"Who are you, and how did you find me?"
"Ah-hah..." the ruffian said absentmindedly. She had to admit, he was fairly handsome - but what was he doing here? How had he found her?
"How did you find me?" she repeated the question, pulling back her frying pan and threatening him with it.
His eyebrows furrowed, obviously in an attempt to woo the girl. "I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say...hi." he grinned. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist his smile.
Was something wrong with the man's face? Was he...baring his teeth at her..? What an odd expression that was on his face! As he continued on, asking her how her day was going and introducing himself as Flynn Rider, she only grew irritated and confused.
"Who else knows my location, Flynn Rider?" she asked, nearly mocking him.
"Alright, Blondie-"
"Rapunzel," she corrected through her teeth, holding her pan towards him. She'd knock him out again if she had to.
He paused, trying to decide what she'd said. "Gesundheit. Anyway-"
A loud whirring noise suddenly filled the room. Both the girl and the thief looked at the mirror, which had a translucent quality behind it. The whirring sound grew stronger and stronger. Wind filled the tower, sucking at everything in the tower. Pascal clung to Rapunzel's shoulder, clicking his tongue worriedly.
"What's that?"
Was this normal? Had the man cast a spell? Rapunzel turned her wide green eyes towards the man and waited for a response, but he looked as stumped as she was.
"Untie me."
"Why? Did you do something? Are you-are you going to-"
"Untie me - that thing's going to suck us in and neither of us know where it will take us, Blondie! We need to get outta here!" Flynn yelled over the noise. The girl's hair was being pulled towards the mirror as they spoke.
She nodded, dropping her pan and kneeling to start unwrapping her hair from the chair. The force grew stronger, and she hunkered down on the floor, clutching the chair.
"Hurry up, would you?" Flynn yelped. "Or untie my hands, I'll untangle myself!"
"I'm trying," she cried. She'd never wanted this! Had she done something? Her hands were shaking. She'd never been this afraid before! Pascal was sucked towards the mirror. Gasping, Rapunzel jumped up and tried to grab him. She was pulled in as well, and then Flynn, chair and all, went hurtling through space.
Rapunzel fell on the floor, rolling a few feet and coughing, violently trying to drag in a breath. The contraption behind her spewed Flynn, chair and all, out, and he fell with a hard thud on the floor near her. Gasping, she gathered the strength to crawl over to him, hurrying to disentangle him from her hair.
"Are you okay? I'm-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" her slim fingers shook as she worked at the knots she'd tied in her hair.
"I'm fine," he scrambled away from her as soon as her hair was untied from the chair.
"It worked!"
They both turned to look behind them. Five humans and a huge white thing stood nearby, behind a glass pane. They all wore odd pieces of clothing, and a boy was holding Pascal, who seemed to be no worse for wear.
"I will evaluate their vital signs." the white thing shuffled towards them, and Rapunzel stood up, grabbing Flynn's arm and pulling him up as well.
"Stay back!" she cried, looking around for her frying pan. Drat! It was across the room, and a tall girl that looked much like herself was holding it!
"I will scan you now. Scan complete. Your vital signs are normal, but your heart rate is accelerated. I suggest-"
"I said stay back!" she was shaking all over now. What was that thing?
A boy, who was smaller than she, hurried over. "I'm Hiro Hamada, and this is Baymax. Don't be scared."
"Where are we?" Flynn asked. He glanced towards Blondie and almost felt bad for her. Almost. She was shivering all over, though she was standing in front of him, almost in a protective manner. The machine behind them made another sound, and his satchel went sailing over their heads. He watched with horror as the crown spewed out of the satchel, clattering across the floor.
Great.
Screw who all these people were, or even where he was at, he needed that satchel now! Maybe this new kingdom would offer a better price for the Lost Princess of Corona's crown.
He ran for it, grabbing the crown and hastily stuffing it into his satchel. Slinging the satchel strap across his torso, he held it protectively.
"We're in SanFransokyo."
"SanFranwherenow?" Flynn watched the short boy warily. He could take him out in a second, standing well over a foot taller than he.
The boy's brown eyes looked excited.
"SanFransokyo! Welcome to the twenty-first century!" he grinned, revealing a gap between his two front teeth.
"The...wait." the man furrowed his brows, staring at them. Rapunzel shuddered. What was the twenty-first century? The building they were in? She glanced around, almost curious, but still too scared to look around.
"Time travel!" the tall girl raced over, the frying pan still in her hand. "It's possible! You just traveled about three hundred years into the future!"
Pascal leapt from the boy's hands and sprinted over to Rapunzel, burying himself in her hair and making agitated noises, changing colors to camouflage himself.
"Who are you all? How did you find us?" Rapunzel asked. She tried to scrape up the courage to sound intimidating.
"Freddie," the boy that had held Pascal strode over, grinning. "If you want to talk nerd, I'm your man."
Nerd? What was a nerd? She furrowed her brows in confusion, but tried to smile kindly.
"GoGo Tomago." the short, black-haired girl held two fingers up in a salute, but didn't move from the chair she straddled.
"And I'm Honey Lemon! You already met Hiro," she had a pretty accent of some sort, and seemed to have a personality a lot like Rapunzel's.
Oh, spectacular. Two of them, Flynn thought, groaning inwardly.
"I'm Wasabi." a dark-skinned, husky male with dreadlocks waved, but he still stayed behind the glass pane, wearing funny-looking, clear contraptions over his eyes.
"Hello," Rapunzel said awkwardly, glancing towards the tall man behind her as if he would help her somehow. "But...how did we get here?"
"Time travel, of course!" Honey repeated before rattling on about some science-y stuff.
"Okay, yeah, sure, but how do we get back?" Flynn asked.
The room went silent.
"We, ah, haven't figured it out yet."
Rapunzel's eyes widened. "I have to get back to Mother! This would kill her!" she cried.
"We'll figure something out, but why don't we talk about why we brought you here in the first place?" Hiro asked.
"What?"
"Your mother's..." Honey glanced towards Hiro, and he shook his head. She seemed to change what she was about to say. "Well...Mother Gothel's here. In the twenty-first century."
"How?" Rapunzel asked, brightening. She might learn how to live in this new environment if Mother was here! Maybe if she escaped, she'd show her Mother that she could take care of herself.
"It was an accident. She's at large now, and we need your help containing her." Wasabi called.
"Containing her?"
"She's-wait. You don't know, do you?" Hiro asked.
"Know what?" Flynn broke in, disgusted. No way were these little imps telling the truth - this whole thing was way too mixed up.
He took a deep breath, holding up a finger, but Honey Lemon broke in, excitedly explaining the whole situation. "You guys don't know it yet, but I'm your great-great-great-great-...great...granddaughter! My great-grandfather was Latino, and that's how I come by the accent, but that's another story."
"How can you be our...you know...descendant?"
"You get married! It's so cute!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands.
Rapunzel swung around to look at Flynn, her eyes wide. "What?"
She squeaked. "We have a history book explaining it all, but we can't show you right now. We were trying to test something out: if fate would play out regardless of the situation or environment, so we brought my great-great-great-great-great grandparents to the future to find out!"
"You're lying. No way did I end up marrying her," Flynn stepped back, clutching the satchel that held the crown. Maybe they could send him back in time and let him find the Lost Princess of Corona: that would be a paycheck!
"But you do!" Honey giggled. "And-"
Hiro broke her off. "But we need your help finding Gothel. She was never meant to get away. Your-Gothel-well, she, ah, she...isn't suitable for this world. It's dangerous for her to be out there at large. Something could happen."
It wasn't entirely a lie. Something could happen. But he couldn't tell the girl that Gothel was an evil woman who had kidnapped her as a baby; she likely wouldn't believe it. And she wasn't suitable for her to be at large because she was...well...Gothel.
Rapunzel's eyes widened. "Okay. We'll help."
"We?" Flynn protested. "No - she's your mother. I didn't sign up for any of this - you took me hostage!"
"You have to come. At least until we get a new portal figured out," Hiro said.
"Plus, we have to see if our experiment is true!" Honey Lemon added.
Flynn nodded, suddenly realizing that Honey Lemon was a lot like Rapunzel: naive. "And what if it doesn't?"
"Well...once you're sent back to your original time, there's a chance you might not fall in love. I might not even exist by the end of the day, but it's a risk I'm definitely willing to take. Who gets the chance to see their great-great-great-great-great-grandparents fall in love?!" she giggled.
Flynn's new mission: Make sure he didn't fall for the big-eyed, long-haired girl. That shouldn't be too hard.
Plus, find a pawn shop around here. Maybe he could stay in the future times, make a better name for himself, and end up with an island of his own...in complete solidarity and rolling in dough. Yeah, that sounded like a pretty good plan.