-1Author's Note: Since I'm taking the day off today I decided to post this chapter before nightime. I love writing fics about Doc's childhood.
Disclaimer: I don't own the character of Doctor Emmett L. Brown. If I did I would challenge him to a game of Rubik's Revolution.
DOC
The wooden crib creaked as three-year-old Emmett climbed out of it. He carefully pulled himself over the bars and dropped onto the ground, landing on his butt. Naps were dreaded to Emmett. The toddler hated being put in the cursed crib by his parents and away from the interesting world. Emmett wanted to explore the world around him so he often ditched naptime.
The door to the nursery was open and Emmett left the room. He never walked, he ran. Little Emmett was a speeding bullet and his mother often had to chase after him in public. He was just so full of energy. Emmett went down the hallway but stopped near the stairs.
Downstairs there was a small brunch going on hosted by Emmett's parents. Emmett peeked through the railing of the stairs and saw the usual fancy-clothed women and men chatting and laughing. His parents were good friends of other wealthy couples of California. Emmett didn't know anybody there. He was often taken upstairs during parties so he would not fuss in front of the other people.
Mrs. Brown walked to the stairway while chatting politely with another woman. Emmett watched his mother and reached out a small hand through the railing.
"Mama," Emmett said quietly, trying to reach for his mother. He pulled back, however, because he knew if he was seen he would be put back in the crib. He had learned that from personal experience.
Emmett wandered further along the upstairs hallway until he came to his father's den. His father had shevles of medical books and various medical science journals in there. Three-year-old Emmett looked around and saw a peculiar device on a table.
It was a classic phonograph, although Emmett had no idea what it was. Curious, he climbed up on the table and stared at the thing.
What did it do?
Emmett ran a hand over the record in place there and felt the smoothness of it. The giant mouth of the phonograph intrigued him. He stood up on the table and looked into the mysterious thing, only to get his head stuck.
"Help!" Emmett yelled but the word was muffled by the machine. He tugged and tugged, becoming more frantic with each second. He moved around on the table with his head in the phonograph's mouth and tried pushing it.
His head popped out of the phonograph, slightly pink from the struggle. The phonograph flew from Emmett's push and fell to the floor with a crash.
"Uh oh," Emmett said as he leaned over and saw the broken music device.
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Later that evening, Emmett was being put to bed by his nanny when a sudden shout got his attention.
"Sarah, what happened to the phonograph?" Mr. Brown questioned.
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