"You and I…
…what are we to each other?"
It was a colorful afternoon, made even more vibrant by all the lights and graphics that were plastered on the walls of the buildings. No matter where you look, someone's face would be on it—even the most popular fast food restaurant in this universe, Rickrolland's, had a face advertising their place.
All the faces were smiling.
The real people in Times Square, however, were doing everything but smiling. How could they not, when their leisurely lives were just randomly terrorized by the infamous Jackson twins? All they could really do was hide behind the illegally parked cars, the anti-homeless benches, as well as each other.
None of them were really cowering in fear. They were afraid, yes—but it was truly just an inconvenience since it was already public knowledge that the Jackson twins don't really kill people. And now, seeing the twins in trouble, the masses don't really know what to think.
