A/N: Yo! I'm back, and I got this idea from a tumblr prompt: accidental disasters. I don't remember by who, but it gave me this idea so… yeah. Welcome back, me, from Hiatus!
It was just your average day in an average city. The bustle of people, the rev of cars, the shouts of employees waving samples and the like outside their shops. No one thought anything of it. No one thought anything of the brunette twins and tall blonde who accompanied them, or how the male twin was holding the blonde's hand as they walked through a New York subway station. No one payed any attention to the trio of teens, visiting the Big Apple because the girl twin had wanted to see a Broadway show about a unicorn and had dragged her brother and his boyfriend to see it, too- much to their chagrin. No one cared or noticed to the point it was almost annoying.
As they walked, the girl was bouncing up and down and gushing over how good the show had been while her brother read a tattered, leather-bound journal with a six-fingered golden hand on the back, a large "3" scrawled across it. The blonde read over his shoulder, a faint, amused smile on his lips. He would never admit it, but he had liked the show, and even more so how the twins acted towards it in their own individual ways.
The girl had long, almost waist-length hair held back from her face by a headband. She wore a sweater with a unicorn on it and leggings with a galaxy design printed across them, bracelets adorning her wrists and star earrings dangling from her ears. Her teeth were perfectly straight from years of braces and spacers and her smile could like up even the darkest of rooms. The boy was just the slightest bit taller than her, with soft brown hair tucked into a blue-and-white baseball cap with a pine tree on the front. He wore unbuttoned red flannel over a white t-shirt and blue jeans, along with a pair of ratty old sneakers, which he loved (for reasons unapparent to his sister and boyfriend) and wore everywhere. A pen was tucked into his pocket in case he needed to jot down emergency notes in the journal.
Then there was their friend. He was tall and lithe and often enjoyed freaking out the other boy by bending in funny ways with his natural flexibility. His hair was so blonde it was nearly yellow, with black roots. He wore it to the side in a sort of mock-Mohawk, edgy-and-awesome sort of way and had a pair of unnerving golden eyes. He wore a lot of yellow and black, whether it was hoodies or t-shirts or tuxedos, as long as it was those colors, he'd wear it. That day, he wore a yellow, black, and white argyle sweater vest over a black T and black pants.
They were waiting for their train to take them to the airport. Their flight to Piedmont, California was leaving at two and the train still hadn't come after all the time they had spent waiting, but none of them really cared. They were all just enjoying themselves there at the New York station, where a golden-eyed boy and pair of eccentric twins could blend in easily and not have to worry because no one cared, and no one payed attention.
As they paced around the station, checking out the various magazines at a nearby kiosk, the boy, nose still in his journal, tripped over his shoelaces and stumbled toward the edge of the concrete where the tracks were set out.
"Dipper!" The girl cried.
She leaped towards her brother, but the blonde was faster and caught Dipper's arm just in time before he could fall to the tracks, but the momentum put him off balance. A man sped past and bumped into him, making him lose his footing completely and fall to the tracks. He heard a desperate shout of "Bill!" and looked up, disoriented, as a set of glowing white lights raced toward him, a roaring filling his ears. He had just enough time to think 'crap,' before the lights reached him and his world went black.
A/N: Hehe, I'm so not sorry. But just you wait, this is going to get better.