Yes I know, ANOTHER no such luck fanfiction? Don't worry, this one isn't going to be Lincoln gets mad and the family must re-earn his trust. It'll be different. I hope you enjoy the read!
Chapter 1
"Hey! Lincoln Loud here. Though you probably knew that already huh? Anyways if you're reading this then GET OUT OF MY ROOM! Hah just joking, I probably gave you my journal. Either that or you somehow opened the lock I put on it, or you tricked Leni into doing it. She can be so easy to fool sometimes, but I love her regardless.
Anyways I'm getting off topic. I'll start from the beginning. Currently I'm wearing a suit. Not a tuxedo or anything but a mascot squirrel suit. No I'm not heading for any football game and no I'm not one of those people everyone says is furry, it's a good luck charm. I guess. Why do I believe that you may ask, well I don't. My family believes that. Why again? Let's just say when you want alone time, don't pretend you're bad luck. And especially don't show up to a lucky game dressed like this leading everyone to believe the suit gives you good luck. They were losing for most of the game! How did they even think it was good luck?
Before you ask, or guess, yes I did try convincing them that the suit wasn't good luck. Being outside on a beach day inside a heavy and sweaty mascot suit isn't exactly fun. They didn't believe me, but they didn't exactly believe me he first time when I tried to tell them the truth. That's sorta our thing now. Throwing things out of proportion. Sure usually I'm in the middle of it all and on the recieving end, but hey it always made things interesting! Painfully interesting usually, but I love it. Usually.
So now here I am writing in my newest journal I got during my free time away from my sisters. I was going to use it to draw some comics and maybe write Fanfiction on Ace Savvy, but I just needed to let out some steam. Now that I think about it, I didn't really do that. But regardless I feel a little better now. Anyways I needed to think of another plan for the girls to see that the suit isn't good luck. Heh, always the 'man with the plan' huh? I should learn to wait it out a few times. But I'm Lincoln Loud and I always have a plan.
Or usually have a plan.
So I decided to attend Luan's comedy show. Well more like she invited me because she needed her good luck charm. Hey it was the day after the beach so I didn't expect anyone to have forgotten about it already. Luckily people assumed the squirrel was part of the act so nobody paid too much attention to me, except for the little kid that kept trying to climb my head. Her act went like normal. Nothing happened, she joked, they laughed, she threw a pie at me (which she asked for permission to do earlier and I said it was ok), and then she thanked the audience before bowing while everyone clapped. Seemed like a normal day. It should've been as easy as 'did my good luck help?' and she would say 'not really' and then I'd throw away the suit.
Then this guy with a huge chin in a suit (tuxedo) came up to her. I didn't hear much of what they said, but I did see the Luan's eyes widen after he said something, and then her jaw drop followed by a squeal of delight when he handed her a case. She even hugged the man, who patted her back with a smile before departing. Curious, I went to ask her what happened.
Turns out that the guy had a son who was in the hospital, keyword being was. According to the man, his son was fighting some disease (with a long name that I don't remember what it was) and the doctors believed he had only a week to live. The kid, being a fan of comedy, began surfing the internet for comedians (he wanted to spend his last moments laughing i guess) and he eventually settled on Luan's video channel. He watched her through the week until his supposed last day, but instead of dying he somehow pulled through and fully recovered. The man believed that Luan's comedy and high spirits gave the boy the strength to fight off the disease and as a reward (for Luan giving a signature that was to be given to the kid) the man gave her a thousand dollars, which she gracefully accepted.
If you ask me, the man was sketchy. Why didn't he bring the kid? Luan said it was because although the kid recovered, he was still in no condition to move around too much and was resting at home. Yeah right. Sounds like a load of mustard if you ask me. But the beaming smile Luan had all day (and week) was too much for me to voice my skepticism. Besides, the man gave her money so who was he to complain? Heck Luan even gave me fifty dollars as a thanks for being her good luck charm. Overall it was a pretty good day. Lucky? Not really, I could probably fish out 50 in a month of searching the couch cushions. But Luan would disagree.
My first plan was a bust. So what do I decided to do? Try again of course! This time I went to Lola's pageant. I mean, what could've happened? They always go the same anyways! Lola attends, she wins, she gets her trophy, she leaves. What would my supposed good luck do? Make her win even better? How was that possible?
I'll tell you how! Lindsey Sweetwater! Lola's longtime rival! Of course the one time I wear the suit of good luck is when she decides to do the unthinkable: Cheat. Of course they judges only find out because they went to the back to discuss if they should kick out the 'weird squirrel boy' only to see her sabotaging Lola's hair spray can by replacing it with spray paint. Of course Lindsey is from that moment banned from ever competing in any future pageants. And of course Lola had to have heard all of this and happily inform me that my suit not only saved her skin (and her hair) but got her rival disqualified forever! Of course she won. Maybe that last one was obvious, but I was secretly hoping for her to lose. Maybe it was harsh, but it wasn't as harsh as those rash marks forming on my skin now. My reward this time was a genuine hug from Lola as well as her acceptance speech being dedicated to how thankful she was for me to attend. It was a great speech and all, but all the odd looks I got and the awkward clap (that Lola didn't seem to notice) afterwards for me left much to be desired.
I needed a different tactic or I would be digging my hole even deeper. Then it clicked! If I could prove that maybe it was ONLY the suit that was lucky and not necessarily me wearing it, then maybe they'd just bring the suit along and let me be. So when Luna invites me to her concert, I was more than happy to say yes. Plan with a ridiculously long name was a go.
What did I do you ask? Simple. I went to her concert, sneakily took off my suit, and positioned it so that it looked like I was watching it. I put some googly eyes on the eye holes just in case she looked directly at me. Knowing my plans (or not) you may ask how did this fail? Well it didn't, kinda. Luna was fooled the whole time while she watched the band members play. I grew excited when they invited her on stage to jam with them. I was very happy when they threw roses and confetti (where did they even get that) at her once her solo finished. Everything worked! Except it didn't.
I wanted to confirm my victory on our walk home (as I snuck back into the suit before we met up) so I casually said 'wow pretty lucky day huh?' She threw my hopes out the window when she shrugged her shoulders and with a bored expression said 'meh it was alright bro.' What? I asked her what did she mean and she said that always happened in the concerts she went. She was super excited to have me go because she was hoping the squirrel suit would cause something epic to happen, but it didn't. Now she was more disappointed than happy. Not upset, but not happy either.
My biggest mistake was admitting that I took off the suit. In my defense the guilt was eating me alive and she asked if I was ok when I began sweating. I should've just pretended the suit didn't work anymore! I'm so dumb. Anyways she at first looked furious, but then she smiled. She said while she is mad that I took off the suit, she is also happy that it meant that it was Lincoln's fault (and not the suit) that nothing lucky happened. Essentially it meant that their good luck was still lucky. She told me I could make it up to her by attending her next concert (which was the next day somehow) with the promise of NOT taking off the suit. Of course I agreed.
You won't believe what happened. That was sarcasm by the way. Mick Swagger himself had attended and when she was pulled into the stage to jam (like normal) he was impressed with her skills. He pulled her aside after the concert, shooing away the weird squirrel boy, and she nearly fainted from shock. Again I didn't hear what they talked about, but Luna wouldn't stop smiling. They exchanged emails and he promised to give her an excellent recommendation to a friend of his. Before departing, he added that if she played her cards right, she'd be a bigger sensation that him. If having your idol say that you have the potential to be better than then wouldn't boost your ego and happiness then I don't know what would. She was so happy that we went to burpin' burger where she got both of us burgers. She even allowed me out the suit while we ate. How generous. Again, sarcasm. Somehow she didn't notice the rash marks though. Either that or she didn't care. No, what am I saying of course she didn't notice because if she did she would've said something! My thinking isn't so clear, probably from the heat this cruddy suit has. It's like a furnace in here!
Anyways I sensed a pattern. Maybe the suit really is good luck? No that was the same dumb logic my sisters had. Not that they're dumb or anything, just gullible. I had to run one more test just to be sure. So instead of going with any of my sisters, I decided to go take a walk in the squirrel suit. Maybe break it in because I had the feeling I would be wearing this thing for a while. Hopefully not for too long though.
Typical walk. I went to the park first where the parents kept me away from their kids and the police took me to the side for questioning to be sure I wasn't someone named Pedro File or something. Must've been an adult because they let me be when they realized I was a kid. Went for a walk by the woods where some teenagers playing soccer laughed at me and threw acorns at me. Then I finally sat by the lake where birds attempted to land on my head and I barely avoided white pellets of bird remainders. On my walk home I ran into Clyde's parents who didn't recognize me inside the suit and avoided eye contact as I walked past them. Oh well. Then I get home to find that Charles mistook the door matt for his toilet and I spent a few minutes outside trying to hose off the aftermath. Finally I get inside, take a nice shower doing my best to clean the increasing rashes, put on my pajamas and throw the suit in the corner until the next day.
So the suit definitely wasn't lucky, at least for me. Yet three of my sisters had strokes of luck while I was wearing it and the one time I didn't was when nothing new happened. So it was lucky for everyone BUT me? I kinda feel cheated. Cheated and sweaty. Worse of all was that school resumes tomorrow. I forgot to mention we were on spring break the for this week. Yup I spent all of spring break in a dumb costume.
You know I've been calling it a suit the whole time but it's actually just a costume! A suit would be giving it a nice title, but this thing hasn't done anything for me to give it such a good name! Whatever. I'm tired. Hopefully my family won't make me wear it to school. I don't know what I'd do. Surely they will make an acception for the sake of my school reputation.
They love me and I love them. I know they won't make me wear it. Anyways I'm going to sleep. -Lincoln"
Lynn closed the notebook, doing her best to calm her ragged breathing. Rashes? Lincoln was forming rashes? Not only that but he hated the suit? While she'd admit that wearing a mascot outfit wasn't exactly the funnest thing to do, he wasn't complaining (that much) so she assumed he was ok with it. Besides, the good luck should've worked for him too right? Obviously that wasn't the case.
She took a glance at the journal she stole from his room. He knew her well enough to guess she tricked Leni into unlocking it for him, she told Leni it was a journal lock she bought for Lincoln and she lost the key. Yet she somehow let all of this go through right under her nose? It's been around 4 weeks since the beach day. Well… Actually it's been only a day since they went to the beach, but she was referring to they day he first wore the suit.
A knock on the door jolted Lynn out of her state of shock and she immediately shoved the journal under her pillow. "Come in!" she yelled. The door opened and Lynn paled at the familiar face.
"Hey Lynn, have you seen my writing journal? I can't find it." Lincoln said. Lynn shook her head rapidly and gave a nervous smile. Why was she nervous not even she knew. Lincoln's eyes squinted a bit before he shrugged. "If you see it, let me know." He said as he turned and closed the door behind him. She could hear him going to the room next door to ask his other sisters.
Most of them were trying to sleep at this time since it was a school day. Most of them also slammed the door in his face since not everyone enjoyed being woken up by a boy in a squirrel suit.
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Author's Note = This story was inspired by the FanFiction "How can you forgive us?" by King Genocide so I strongly recommend you give that story a read (especially if you don't like the direction my story will go). While it's basically the same concept, I'll be taking a different approach soooooooo bear with me here. :D
Not sure how often I'll be able to update. Not even sure if I should've uploaded this before finishing a few chapters first, but hey the reviews and likes are like my fuel so please leave a review! Especially if you notice a grammar error, or maybe a suggestion on what should happen. Though (kinda spoiler warning) all the chapters will be in this format, reading another entry with Lynn's thoughts about it.
Anyways I hope you have a wonderful day!
