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“Well well, mister Mcfly,” An all too familiar voice said, grabbing his attention right away. “Strickland,” He scowled, as her face was revealed in the light. She pressed both her hands on the table, and leaned forward in his face. “I’m impressed. Of how many years of work you’ve managed to ruin here in merely a few short hours.” She glared at him. “Where’s Doc?? What have you done with him?” He questioned. “Oh, Doc.” She mocked his name with a smirk. “My husband. He’s in a better place.” 

Marty’s eyes widened, better place? “You’re not gonna get away with any of this you know! Your time here is short lived, Edna. Doc has the plans for the Delorean, and when I find him, we’re gonna fix it up and bring MY Hill Valley back. The RIGHT Hill Valley.” Marty promised, his tone a little too confident for the moment. 

“Ah, yes. The, what did you call it? ‘Delorean’? That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. You’re going to tell me how it works, and where these ‘plans’ of yours are.” She leaned into his face again with a smirk, as he glared back. “Yeah, in your dreams, Strickland! I’ll never talk!” He smirked back. Edna frowned, and pulled out a remote from her pocket. “Alright, mister Mcfly. If you refuse to talk, then I’m afraid you leave me no choice but to do this to you.” Marty started to struggle against the ropes that held him captive in the moment as Edna fiddled with the settings on the remote she had. 

“Huh-what’s that for--?” Marty was interrupted with a squeak, when he felt a tingling ticklish sensation against his sides. His eyes widened, and he slid down his chair a little bit, a smile forming on his face. “H-hehey--wahahait!” He giggled, his smile growing wider the more it tickled. Edna was confused-this wasn’t the reaction she was hoping for. Why was he laughing??  “Hey! Stop laughing, this isn’t funny!” She scowled, growing impatient with him. “B-buhuhuhut ihihihihi cahahahant! ihihihit tihihihicklehehehes!” He giggled, beginning to squirm in his seat. Edna only growled in response, this wasn’t supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be an interrogation, and it wasn’t going the way she hoped. Something obviously malfunctioned with the remote.

She pressed more buttons on the remote, trying to see if she can fix it to what it was originally set on. Now, the sensations went down to Marty’s hips, making him jump in his seat. “AHAHAHAHAHHAHA WAHAHAHHAHAIT NAHAHAHAHT THEHEHHEHERE!” He screeched. Was he begging? Maybe this could actually work, a smirk formed on her face as she got an idea. “Where are the plans, Mcfly?” She leaned in, hoping to get him to talk now. 

“AHAHAHAHHA IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHHAHANT!” He cackled, shaking his head rapidly. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAP! LEHEHEHET MEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOHOHO! THIHIHHIS IHIHIHISNT FAHAHAHAHAHAIR!” He begged as the sensations felt harder now that Strickland was upping them on the remote. 

“And it’s not fair how much of my hard work you’ve ruined today, is it, Mcfly? Think of this as payback! Now, you WILL tell me where the plans are. Or we can keep doing this all day. The choice is yours,” She said, her smirk remaining as she threateningly hovered her thumb over the buttons on the remote. Marty’s screams of laughter filled the room as the ticklish sensations became even worse. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. 

It had to be about 15 minutes of this torture. He couldn’t take anymore. That was when; the ticklish sensations hit his death spot. His navel. “YAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed, squirming desperately in his chair to try and break free. He had to talk. He had to. “OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY OHOHOHOKAHAHAHY IHIHIHILL TAHAHAHAHALK! PLEHEHEHEHASE GAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHA!” The teen begged, bucking his hips as his face brighter than the color red of his trademark vest.