Bogusjourney Stories

"Hey, Bill," Ted's voice rang out, "I totally just had a thought: What do babies even eat?" Bill turned to see Ted holding up a jar of green sludge, reading the label. "'cause if this is it, dude, then babies have it rough." "Ted, they're babies," Bill replied. "Babies don't care what they eat. That's why you gotta put locks on the laundry soap or they'll drink it."

"Ted, it's just an Airbnb," Bill reasoned as he got into the other side of the bed, a generous amount of space between them. "Besides, we have been ghosts before. I do believe we'd be able to reason with one."

"What if I forget?" "Then we'll always have that one last night in San Dimas." Bill S. Preston is being erased from time. He has a month to fix it. As time ticks down, he remembers less and less, until the only thing he has left is his worst memory. Amnesia sucks. But at least they'll have that one night. ...Dedicated to Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves...

I've seen a lot of these, but none quite like this for Bill and Ted. So if you love these Wyld Stallyns as much as I do, make a request! Be Excellent to each other and Party on dudes! \m/

"Dude, we're totally gonna dominate this horror marathon," Bill said as he started busting out the VHS box set, laying them side by side so he wouldn't forget what order they had to watch them in. "I highly doubt that we, as mature adults of modern society, will cower in the face of Freddy Krueger."

You blinked, feeling dazed as you looked to the two boys above you. "Are you okay, dudette?" The boys speak out simultaneously in concern. "Who are you? Am I in the year of 1993?" You questioned, feeling more anxious than ever. --- thank you @-voidallison for the cover template.

Imagines for our precious little time-travelers