Disenchantment || Marty Mcfly X Reader

Part 25: Re-enactment

(The outfit for this chapter onwards can be found in the "Missing Outfits" Part of the book)

TW: Hanging attempt and guns

Marty woke up in a bed for the millionth time, groggily turning his head from one side to the other. "Mom? Mom, is that you?"

"There, there, now. You've been asleep for nearly six hours now," A woman spoke in a deep Irish accent as she dabbed Marty's forehead with a damp cloth. 

"I had this horrible nightmare. I dreamed I was- I dreamed I was in a Western. I was being chased by all these Indians... And a bear," Marty mumbled.

"Well, you're safe and sound here now at the McFly farm."

Marty's eyes shot open. "McFly Farm?" He sat up quickly and lightly screamed when the lamp turned on. 

"Well, you're my- You're my- my..." Marty's panting stopped when he realised the woman in front of him wasn't another version of his mother. "Who are you?" He tilted his head.

"My name's McFly. Maggie McFly," The woman answered. 

"McFly? Maggie?"

Maggie stood from her seat. "And that's Mrs. McFly, and don't you be forgettin' the Mrs."

Marty sighed. 

"And what might your name be, sir?" Maggie asked.

"Well, it's Mc- It-..." Marty paused to look down at his attire. "Eastwood? Uh- Clint Eastwood," Marty smiled a little nervously at the woman.

"Well, you hit your head, Mr. Eastwood. Not too serious, but lucky for you Seamus found you when he did."

"Seamus?" Marty asked.

"Me husband," Maggie answered.

"You'll be excusin' me, Mr. Eastwood, while I tend to William," Maggie left the room as the sound of a young child cried from outside.

"Oh, it's okay, Will. That's okay," Maggie cooed. 

Marty climbed out of bed and exited the room to see Maggie lifting a baby from a wooden crib.

"That's William?" Marty asked.

"Aye. William Sean McFly. The first of our family to be born in America," Maggie explained, bouncing the baby in her arms. "Oh, that's okay, Will. This here is Mr. Clint Eastwood here visitin'. Sure'n he likes you, Mr. Eastwood."

The door burst open to a man with ginger hair and a moustache. "Maggie!" He called, hanging his shotgun on a hook by the door. "I've got supper," he held up two dead rabbits.

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"I'm not one to pry into a man's personal affairs, but exactly, how is it that you came to be way out here without a horse? or boots? or a hat?" Seamus asked Marty, passing the plate of food to him.

They were now surrounding a table with dinner prepared. 

"Well, my ca- horse broke down, and- and a bear ate my boots and I guess I just forgot my hat," Marty answered, setting the plate down.

Maggie came around with a water pitcher. "How could you forget a thing like your hat? Would you like some water?"

"Uh, yeah," Marty nodded.

Maggie poured water into his glass and moved to pour some into Seamus'.

Marty's eyes landed on the unfiltered, dirty water and dropped his utensils. He picked up the glass and examined its contents.