Disenchantment || Marty Mcfly X Reader

Part 20: Risky Business

Some art for this chapter^ Again, ignore what Y/N looks like.

I, uh... I got the bike's colours wrong...
(If you can't see it, tell me, I'll move it to the "art" chapter)

Next Update: Next Week
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(Short kinda)

Biff stormed out of the house with his jacket in hand. Before he could round the corner, his grandmother called out to him. "Biff! Biff! Where are you going now?!

Biff slumped his shoulders and turned back. "I told you, grandma! I'm going to the dance!"

"When are you coming home?" She asked.

"I'll get home when I get home!" He yelled.

"The dance!" Marty jumped up from the floor, frantically looking around before jumping into the back of the car just in time as Biff came around.

"Don't forget to turn off the garage light!"

Biff hopped in, tossing the almanac onto the dashboard.

Marty peeked out enough to see the book before ducking down again when Biff turned around to reverse the car out of the garage, leaving the doors open and the lights on.

The car passed Doc who was riding on a bicycle with tassels at each end of the handles.

Ringing the little bell, Doc checked his watch and turned into Biff's driveway.

the tires screeched as Doc parked outside the open garage. Head, turning in every direction in search of his friends. "Marty? Y/N?" he called out, dragging the bike along as he looked. "Damn... Where are those kids?"

Remembering what Marty said about you, Doc looked behind the open garage door and gasped. "Y/N!" He let the bike fall to the ground and dropped to his knees, carefully lifting your body from the bush.

"Y/N, wake up! Y-..." His eyes landed on the sleeve of Marty's white shirt. pushing it up, he quickly shoved it back down. Your entire right arm was gone. "Great scott," He whispered, examining your left hand which seemed to have lost its fingers. "Come on, Y/N, wake up." He gently shook your shoulder.

Your head flinched and your eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light from inside the garage. "D-Doc?" You breathed out. You couldn't speak again. Anything and everything you did elicited some form of pain.

"Y/N, you're getting worse. We have to find Marty and make sure he gets the almanac from Biff," Doc told you, helping you up. You yelled in pain from the sudden movement, holding onto Doc's shoulders.

"Wh-Where's-" You once again started coughing, each fit more painful than the last. You felt light-headed like you were gonna collapse again. Luckily, the Doc rushed to your aid, leaning down and allowing you to put your arm around his shoulders for support, his arm coming to hold you up.

"Relax, Y/N. Don't waste your energy. Now, I apologise for the inconvenience, taking the time machine would've been extremely risky. Do you think you'll be able to hold on without falling off?" Doc asked, using his free hand to pick up the discarded bicycle.

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"Doc. Doc, come in."

The bike came to a stop in the centre of the town as doc took out his walkie-talkie.

The ride there wasn't that bad. Though, holding on with only one arm was pretty difficult especially when the need to collapse was extreme.

"Marty? Marty, come in!"