Yes, we need more stories of a manly Lincoln.

The alarm clock rang, making the occupant in the bed stir. A hand came out of the blanket and patted around the nightstand, looking for the the source of the noise. Finally feeling the alarm clock, the hand patted the top of it, stopping the noise.

Lincoln Loud sat in his bed, rubbing his eyes before letting out a nearly jaw breaking yawn. Smacking his lips together, he threw his blanket off him and hopped onto the floor. Then something clicked for him as he checked the clock again.

6:30 AM, and it was also Saturday.

Nodding to himself, Lincoln changed into his workout clothes, revealing his toned muscles and eight-pack, an impressive achievement for an eleven year old. Taking an experimental sniff of them, he nodded as he deemed them acceptable and still usable for one more run. Checking everyone one more time, he left his room.

Standing in the hallway, he listened carefully. Hearing the soft snoring of his sisters, Lincoln quietly crept over to the stairs. Taking extra care to creep down the stairs without making more noise than usual, he finally made it past the stairs, crossing past the kitchen to get his running shoes.

"Lincoln?"

Lincoln stopped and looked at the kitchen. There, his mother had been sipping a cup of coffee with an open book in front of her. Lincoln moved closer to the table, picking up a banana and peeling it before eating it.

"Yeah, mom?"

"Are you going out for a run?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"While you're out, can you also run to the grocery store and pick up some tampons for me and for your sisters?"

"Sure."

"Okay, here is the money. Stay safe out there, Lincoln."

"I will." Lincoln said as he pocketed the money, before hugging his mom. "See you later."

With that, Lincoln got his exercise shoes, put them on, and left the house. Walking on the lawn, he took the time to do a few warm up stretches. Feeling his muscles sufficiently loosened and ready, Lincoln took a deep breath through his nostrils, before jogging away at a brisk pace.

As he jogged through the town of Royal Woods, he observed the town slowly coming alive. Birds were chirping, businesses were flipping their signs, cars were starting to appear on the roads. He saw all of this, and was thankful that the grocery store opened its door just as he jogged into the parking lot.

Entering into the building, he brushed his hair and wiped his sweat away in an attempt to look presentable. Looking through each aisle, he came across the section he wanted. He rubbed his chin as he considered each brand and package.

'So...We would want something that is decent quality, has a good number of pads, and is relatively within the budget. Oh, this will do.'

Checking over the pack he selected, he nodded as it met all the criteria that he wanted. Picking it up, he walked over the nearest cash register and placed it down. Lincoln ignored the little smile that the cashier gave him as she rang him up.

As he left the grocery store, he checked the clock nearby. It had been around 45 minutes when he left the house, and the thought occurs that if his mother wanted him to get a new package…

Lincoln decided that he should probably make it back to the house as quickly as he could. Securing the bag as best as he could, he broke into a sprint, crossing through the parking lot and down the sidewalk. As he sprinted, he spotted the nearby park and decided to cut through it as a shortcut.

As he sprinted past the park, he came through one area where it was a bridge over a decently sized river. As he entered, he noticed someone standing in the middle of it with a burlap sack that seemed to be moving. The person, having not noticed him, dropped the burlap sack into the water before quickly leaving the area.

Lincoln quickly ran over and checked over the railing. In the water, he saw the burlap sack moving, as if something was trapped inside. He looked in the direction of the person that had left then back at the burlap sack that was starting to sink.

He made his choice.

Dropping the pack of tampons to the side, he jumped into the river, entering feet first. The water swallowed him up, with him sinking below the surface. Opening his eyes, he ignored the burning of his lungs as he looked up and spotted the sack.

Swimming towards it, he grabbed it and brought it up with him. His head broke the surface, his actions taking a deep breath and filling his lungs to capacity. Bringing the sack above water, he swam to a nearby bank and dragged himself onto dry land.

Sitting up on the grass, he undid the tie on the sack and opened it. Inside, a waterlogged puppy immediately ran out and started to lick Lincoln all over his face. Lincoln chuckled as he didn't even try to stop the puppy.

"There, there. Everything is going to be just fine."

"MORTAL, YOU HAVE DARED MESS WITH THE ORDER. FOR YOUR INSOLENCE, I… Oh hello, Lincoln."

While the puppy started shivering, Lincoln merely picked it up in his arms and turned around at the foreboding scythe wielding figure standing behind him.

"Oh hey, Grim. How are you?" Lincoln greeted.

"I suppose you want me to overlook this one?"

"If you please."

The Grim Reaper sighed, a bit strange for one without any internal organs underneath his black robes.

"Very well. Do know that I don't make this distinction for anyone."

"Duly noted." Lincoln smiled. "By the way, how are things with those two you have to hang out with?"

"Ugh, thankfully, college keeps them both quite busy." Grim said, sounding mostly annoyed and frustrated at the mention of the two that he 'had' to hang out with. Lincoln wisely chose not to comment on the hint of fondness that he detected.

"Wait, Billy got into college?" Lincoln blinked, utterly mystified.

"I'm sure that was the reaction everyone had when they heard it." Grim chuckled. "I had plenty of souls to reap that summer."

"Right...Well, I gotta get going. Better get this guy to a shelter, and get those pads to my mom and sisters."

"Oh…Better get a move on, man." The Grim Reaper shivered. "Mandy's time was ... unpleasant."

"Okay, see you later. We're still up for go-karting next week?"

The Grim Reaper nodded, before disappearing. Lincoln walked away, holding the puppy in his arms. As he grabbed the tampons, he looked down at the puppy.

"You know...You need a name."

"LINCOLN! Why do you look like you took a swim?" His mother shouted as he came inside, everyone at the table looking at him in surprise.

"Eh, puppy slipped into a river. Dove in to get him. I'll be checking in on the guy at the pound tomorrow." Lincoln summarized as he dropped off the package of tampons.

"Now if you excuse me, I need to change my clothes." He said as he climbed back up the stairs.