.

The man simply got up as if he didn't just take a handful of bullets to the chest.

The enemy cocked his gun one last time as the man revealed the metal plate hanging above his chest underneath his clothing.

The plate fell to the ground, rusty and covered in dents from the bullets.

"Bulletproof vest!" Biff laughed. "Great flick! Great friggin flick! The guy is brilliant!"

Just then, the television switched off, wiping the smile off of Tannen's face.

"Hey what the hell's going..." All three of them turned around and jumped at the sight of Marty, remote in hand.

The two girls screamed and Biff's face scrunched up in anger. "Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?!"

"Party's over, Biff," Marty scoffed, tossing the remote into the bubbly water. He circled the hot tub, eying the big man. "Sorry, ladies."

"How'd you get past my security downstairs?" Biff asked as Marty stood right across from them.

"There's a little matter we need to talk about," Marty ignored his question.

"Yeah. Money, right? Well, forget it!"

Marty shook his head. "No... Not money..." He paused, eyebrows sinking lower as he spoke, "Grey's... Sports... Almanac..."

Biff's previous angered expression slowly faded into something sour. "You heard him, girl's. Party's over."

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Biff shoved the doors to his office open, wearing a blue bathrobe, a drink in hand.

"Start talking, kid. What else do you know about that book?" He ordered as he led the boy through the room.

Marty's eyes wandered around uncomfortably, scanning the tacky décor that filled Biff's office.

Shaking it off, Marty looked back at the man. "First, you tell me how you got it..." He moved to stand in front of the desk Biff leaned against. "... How, where, and when."

Biff scoffed at him. "All right. Take a seat," Biff pointed to the overly extravagant-looking chair behind Marty before moving to approach his own.

When he realised Marty wasn't moving, he raised his voice and barked, "Sit down!"

Marty instantly fell back into the chair, making himself 'comfortable' in the pain-inducing, hardwood seat. Even the back of it seemed unsturdy.

A bit out of place for someone with a crap ton of money.

"November 12th, 1955. That was when," Biff answered Marty's question, pulling open the giant portrait of himself behind the desk, revealing the huge safe hidden behind it.

"November 12th 1955. That was the date we went back-..." Marty stopped himself, realising what he almost divulged to Biff. "... That was the date of the gamous Hill Valley lightning storm."