TO BE FRANK, you were quite scared when you jumped into the portal. This time machine wasn't normal, you weren't greeted with the circuits of time.

Instead, it seemed like you fell into a blinding bright light. However, it didn't last long as you were quickly introduced to the other side of the portal.

Good news is that you know that portal works! Bad news is that you're going to fall into a bunch of bushes and land VERY hard.

You really hope you wouldn't break any of your bones. How can you save The Great Ones if you're crippled?

Fortunately,  as you guessed correctly, you landed in a bunch of shrubs, which softened your fall. You swore there was a branch poking your ass and it was not appreciated.

In fact, you probably looked like Poison Ivy on a bad day, minus the bright red hair.

You felt a bit giddy as you tried raising yourself up from the hedge. It was already nightfall and it appeared that you were in a park.

The playground wasn't too far and it marveled you. The swing sets were slight rusted, there was mulch surrounded the playground, and the slide seemed enormous to you. In fact, this was the first time you've seen a park that wasn't withered away and destroyed.

Despite your dizziness, you felt a strong desire to raise yourself up and run to the swing set.  It seemed so fun. The concept of fun was a privilege you weren't given as a child growing up in Chuck De Nomolos' world.

But you aren't in Chuck De Nomolos' world anymore.  For once in your short life, you realizes something incredibly important -- you were free.

The recognition of your newfound freedom evoked a vast amount of emotions from you. You felt relief, happiness, and alive, but you still had a mission. You wanted to make sure your friends and family would live in happiness, so you really needed to stop getting distracted and sentimental over small things such as a playground.

However, your thoughts were quickly cut off from two very loud and shock voices. In fact, those voices belong to males with a peculiar accent and lingo. You quickly turn to see two boys,  one was a tall brunet and the other one was shorter compared to his companion but had curly blond hair.

You? Still stuck in the bushes!

Blondie was wearing a Motorhead shirt, yet it was slightly cut so it was more like a crop top. He also adorned blue jeans with a light blue and white checkered flannel tied around his waist, and black converses.

The tall brunet wore a black suit jacket, a black Mickey Mouse shirt, and black jeans to match his black converses.

Both darted towards you, looking flabbergasted and concerned. You figured they must had saw you fall out through the portal. Honestly, how were you going to explain this?

Before you knew it, they were already front of you.

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.

The moments of feeling happiness and relief were gone.

The two boys glance at each other before looking back to you. They seemed somewhat reluctant to give you any information, but you didn't blame them. You were a girl who fell from the sky.

So, in attempt to ease their nervousness, you open up about yourself, "My name is [Name]. I know it sounds pretty crazy but I'm from the future. That's the only explanation I have for falling out of the sky."

"Bill..." The brunet mumbled, quite astounded by the newly given information.

But to you, the brunet's mutter was very momentous, "Bill? Oh my, are you guys the dudes Rufus is talking about? Unless Bill is a more common name than I thought. It really isn't in the future because De Nomolos really hates that name, so much that people refuse to name their children that name."

"Rufus? You know Rufus?!" The blond, now known as Bill, exclaimed loudly. It was a good thing the three of you were the only ones at the park because he was very loud.

"Yes, I do but he's in danger. In fact, you're in danger." You answered, removing a twig from your hair. You supposed now is an excellent time to get out of the shrubs.

"Who is this 'De Nomolos' dude?" The brunet questioned you. You had a lot to clarify.

"If you help me out of the bushes, I can answer your questions." You replied, deciding there was no time to waste gawking and sitting around in a bush.

Bill shrugs before giving you his hand, pulling you out of the shrubs. He then notices what you're wearing, which wasn't appealing. Being stuck in a dystopian society, fashion wasn't your main priority.

In fact, the clothes you wore were handy-downs and tattered. Your grimy white shirt, dirty jean shorts, and tennis shoes were at the end of their line.

"Thanks. If I'm assuming correctly, basing on your reaction to my information, you are Bill and Ted. And if you're wondering, the future went to complete shit because this evil dude named Chuck De Nomolos intervened and never allowed your band to succeed." You informed them, watching their facial expressions change from skeptical to shock.

"But why? How can we believe you?" The brunet, which you presume to be Ted, inquires you.

"I honestly don't know how to prove it but I really don't want to future to be horrible anymore. Rufus was going to come here but something really bad happened and he sent me here. I'm not sure if he's alive anymore." You replied, feeling somber and dejected at the thought of Rufus and his fate.

It was silent for a few moments, and the quietness felt suffocating. But the Bill then shrugs, if they can trust their past selves, they can trust [Name], right?

"Well, if Rufus sent you here, something went heinously wrong. Let's go." Bill declares, already walking off to a direction. You look at Ted, who observes you for a moment long before following his best friend.

You hurry to catch up to the two boys, "Where are we going?"

"My house, more likely my dad isn't going to be there. Plus, you need a shower." Bill responds, leaving you to pout at his statement.

"Are you saying I stink?" You exclaimed in embarrassment.

"I totally am!" Bill answers, both him and Ted laughing.

They might be laughing at your misery, yet you decided that you liked the sound of their laughs.

It was like music to your ears.

author's note:

This was absolute shit, but here's an it is anyway! I apologize if anyone seems OOC or for any grammar, punctuation, or spelling errors. The word count was 1132 words. I know it seems short but I've struggling with this story for awhile. Also, I added a playlist for this story, so please check it out!