80's Oneshots Galore

23 - Poly Bill and Ted - Drabble - Meet the "Ex" Evil us's!

A/N - In which your adorable boyfriends have to explain their bogus journey and there's a twist! ❤❤❤

Might do a part 2 to this drabble

I'm also seriously considering creating a new book for Bill and Ted smut ❤❤❤

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How did it get like this?

This was another whole other story altogether. They had been gone for a few days with no means to contact them. Then when you were really getting scared, they had turned up at the shared flat out of the bloom trying to tell you about what they got up to. Bill and Ted were there but there were two of them? Almost entirely identical. What an evening it had been.

The pair to your left, sprawled out on the couch, leaving you and presumably with the ones you knew. The good ones. Apparently. Evil robots had almost had you questioning your sanity.

“Just you got to believe us babe, why would we lie to you?” Bill asked and they had no real reason to lie. They were as transparent as a glass with you but why was this sounding not right?

“Why are they here if they tried to kill you two?” You pointed at the two imposters behind.

Evil Bill waved cheekily and Evil Ted smirked beneath wisps of dark hair covering his face. They looked like your boyfriends but something told you they weren't and you didn't know whether it was their crude language as they whispered in the background occasionally or the lack of more innocent gestures.

“Well.” Bill looked to Ted as if they were still debating the very reason why too.

“Okay so, you know about the totally cool Station dudes we told you about?” Ted explained and you recalled.

Nodding but still not entirely sure, it was all rather out there.

“They’re a cool dude and super smart. Bill and I had a most genius idea.” He continued.

“We had the kill programme removed from the evil us's and decided the dudes could help out, they’re basically us babe.” Bill finished when Ted was unsure of how to frame the craziness he was about to blow.

Evil robots? Home help? Double? Resounded.

This was not about the dishes and housework? Honestly only those two would think something like this up. Slowly but surely you decided to believe them. It sure explained their sudden extensive knowledge on historical figures and dates, never mind the times where you were unsure where they went off to. It sounded like some sort of fantasy journey.

A soft, “Okay.” The two stayed close, kneeling beside you with their hands clasping each of yours. It was such a wild ride and they knew you were concerned still. Bill chewed his lip and Ted was trying to follow your eyes.

They kept blinking back and forward from the two to the ex Evil bots. It was unnerving to say the least but there were two of each so you couldn’t just deny the literally impossible events they said happened.

“Let’s just say I believe you.”

There was a small pause as you gathered your thoughts and they hung onto your words,

“Are they safe to be around?”

“You have nothing to worry about, oh bodacious babe of ours.” Evil Ted responded instead, cracking open another beer and raising it with a mischievous smile on his face.

You locked eyes with Evil Bill and he blew a kiss at you, probably knowing full well they were freaking you out.

“Dude, the evil us's are totally going to run us out of beer.” Ted voiced, eyeing the crushed cans just narrowly missing the bin.

“Babe?” Bill asked, turning Ted's focus back onto you.

This was too much to deal with and you were swaying a little.

Eyes rolled to the back of your head and you promptly fainted. They were worried about how you'd handle it and as they gently sat you down on the bed.

“I was so not expecting that dude.” Ted breathed, pulling the covers up to your shoulders.

“Trouble in paradise pussweeds- I mean good us's?” Evil Bill lingered by the door, noisily chomping on their chips and Evil Ted made work of the last remaining beer. They seemed all too amused at the current predicament, lazily watching them freak out.

“No, dudes get out of here!” Ted shoed them out like cats so they could check over you.

Maybe Bill and Ted really were getting ahead of themselves. It was clearly a most heinous act to let their other selves crash with them, especially if they were going to trash their stash.