And Now, It's Time For--
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crossover_chick-OD: You to do something with "Hoverboards!"-
-D: You to finish up "The Originals!"-
-VD: You to do more with "V.D.!"-
-VD2: You to write more Drabbles88!-
-DW: You to actually act on this "Doc's first drink" plotbunny!-
-TD: You to -- Wait, you're doing everything I want you to do. Never mind.-
-D: *annoyed* And while you're at it, stop playing favorites.-
I'm not! It's not my fault "Boy Genius" is the big project at the moment.
-VD2: . . . Yes it is.-
-VD: *pokes* "V.D." is also your big project, start doing some more revisions!-
-MF: And just finish up "The Originals" already. The "Musevolution" plot bunny is getting kind of annoying.-
-M: I want to see "Hoverboards" too. You've already got the better sketch.-
*points* Hey look, Whose Line? Greatest Hits.
-M2: Where?-
-VD: Stop trying to distract us!-
But it's easier than working! I'm not really that lazy, I'm working on "Boy Genius" as TeenDoc said. And I have been making pretty good progress with "Past Amnesia."
-D: All right, we'll give you that. But can't you do something with any of your other projects?-
Let me see what happens this weekend. I'm taking the weekend off from "Boy Genius" to work on other stuff.
-DW: Good. The Teen Doc ideas are really dominating at the moment.-
-TD: What's wrong with that? Technically, I belong to all of you.-
-OD: Not in your current form.-
I promise you, after "Past Amnesia" I start on "The Gift and the Curse." I've still got a bit of a Marvel Mood going on.
-OD: Oh, good. But can you give us some fan art too?-
I'll try, I'll try. I know you guys deserve more attention. *hugs* But come on, let's watch a bit more Whose Line? together first.
-D: All right, but only because the show produces such amusement.-
:D
Actually, It's Time For --
A SPORKING! Yes, I'm feeling a bit bitchy, and I plan to take it out on a bad story from FF.net. Today's "masterpiece" comes from 2001, and actually features a mary-sueish character.
-D: I'm sort of the Sirius Black of BTTF when it comes to Mary Sues, aren't I? I seem to spawn a lot of "Jennifer replacements."-
You do, don't you? Hmmmm. I mean, I'm all for you two ending up related, but I prefer a good Jules/Marlene time-traveling ship. (H.M.S. Future History?)
Anyway, on to the Spork!
Story Or Series Title: Oops. . .
Fandom: Back To The Future
Culprit Author's Name: JiChan (not worth linking to -- she only has two stories, and hasn't posted since 2001 it appears)
Full Name (plus titles if any): Lex Brown
Full Species(es): Canonus Absurdius Relatedus
Hair Color (include adjectives): Black
Eye Color (include adjectives): Dark Violet
Unusual Markings/Colorations: None as far as I can tell
Special Possessions (if any): A boatload of future technology and a rather crappy outfit
Annoying Origin: Some future descendant of Doc's
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Apparently, she's a distant relation of Doc's
Annoying Special Abilities: She's apparently smart and has access to highly-advanced future technology
Other Annoying Traits: Luckily, she's not featured in enough of the story to be too annoying
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
A/N*Hey people, this is my first fic for this category and well I hope you guys like it! I always wanted to do a fic for this movie but I just never really knew what, ya know? Well anyway, review this for me and if ya like it I'll do more!! Thanks! Oh yea, and this is gonna be sometime before the first movie. This is their first trip where they go way way waaaaay far into the future, bye accident. Hence the name "Oops" *
Doc: . . . Um -- The first movie was also when I conducted my first temporal experiments. Marty didn't know about the time machine until then.
Marty: I guess this is a pretty extreme AU. No worries, we've seen HER other FanFic universes, right?
Ha ha, boys.
Doc was in his shop working on a few new things to put on his time machine. Marty has just stopped by after school to see how things where going. He knocked as he walked in seeing Doc under the car.
Marty: Boring.
Doc: And there's a random tense change in that second sentence. The space-time continuum is collapsing already.
"Hey! How's it coming along?"
Marty tossed his book bag in the table and walked over to the car. Doc rolled out from under and looked up at Marty.
"Oh every things fine! I should be done by tonight actually! I'm going to test it tonight, care to come along?"
Marty: Still boring. She keeps repeating the same words.
Doc: I noticed. I'm still having trouble grasping that this is before the first movie.
"Yea sure, what else do I have to do on a Friday night besides seeing my girlfriend."
"I was just asking, I'll send you a postcard!"
"Nah, I'll go. Jen's mad at me anyway because I forgot that we have been going out for 6 months."
"Women. I still don't understand them."
"Yea I mean she flipped out I don't get it."
Marty: . . . I'm not THAT clueless.
Doc: Neither am I. In fact, given the canon establishment of my obsession with time, this would be a female trait that I would actually understand.
Marty sat down as Doc slid out from under the car and went to wash his hands.
"So anyway what time are we testing the Delorian?"
Doc: D-E-L-O-R-E-A-N.
Marty: How come they never get it right?
"Well I was thinking around 12 or 1 tonight."
"What? Why so late! I'll probably be asleep!"
"That means your going to have to stay awake now huh?"
"I guess."
Marty: You didn't actually explain why so late. *pause* You never explained that in the movie, either, come to think of it.
Doc: Well, I didn't exactly want anyone to see the trial run. You're right, though -- this is boring.
Marty picked up his stuff and headed out waving.
"I guess I'll see ya later then Doc. "
"Bye Marty!"
Marty: That's it?! I should at least have Doc help me with my homework.
Doc: I don't think bad BTTF authors are known for lengthy chapters. Which is a blessing, I suppose.
Later that night...
Marty yawn and looks over at the clock sitting next to his TV
"It's about time. I'm so bored."
He got up and walked out closing the door quietly to make sure no one woke up.
Marty: *deadpan* How riveting.
Doc: And another tense change to boot.
Marty: Seriously, though -- I didn't fall asleep? That's late even for me.
At Doc's place...
"That should do it!"
Doc stepped back and looked at his finished creation as Marty walked in.
"What cha got there Doc?"
Doc picked up his lil creation and held it up showing Marty.
Doc: "lil"?
Marty: *babytalk* Aww, lookie at the lil invention, aren't you just so cute
"Doc...that's a pop tart..."
"I know! But look!"
"I...I still see a pop tart."
"No no, look closer! See, around the edges?"
"Yea..."
"Normally when making a pop tart the toaster burns the edges! But I made a toaster that won't burn the pop tart!!"
"That's uh, great Doc. Is the time machine done yet?"
Doc: Was that supposed to be funny?
Marty: Eh. Though that would be nice.
Doc: I'd prefer to make a toaster that doesn't set the Pop-Tart on fire if you leave it in there too long.
Marty: Seriously? I'd -- kind of like to see that.
"Oh yes, it's finished. I just got done putting the plutonium in it."
"What! That thing doesn't run on gas?"
"Well of course the car itself does, but the Flux Compaciter it self only functions with plutonium."
"That's wild. So uh, where we going?"
Marty: And I'm not at all interested in where this plutonium came from. Because it's not like there's LIBYAN TERRORISTS, just waiting to KILL MY BEST FRIEND. . . .
Doc: This really is AU. And it's flux CAPACITOR.
"Don't know, this is just a test drive. Where do you want to go?"
Marty started thinking as he and Doc both got in the car as they pulled down the doors on the sides.
"Hey let's check out the future! I want to see what I'm like when I get older and see where I live!"
"No can do Marty."
"What? Why?"
"If you go into the future and meet yourself the time shift it self will never be the same. Everything will get completely mixed up and who knows what can happen."
Marty: Um, that's more of a problem if you go into the PAST and meet your RELATIVES.
Doc: No, no, this other version of myself does have a point. Remember when I told you about how Jennifer meeting her future self could cause a chain reaction that could result in the destruction of the entire universe? This is a rather sloppy verison of that.
"That sucks...well how about we go into the future and just look around and see what's up? And not meet anyone?"
"Don't see any harm in that! Let's go!"
Doc: *sigh* Why are my fan fiction selves never concerned about the space-time continuum. . . .
Marty: Well, hopefully they really WON'T meet anyone.
Doc reached down pressing in a few button as they drove off gaining speed then the car suddenly just disappeared into a streak of bright light.
Marty: That is the dullest account of time travel I have ever heard. And "pressing a few button?"
Doc: I suppose it means I'm setting the time circuits.
"Doc...this is not Riverdale is it?"
Doc and Marty blink
Marty: Riverdale?! Where the hell is RIVERDALE?!
Doc: HILL VALLEY! We live in HILL VALLEY!
"Oh no, it is Riverdale...just this is what it will look like in the future."
"How far in the future is this! This is crazy! It's like a science fiction movie! Just look!"
Doc looked down to see what numbers her put in and looked up to Marty with a shocked face.
Doc: What the -- Did I just press on the keyboard at random?! I must know what date I put in!
"Marty, this is Riverdale all right...but this is what it will look like in the year 3005."
"3005?! I wanted to go see what my future would look like! Here, hell I've been dead for milleniums now!!"
Doc: I doubt that long, as a millenium is 1000 years, and you were still alive and kicking in 2015. . . .
Marty lifted open the door and stepped out looking around. He looked up the sky was black as vehicles flew over his head. The buildings where huge,
Marty: Where huge?
Doc: There huge!
looking like giant skyscrapers.
Marty: Yeah, skyscrapers are usually titchy little things. . . .
And some other buildings looking a few years older were all in piles of rubble. Doc got out of the car looking around at the scene also.
"Doc this can't be right. This isn't Riverdale."
"No Marty believe it or not this is. But what I want to know is how it got like this."
"Yea me too! This looks like something you would see in a Star Wars movie!"
"That's true, it does looks like that was a war of some kind here."
Doc: Star Wars? Does that preceeding paragraph really remind you of Star Wars?
Marty: Not really. I'll ask my dad later.
SNIP! Doc and Marty wander around and realize that there are no people around. They decide to head back. Before they can, however, they narrowly avoid being struck by a crumbling building. The DeLorean is buried under the rubble, stranding Doc and Marty. Enter Lex, superwoman of the future!
They looked over seeing a girl walking up to them. She looked around 16 years old with black hair and dark violet eyes. Her outfit was rather casual and normal looking, she wore black short with a light colored pink tank top and black gloves which where cut off at the knuckles that matched her black laced up boots.
Marty: That is not casual OR normal-looking.
Doc: *shrug* It is the future. . . . But violet eyes?
Can't spork that -- Holly, remember?
Doc: At least you had the sense to see grey fit the character better with "Boy Genius."
"Hey, you two. You're not from around here are ya?"
They both stood there and looked at her and Marty spoke up first
"No, not exactly."
Marty: Wow. I'm on the edge of my seat.
Doc: I thought we agreed to not meet anyone?
The girl looked around Marty over to Doc and raised a thin brow
Marty: That's all she can lift.
"Hey gramps, what's your name?"
"Uh. I can't tell you. Sorry."
Doc: Great Scott, I can't make up a fake name?
"I'm not going to bite you, you look familiar that's all."
She reached in her pocket pulling out a lil photo wallet and takes out a picture.
Marty: Aww, look at the lil photo wallet, it's so precious--
Doc: Stop that. And tense change number three!
"See."
Marty looked at it handing it to doc now
"This guy looks just like you! Maybe you're related?"
"Oh no that's just silly."
Marty: Trust me -- if he looks anything like you, he has to be related to you. Ancestors AND descendants are almost guaranteed to be near-clones in BTTF.
Doc took the picture and looked at it surprisingly that was a picture of him, or someone that looked like him.
Doc: Yes, I believe we established that previously. And didn't Marty already hand me the picture?
"What's his name?"
Doc looked up at the girl as she took her picture back.
Marty: Wait, are you asking her that or is she asking you that?
Doc: *squints* I'm not quite sure. . .
"Emmett Brown. He was a doctor a real long time ago, he's like my great great great great granpop, well about a few hundred more of those greats but ya know what I mean."
Marty: Uh, so why are you carrying around a picture of him?
Doc: *raises eyebrow* I can't be THAT far back in this girl's lineage -- though I wish I was.
Marty looked at Doc and back at the girl again
"Hey uh, what's your name?"
"Oh yea, sorry about that I'm o rude. I'm Lex Brown."
Doc: LEX?!
"I'm Marty and that's uh...Doc."
Doc shook her hand and she laughed
Marty: "I heard this really great joke about a nun, a priest, and a rabbi"
"So you are the guy in my picture! Aren't cha?!"
"What? No, uh, what are you talking about?"
"Cause, I remember he had a friend named Marty who always called him Doc. My dad use to tell me about you cause he says I'm a lot like ya. Don't worry I won't tell anyone kay?"
Doc: It's 3005. I've been dead for a number of years, and so has Marty. How does your father know us?
Marty: Must be a family history thing, I guess. But yeah, she was just calling you her hundred-greats grandpop -- she should be getting this thing from at least her great-grandfather, right?
"What do you mean, you're like me?"
"I'm into all that science stuff too and I know how it is with the whole time travel thing going on and trying not to have the universe collapse on top of it self.
Doc: Too bad you know nothing about how to avoid run-on sentences, random spaces in words, and missing quotation marks.
Marty looked back and forth between them
"Hey, that's great! Doc that means she can help us fix the Delorian and get our asses home!"
"That's right, but the car is under the building. We need to start a new time machine all over."
Marty: All over what?
Doc: DE-LOR-E-AN.
Lex laughed some
"Hey, I can lend ya guys one if ya want."
Marty looked at her oddly
"Lend us one?"
"Yes sure, come one I'll take ya guys to my shop."
Marty: She just randomly has her own time machine.
Doc: Well, of course. Don't you see that she's just so smart!
Doc and Marty sorta looked at each other as she reached in her pocket pulling out a small capsule thing and tossed it up in the air as it clicked with a puff of smoke and a hover craft appeared.
Marty: *blink* Huh?
Doc: "sorta looked at each other?" You're either looking or you're not looking.
"Hop in!"
She jumped up in the drivers seat as they both climbed in looking around.
"This is amazing, to believe how much science has improved since our time. Entire vehicles contained into small capsule, it's un believable."
"Yea, things have changed a lot since your time. I need to show ya what all I made you'll really like that. But now, you two need to buckle up I'm a pretty reckless driver."
Doc: The science sounds amazing. Too bad the English language suffers so much.
Marty: I love how she just believes us and we just believe her. For all we know, she's an axe murderer.
Doc: She does laugh a lot. . . .
They both quickly did as told as she laughed as the thrusters in the back of her hovercraft roared into a flame as they zipped off at a rapid speed.
Marty: I'm being buried under all the "ases!"
Doc: I'm more worried about the fact that she laughs almost every five seconds. I suspect she might be very disturbed.
Marty: In this fic? I KNOW she is.
"So, how ya like my car? Pretty fast huh?"
"I like it! How's the radio in this thing?"
"It's great! Here, listen!"
Marty was sorta scared to bad
Marty: WHAT?
Doc: I'm having "alternate bttf" flashbacks.
asking about the radio knowing it was going to be loud he covered his ears quickly. Lex reached down turning the knob as her speakers began throbbing with music.
"That loud enough for ya?"
"Yea! Great!"
Marty: And that's where this chapter ends?
Doc: Apparently. This girl really has no idea how to write humor. She should have at least added what your facial expression was.
Arriving at a huge building she lowered her car tot he ground as they all got out. She pressed a button on the side as her car popped back into it's capsule form and she put it in her pocket.
Doc: Its is possesive. It's is "it is."
Marty: I'm just shocked to see an apostrophe outside of dialogue.
"Well, don't mind it if it's messy. I'm not that much of a house cleaner."
"Yea, you probably got that from Doc."
Marty laughed as they all walked inside seeing a bunch of machines around.
Marty: Oh great, the laughter is contagious.
Doc picked up something that seemed to look familiar
"What's this?"
"That? It's a toaster that doesn't burn the edges of your pop tarts."
Marty burst out laughing, as did Doc when he told her about making one just like it.
"You made one too? I just made this a few years ago. It sold pretty well too. I got a lot of money off that thing."
She walked into a room for a while as they both looked around at the odd contraptions and machines. She walked out handing Doc a small blue capsule
Doc: *puppy dog eyes* Please describe the future technology.
Marty: You are WAAY too calm in this story, Doc. You should be running all over the place to see what each invention does, future or no future. I think this verison of you is on Prozac.
"There ya go, you click the button on the top. And to put it away there is a button on the door."
"Show me how you make these work again."
"Sure."
Doc: She just EXPLAINED it to me. I doubt I really need the visual aid.
They all walked outside as she opened the time machine. It looked pretty normal, it was almost just like the Delorian only the car was like her hovercraft and it was a lil better looking.
Doc: If it was like her hovercraft, it isn't just like the DELOREAN.
Marty: Aww-
Doc: No.
"I picked this one out because it was made from a car and you should be able to figure out how to control it better. This way when you guys get back you can go make your other one, and don't bother sending this back to me you guys and keep it and play around with it if ya want. I got 4 more."
Marty: She really needs to do something about that run-on sentence problem.
Doc: Four?! Great Scott, I know she's a Mary-Sue--
"That's great, but how does yours work?"
"Pretty simple, I based this model after yours. It runs of plutonium just the same and regular fuel for the craft itself. But instead of having to gain speed a prtaol opens. I'll show you."
Marty: A -- what -- opens?
Doc: It looks like some sort of invocation for a demon.
Marty: So to travel through time in the Mary-Sue's car, you gotta go through Hell? Sounds about right.
Doc: And by 3005, she couldn't think of ANY alternate way to fuel the time machine. What happened to Mr. Fusion?
She got in the car and pressed a few buttons and pointed to a lil machine
Marty: Aw-
Doc: NO.
"See that?"
"Yes."
"Well this is a Dimensional Portal Accelerator, or a DPA. It works with this thingy, a more improved for of your Flux Compaciter."
Marty: "Thingy." Wow, she is just so smart!
Doc: CAPACITOR, DAMN IT! IT'S ONLY THE INVENTION I WAS WORKING ON FOR THIRTY YEARS!
Marty: Breathe, Doc.
She got out as Marty and Doc both got in. Marty looked around at all the button and gadgets and smiled waving to her.
"Hey thanks a lot!"
Marty: Yeah, thanks for the weird car that you didn't even show us how to drive!
"Yea, sure. No prob."
The doors closed as she stood there waving to them both
"Doc, let's
Marty: see if we can run her over.
Doc: Marty!
take her with us."
"What? No Marty."
"Come on! I mean look at this place. She's by herself, this place looks horrible and I mean...well just look!"
"Marty, if we where to take her with us who knows what could happen."
Doc: Actually, we do know what would happen -- most likely she'd be a Jennifer Replacement.
Marty: Hey, where is Jennifer?
I figured I should only allow people actually in the fic to spork it.
Marty: *sarcasm* Great.
"Well it's not like things can get any worse! Look around! Buildings are falling apart, there are no people walking around. It's like she's the only one who lives on this planet or something."
Marty: Wait, now we're on our own planet?!
Doc: Oh, I see! This is some alien race's version of Back To The Future!
Doc sat there in silence for moment thinking and looked over at Marty.
Marty: . . . And?
That's the last chapter.
Marty: . . . WTF?
Doc: One of the more boring pieces of tripe I've ever read.
Marty: At least this one writes a bit better than PrincessSerenity.
Actually, I've seen worse than even her. But that will have to wait for another day.
Sorry if this one isn't as great -- the story really is kind of boring. Maybe I should have done "Marty goes waayy back." Maybe tomorrow.
And now to try and write at least another Drabbles88 entry before these guys poke me to death.
-TD: You can't think of anything for Brown?-
I'm trying, I'm trying!
-D: You to finish up "The Originals!"-
-VD: You to do more with "V.D.!"-
-VD2: You to write more Drabbles88!-
-DW: You to actually act on this "Doc's first drink" plotbunny!-
-TD: You to -- Wait, you're doing everything I want you to do. Never mind.-
-D: *annoyed* And while you're at it, stop playing favorites.-
I'm not! It's not my fault "Boy Genius" is the big project at the moment.
-VD2: . . . Yes it is.-
-VD: *pokes* "V.D." is also your big project, start doing some more revisions!-
-MF: And just finish up "The Originals" already. The "Musevolution" plot bunny is getting kind of annoying.-
-M: I want to see "Hoverboards" too. You've already got the better sketch.-
*points* Hey look, Whose Line? Greatest Hits.
-M2: Where?-
-VD: Stop trying to distract us!-
But it's easier than working! I'm not really that lazy, I'm working on "Boy Genius" as TeenDoc said. And I have been making pretty good progress with "Past Amnesia."
-D: All right, we'll give you that. But can't you do something with any of your other projects?-
Let me see what happens this weekend. I'm taking the weekend off from "Boy Genius" to work on other stuff.
-DW: Good. The Teen Doc ideas are really dominating at the moment.-
-TD: What's wrong with that? Technically, I belong to all of you.-
-OD: Not in your current form.-
I promise you, after "Past Amnesia" I start on "The Gift and the Curse." I've still got a bit of a Marvel Mood going on.
-OD: Oh, good. But can you give us some fan art too?-
I'll try, I'll try. I know you guys deserve more attention. *hugs* But come on, let's watch a bit more Whose Line? together first.
-D: All right, but only because the show produces such amusement.-
:D
Actually, It's Time For --
A SPORKING! Yes, I'm feeling a bit bitchy, and I plan to take it out on a bad story from FF.net. Today's "masterpiece" comes from 2001, and actually features a mary-sueish character.
-D: I'm sort of the Sirius Black of BTTF when it comes to Mary Sues, aren't I? I seem to spawn a lot of "Jennifer replacements."-
You do, don't you? Hmmmm. I mean, I'm all for you two ending up related, but I prefer a good Jules/Marlene time-traveling ship. (H.M.S. Future History?)
Anyway, on to the Spork!
Story Or Series Title: Oops. . .
Fandom: Back To The Future
Full Name (plus titles if any): Lex Brown
Full Species(es): Canonus Absurdius Relatedus
Hair Color (include adjectives): Black
Eye Color (include adjectives): Dark Violet
Unusual Markings/Colorations: None as far as I can tell
Special Possessions (if any): A boatload of future technology and a rather crappy outfit
Annoying Origin: Some future descendant of Doc's
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Apparently, she's a distant relation of Doc's
Annoying Special Abilities: She's apparently smart and has access to highly-advanced future technology
Other Annoying Traits: Luckily, she's not featured in enough of the story to be too annoying
Please include a small sample of the worst of this story:
A/N*Hey people, this is my first fic for this category and well I hope you guys like it! I always wanted to do a fic for this movie but I just never really knew what, ya know? Well anyway, review this for me and if ya like it I'll do more!! Thanks! Oh yea, and this is gonna be sometime before the first movie. This is their first trip where they go way way waaaaay far into the future, bye accident. Hence the name "Oops" *
Doc: . . . Um -- The first movie was also when I conducted my first temporal experiments. Marty didn't know about the time machine until then.
Marty: I guess this is a pretty extreme AU. No worries, we've seen HER other FanFic universes, right?
Ha ha, boys.
Doc was in his shop working on a few new things to put on his time machine. Marty has just stopped by after school to see how things where going. He knocked as he walked in seeing Doc under the car.
Marty: Boring.
Doc: And there's a random tense change in that second sentence. The space-time continuum is collapsing already.
"Hey! How's it coming along?"
Marty tossed his book bag in the table and walked over to the car. Doc rolled out from under and looked up at Marty.
"Oh every things fine! I should be done by tonight actually! I'm going to test it tonight, care to come along?"
Marty: Still boring. She keeps repeating the same words.
Doc: I noticed. I'm still having trouble grasping that this is before the first movie.
"Yea sure, what else do I have to do on a Friday night besides seeing my girlfriend."
"I was just asking, I'll send you a postcard!"
"Nah, I'll go. Jen's mad at me anyway because I forgot that we have been going out for 6 months."
"Women. I still don't understand them."
"Yea I mean she flipped out I don't get it."
Marty: . . . I'm not THAT clueless.
Doc: Neither am I. In fact, given the canon establishment of my obsession with time, this would be a female trait that I would actually understand.
Marty sat down as Doc slid out from under the car and went to wash his hands.
"So anyway what time are we testing the Delorian?"
Doc: D-E-L-O-R-E-A-N.
Marty: How come they never get it right?
"Well I was thinking around 12 or 1 tonight."
"What? Why so late! I'll probably be asleep!"
"That means your going to have to stay awake now huh?"
"I guess."
Marty: You didn't actually explain why so late. *pause* You never explained that in the movie, either, come to think of it.
Doc: Well, I didn't exactly want anyone to see the trial run. You're right, though -- this is boring.
Marty picked up his stuff and headed out waving.
"I guess I'll see ya later then Doc. "
"Bye Marty!"
Marty: That's it?! I should at least have Doc help me with my homework.
Doc: I don't think bad BTTF authors are known for lengthy chapters. Which is a blessing, I suppose.
Later that night...
Marty yawn and looks over at the clock sitting next to his TV
"It's about time. I'm so bored."
He got up and walked out closing the door quietly to make sure no one woke up.
Marty: *deadpan* How riveting.
Doc: And another tense change to boot.
Marty: Seriously, though -- I didn't fall asleep? That's late even for me.
At Doc's place...
"That should do it!"
Doc stepped back and looked at his finished creation as Marty walked in.
"What cha got there Doc?"
Doc picked up his lil creation and held it up showing Marty.
Doc: "lil"?
Marty: *babytalk* Aww, lookie at the lil invention, aren't you just so cute
"Doc...that's a pop tart..."
"I know! But look!"
"I...I still see a pop tart."
"No no, look closer! See, around the edges?"
"Yea..."
"Normally when making a pop tart the toaster burns the edges! But I made a toaster that won't burn the pop tart!!"
"That's uh, great Doc. Is the time machine done yet?"
Doc: Was that supposed to be funny?
Marty: Eh. Though that would be nice.
Doc: I'd prefer to make a toaster that doesn't set the Pop-Tart on fire if you leave it in there too long.
Marty: Seriously? I'd -- kind of like to see that.
"Oh yes, it's finished. I just got done putting the plutonium in it."
"What! That thing doesn't run on gas?"
"Well of course the car itself does, but the Flux Compaciter it self only functions with plutonium."
"That's wild. So uh, where we going?"
Marty: And I'm not at all interested in where this plutonium came from. Because it's not like there's LIBYAN TERRORISTS, just waiting to KILL MY BEST FRIEND. . . .
Doc: This really is AU. And it's flux CAPACITOR.
"Don't know, this is just a test drive. Where do you want to go?"
Marty started thinking as he and Doc both got in the car as they pulled down the doors on the sides.
"Hey let's check out the future! I want to see what I'm like when I get older and see where I live!"
"No can do Marty."
"What? Why?"
"If you go into the future and meet yourself the time shift it self will never be the same. Everything will get completely mixed up and who knows what can happen."
Marty: Um, that's more of a problem if you go into the PAST and meet your RELATIVES.
Doc: No, no, this other version of myself does have a point. Remember when I told you about how Jennifer meeting her future self could cause a chain reaction that could result in the destruction of the entire universe? This is a rather sloppy verison of that.
"That sucks...well how about we go into the future and just look around and see what's up? And not meet anyone?"
"Don't see any harm in that! Let's go!"
Doc: *sigh* Why are my fan fiction selves never concerned about the space-time continuum. . . .
Marty: Well, hopefully they really WON'T meet anyone.
Doc reached down pressing in a few button as they drove off gaining speed then the car suddenly just disappeared into a streak of bright light.
Marty: That is the dullest account of time travel I have ever heard. And "pressing a few button?"
Doc: I suppose it means I'm setting the time circuits.
"Doc...this is not Riverdale is it?"
Doc and Marty blink
Marty: Riverdale?! Where the hell is RIVERDALE?!
Doc: HILL VALLEY! We live in HILL VALLEY!
"Oh no, it is Riverdale...just this is what it will look like in the future."
"How far in the future is this! This is crazy! It's like a science fiction movie! Just look!"
Doc looked down to see what numbers her put in and looked up to Marty with a shocked face.
Doc: What the -- Did I just press on the keyboard at random?! I must know what date I put in!
"Marty, this is Riverdale all right...but this is what it will look like in the year 3005."
"3005?! I wanted to go see what my future would look like! Here, hell I've been dead for milleniums now!!"
Doc: I doubt that long, as a millenium is 1000 years, and you were still alive and kicking in 2015. . . .
Marty lifted open the door and stepped out looking around. He looked up the sky was black as vehicles flew over his head. The buildings where huge,
Marty: Where huge?
Doc: There huge!
looking like giant skyscrapers.
Marty: Yeah, skyscrapers are usually titchy little things. . . .
And some other buildings looking a few years older were all in piles of rubble. Doc got out of the car looking around at the scene also.
"Doc this can't be right. This isn't Riverdale."
"No Marty believe it or not this is. But what I want to know is how it got like this."
"Yea me too! This looks like something you would see in a Star Wars movie!"
"That's true, it does looks like that was a war of some kind here."
Doc: Star Wars? Does that preceeding paragraph really remind you of Star Wars?
Marty: Not really. I'll ask my dad later.
SNIP! Doc and Marty wander around and realize that there are no people around. They decide to head back. Before they can, however, they narrowly avoid being struck by a crumbling building. The DeLorean is buried under the rubble, stranding Doc and Marty. Enter Lex, superwoman of the future!
They looked over seeing a girl walking up to them. She looked around 16 years old with black hair and dark violet eyes. Her outfit was rather casual and normal looking, she wore black short with a light colored pink tank top and black gloves which where cut off at the knuckles that matched her black laced up boots.
Marty: That is not casual OR normal-looking.
Doc: *shrug* It is the future. . . . But violet eyes?
Can't spork that -- Holly, remember?
Doc: At least you had the sense to see grey fit the character better with "Boy Genius."
"Hey, you two. You're not from around here are ya?"
They both stood there and looked at her and Marty spoke up first
"No, not exactly."
Marty: Wow. I'm on the edge of my seat.
Doc: I thought we agreed to not meet anyone?
The girl looked around Marty over to Doc and raised a thin brow
Marty: That's all she can lift.
"Hey gramps, what's your name?"
"Uh. I can't tell you. Sorry."
Doc: Great Scott, I can't make up a fake name?
"I'm not going to bite you, you look familiar that's all."
She reached in her pocket pulling out a lil photo wallet and takes out a picture.
Marty: Aww, look at the lil photo wallet, it's so precious--
Doc: Stop that. And tense change number three!
"See."
Marty looked at it handing it to doc now
"This guy looks just like you! Maybe you're related?"
"Oh no that's just silly."
Marty: Trust me -- if he looks anything like you, he has to be related to you. Ancestors AND descendants are almost guaranteed to be near-clones in BTTF.
Doc took the picture and looked at it surprisingly that was a picture of him, or someone that looked like him.
Doc: Yes, I believe we established that previously. And didn't Marty already hand me the picture?
"What's his name?"
Doc looked up at the girl as she took her picture back.
Marty: Wait, are you asking her that or is she asking you that?
Doc: *squints* I'm not quite sure. . .
"Emmett Brown. He was a doctor a real long time ago, he's like my great great great great granpop, well about a few hundred more of those greats but ya know what I mean."
Marty: Uh, so why are you carrying around a picture of him?
Doc: *raises eyebrow* I can't be THAT far back in this girl's lineage -- though I wish I was.
Marty looked at Doc and back at the girl again
"Hey uh, what's your name?"
"Oh yea, sorry about that I'm o rude. I'm Lex Brown."
Doc: LEX?!
"I'm Marty and that's uh...Doc."
Doc shook her hand and she laughed
Marty: "I heard this really great joke about a nun, a priest, and a rabbi"
"So you are the guy in my picture! Aren't cha?!"
"What? No, uh, what are you talking about?"
"Cause, I remember he had a friend named Marty who always called him Doc. My dad use to tell me about you cause he says I'm a lot like ya. Don't worry I won't tell anyone kay?"
Doc: It's 3005. I've been dead for a number of years, and so has Marty. How does your father know us?
Marty: Must be a family history thing, I guess. But yeah, she was just calling you her hundred-greats grandpop -- she should be getting this thing from at least her great-grandfather, right?
"What do you mean, you're like me?"
"I'm into all that science stuff too and I know how it is with the whole time travel thing going on and trying not to have the universe collapse on top of it self.
Doc: Too bad you know nothing about how to avoid run-on sentences, random spaces in words, and missing quotation marks.
Marty looked back and forth between them
"Hey, that's great! Doc that means she can help us fix the Delorian and get our asses home!"
"That's right, but the car is under the building. We need to start a new time machine all over."
Marty: All over what?
Doc: DE-LOR-E-AN.
Lex laughed some
"Hey, I can lend ya guys one if ya want."
Marty looked at her oddly
"Lend us one?"
"Yes sure, come one I'll take ya guys to my shop."
Marty: She just randomly has her own time machine.
Doc: Well, of course. Don't you see that she's just so smart!
Doc and Marty sorta looked at each other as she reached in her pocket pulling out a small capsule thing and tossed it up in the air as it clicked with a puff of smoke and a hover craft appeared.
Marty: *blink* Huh?
Doc: "sorta looked at each other?" You're either looking or you're not looking.
"Hop in!"
She jumped up in the drivers seat as they both climbed in looking around.
"This is amazing, to believe how much science has improved since our time. Entire vehicles contained into small capsule, it's un believable."
"Yea, things have changed a lot since your time. I need to show ya what all I made you'll really like that. But now, you two need to buckle up I'm a pretty reckless driver."
Doc: The science sounds amazing. Too bad the English language suffers so much.
Marty: I love how she just believes us and we just believe her. For all we know, she's an axe murderer.
Doc: She does laugh a lot. . . .
They both quickly did as told as she laughed as the thrusters in the back of her hovercraft roared into a flame as they zipped off at a rapid speed.
Marty: I'm being buried under all the "ases!"
Doc: I'm more worried about the fact that she laughs almost every five seconds. I suspect she might be very disturbed.
Marty: In this fic? I KNOW she is.
"So, how ya like my car? Pretty fast huh?"
"I like it! How's the radio in this thing?"
"It's great! Here, listen!"
Marty was sorta scared to bad
Marty: WHAT?
Doc: I'm having "alternate bttf" flashbacks.
asking about the radio knowing it was going to be loud he covered his ears quickly. Lex reached down turning the knob as her speakers began throbbing with music.
"That loud enough for ya?"
"Yea! Great!"
Marty: And that's where this chapter ends?
Doc: Apparently. This girl really has no idea how to write humor. She should have at least added what your facial expression was.
Arriving at a huge building she lowered her car tot he ground as they all got out. She pressed a button on the side as her car popped back into it's capsule form and she put it in her pocket.
Doc: Its is possesive. It's is "it is."
Marty: I'm just shocked to see an apostrophe outside of dialogue.
"Well, don't mind it if it's messy. I'm not that much of a house cleaner."
"Yea, you probably got that from Doc."
Marty laughed as they all walked inside seeing a bunch of machines around.
Marty: Oh great, the laughter is contagious.
Doc picked up something that seemed to look familiar
"What's this?"
"That? It's a toaster that doesn't burn the edges of your pop tarts."
Marty burst out laughing, as did Doc when he told her about making one just like it.
"You made one too? I just made this a few years ago. It sold pretty well too. I got a lot of money off that thing."
She walked into a room for a while as they both looked around at the odd contraptions and machines. She walked out handing Doc a small blue capsule
Doc: *puppy dog eyes* Please describe the future technology.
Marty: You are WAAY too calm in this story, Doc. You should be running all over the place to see what each invention does, future or no future. I think this verison of you is on Prozac.
"There ya go, you click the button on the top. And to put it away there is a button on the door."
"Show me how you make these work again."
"Sure."
Doc: She just EXPLAINED it to me. I doubt I really need the visual aid.
They all walked outside as she opened the time machine. It looked pretty normal, it was almost just like the Delorian only the car was like her hovercraft and it was a lil better looking.
Doc: If it was like her hovercraft, it isn't just like the DELOREAN.
Marty: Aww-
Doc: No.
"I picked this one out because it was made from a car and you should be able to figure out how to control it better. This way when you guys get back you can go make your other one, and don't bother sending this back to me you guys and keep it and play around with it if ya want. I got 4 more."
Marty: She really needs to do something about that run-on sentence problem.
Doc: Four?! Great Scott, I know she's a Mary-Sue--
"That's great, but how does yours work?"
"Pretty simple, I based this model after yours. It runs of plutonium just the same and regular fuel for the craft itself. But instead of having to gain speed a prtaol opens. I'll show you."
Marty: A -- what -- opens?
Doc: It looks like some sort of invocation for a demon.
Marty: So to travel through time in the Mary-Sue's car, you gotta go through Hell? Sounds about right.
Doc: And by 3005, she couldn't think of ANY alternate way to fuel the time machine. What happened to Mr. Fusion?
She got in the car and pressed a few buttons and pointed to a lil machine
Marty: Aw-
Doc: NO.
"See that?"
"Yes."
"Well this is a Dimensional Portal Accelerator, or a DPA. It works with this thingy, a more improved for of your Flux Compaciter."
Marty: "Thingy." Wow, she is just so smart!
Doc: CAPACITOR, DAMN IT! IT'S ONLY THE INVENTION I WAS WORKING ON FOR THIRTY YEARS!
Marty: Breathe, Doc.
She got out as Marty and Doc both got in. Marty looked around at all the button and gadgets and smiled waving to her.
"Hey thanks a lot!"
Marty: Yeah, thanks for the weird car that you didn't even show us how to drive!
"Yea, sure. No prob."
The doors closed as she stood there waving to them both
"Doc, let's
Marty: see if we can run her over.
Doc: Marty!
take her with us."
"What? No Marty."
"Come on! I mean look at this place. She's by herself, this place looks horrible and I mean...well just look!"
"Marty, if we where to take her with us who knows what could happen."
Doc: Actually, we do know what would happen -- most likely she'd be a Jennifer Replacement.
Marty: Hey, where is Jennifer?
I figured I should only allow people actually in the fic to spork it.
Marty: *sarcasm* Great.
"Well it's not like things can get any worse! Look around! Buildings are falling apart, there are no people walking around. It's like she's the only one who lives on this planet or something."
Marty: Wait, now we're on our own planet?!
Doc: Oh, I see! This is some alien race's version of Back To The Future!
Doc sat there in silence for moment thinking and looked over at Marty.
Marty: . . . And?
That's the last chapter.
Marty: . . . WTF?
Doc: One of the more boring pieces of tripe I've ever read.
Marty: At least this one writes a bit better than PrincessSerenity.
Actually, I've seen worse than even her. But that will have to wait for another day.
Sorry if this one isn't as great -- the story really is kind of boring. Maybe I should have done "Marty goes waayy back." Maybe tomorrow.
And now to try and write at least another Drabbles88 entry before these guys poke me to death.
-TD: You can't think of anything for Brown?-
I'm trying, I'm trying!
