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Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody told you it was a happy tale, if somebody said I was just your average kid, not a care in the world... somebody lied.

I'm Lincoln Loud, just another ordinary kid except I have ten sisters, not so normal, huh?

What your about to read is the origin of me, once normal Lincoln Loud turned into the one and only Spider-guy . . .

Read for your self.

It seemed to be another day in the life of Lincoln Loud, who seems to be normal at first except for the fact that he has ten sisters that all have ten separate personalities and it didn't help that they all live under giant house, a loud house, to be exact.

At Royal Woods Elementary School, Mrs. Johnson's class was on a field trip to a science lab that work on genetically-engineered animals, they were currently working on radioactive spiders and their capabilities.

Many of the students were bored with the explanations that seemed to go forever with no beginning or end.

Lincoln, on the other hand, was amazed by one of the spiders that just crawled around in its tiny glass cases while being surrounded by huge nets of web it had spun. Occasionally listening to the scientist's stories to know more information about the arachnids.

"Hey, where's that one?" Lincoln pointed to an empty glass display case, it wasn't cleaned as evidenced by the huge mess of webs still inside.

"Oh, they must experimenting on that one." answered the female scientist with a dark skin tone.

Little did they know, the missing spider was on the ceiling spectating on every single person in the room, waiting to strike on a unsuspecting person.

As he was gushing at the spiders, he felt a small blow on his shoulder, he spun to see his girlfriend Ronnie Anne smirking at him.

"Don't stare too long Lame-O, they could break out and attack you." She joked.

"Hardy har har har." Lincoln's eyelids fell half way.

"Alright class, we're moving to Section B!" Mrs. Johnson announced to her entire class which wasn't easy because it was basically like herding a field of cats on a plantation.

As Lincoln was about to catch up with the rest of his class, he realized his white shoelaces were untied and stopped to tie them.

"Hey guys, wait up!" Lincoln said, struggling to tie his new pair of shoes that looked identical to his last pair.

Just as Lincoln was standing there tying his laces, the genetically-engineered spider spun a string of web downwards and crawled above the white-haired boy.

"Uhh! These shoes are hard to tie!" Lincoln groaned in frustration.

"Over the rainbow . . . bunny ears . . . and . . . Done! Whoo, finally!" exclaimed Lincoln as he thrusted his arms in the air.

"YOWZA!" Lincoln yelled at the top of his lungs in triumph until he felt a horrible pinch on his right hand.

Lincoln clenched his hand in pain and saw a tiny black creature scurrry across the carpet and hide in a hole in the wall.

He held in his screams as he didn't want alarm anyone even though it had really hurt. He tightened his grip and started curling further and further into a ball until his legs touched his chest.

The radioactive spider just bit him on his hand and boy did it hurt.

"Lincoln!" yelled Clyde, Lincoln's best friend, ran to his friend's aid.

"Are you okay!?" he asked as he saw his best friend squirming.

"Y-yeah, I think." Lincoln was helped up by Clyde as the grip on his hand softened.

"Let's catch up with the rest of the class." Clyde said as he walked with Lincoln into the next room.

Lincoln stared longingly at the swollen pink bite mark on his right hand sometimes poking and feeling it.

At first, he was amazed that he got a scar, showing his pure manliness but on the other hand, he was scared that his sisters would meddle over his tiny bite and do whatever they can to make it worse and not help at all.

What's a guy gonna do in this type of scenario.

. . .

On the way home, Lincoln and Clyde were walking towards Lincoln's house, discussing about the bite that appeared on Lincoln's right had.

"That looks swollen, I think you should get a doctor to see that." Clyde recommended, studying Lincoln's right hand.

"Don't worry about, Clyde, it's just a tiny dot." Reassured Lincoln.

"What's the worse that can happen?"

"I guess you're right." shrugged Clyde, causing his glass to rattle up and down.

When they reached Lincoln's house, did they're good byes and such, Lincoln walked through the porch to the front door. He was extremely cautious about his sisters jumping out of nowhere and did they're usual case of sibling meddling.

"Hey, son!" Rita Loud, the mother of Lincoln and all his sisters, said from the kitchen; scaring Lincoln in the process.

"H-h-hey mom!" he muttered.

"How was the field trip?" she asked.

"It was fine." Lincoln said.

Lincoln checked the living room to see if the coast was clear, luckily it was. He dashed through the stair and the hallway that connected all of his and sister's rooms, being as quiet as possible.

Lincoln breathed heavily as he pressed his body against the door and continued to stare at the pink dot on his hand, he swore that it was gradually growing bigger and bigger with every minute.

A harsh headache and pang of pain on his hand struck him hard, causing him to throw himself on the bed and curl into a small ball.

Lincoln felt his body aching and his heart beating a billion beats per second, his young body couldn't take the pain spreading through his veins.

He trembled in the corner of his bed, he was sure a vein popped or his heart was fast enough to break the sound barrier.

In his mind, the only part of his body that wasn't being tortured, he could hear a female voice echo through his head the enhanced abilities of the radioactive spiders and images of the spider that bit him run through his brain.

As he took one long deep breath, the pain instantly went away as he sat up stared at the mirror in horror and defeat.

Lincoln continued to stare until he thought about reading a comic book to ignore the sudden pang of pain that struck him like lightning.

When he turned to the location of his Ace Savvy comic book, a long white stream shoot through his wrist and hit the cover of the comic book.

He jumped back in fear, making himself fall on his back and the book fall off the shelf and onto the floor.

As he sat up he saw the book and the white stream he thought was there, gone, he sighed a breath of relief until he stood up and turned to the direction of the door.

"Whoo, It was just a dream." He said as he picked up his comic book in his red underwear.

The moment Lincoln barely had his hand a few inches away from the golden doorknob, another stream of white string shoot out of his wrist and attached itself to the door.

Lincoln looked on in terror as he realized this wasn't a dream, the string literally sprouted out of his wrist and landed on the doorknob, his eyes widened

His brain repeated over and over again: "It's not a dream, It's not a dream, It's not a dream."

Lincoln realized that he needed to keep this a secret to his sisters, ten noisy and meddling sisters, especially Lisa who would probably experiment on him or Lola who would tell mom and blackmail him.

Lincoln scurried across his room to search for his orange shirt and blue pants as he didn't want to read a comic over the fact over his new discovery.

He ran straight to the backdoor into the backyard to do some test, hoping Lynn wasn't there playing sports.

Lincoln examined his surroundings, a kiddie pool he bought during the summer, many baseballs and wooden bats, Lily's smelly diaper, a green garden hose, and a yellow slide set.

"Okay let's see what I can do." Said Lincoln as he rubbed his hands together while looking around the entire backyard.

He thrusted an open palm and yet again, a white string appeared and left a big web splotch on the side of the house.

"Whoa." He muttered in pure amazement as he looked at the mini pink dot on his right hand that seemed to be smaller than it was minutes ago,

Lincoln shot the diaper, swung it around like a lasso, and launched it into the big green trash can like a basketball and a hoop.

Lincoln rapidly started shooting webs out of his wrists at the same spot as the big one, making a way bigger web on the wall.

Lincoln thought for a moment, if he could shoot webs out of hands like a spider then does that mean he could technically . . . climb walls?

The white-haired boy froze as he suddenly jumped on the white stained wall as if it was instinct, it was just a soccer ball.

"Hey Linc, what are you doing on the wall?" asked Lynn as she stared at her brother who was currently clinging to the wall.

"I was . . . practicing my, acrobatics? My stage name is . . . uh, gecko." Lincoln fibbed with a nervous grin, hoping it fooled Lynn.

"Okay Gecko, how are you doing that?" she asked.

"Doing what?" Lincoln increasingly grew anxious.

"That!" Lynn yelled as she pointed at him.

Lincoln struggled to detach his hand from the wall as Lynn continued to point at her suspicious brother.

"I . . . uh, used Luan's silly string, you know how she is." Lincoln still fibbed to throw Lynn off his track, he felt like none of the fibs were working.

Lynn saw the strange white splotch on the wall and how Lincoln could be stuck to it, knowing Luan's personalized silly string, she believed her brother.

"Alrighty, then." Lynn walked backwards to the backdoor.

Lincoln managed to pry both of his feet out of the web and tried his hands again and finally was freed of his own web trap.

Lincoln wiped the sweat from his forehead as he stood around for a minute, the boy looked around as he thought on what he was going to do.

"KIDS! ITS DINNER TIME!" Rita yelled from the Loud House's kitchen.

"Okay!" yelled Lincoln as he quickly shot a look at his watch and saw that it was indeed dinner time.

He snapped his fingers as he brilliant idea sprung in his head as he stared at the open window that was close to the kitchen.

Lincoln slowly placed his right hand on the side of the window, when it wasn't stuck like superglue, he pressed his other hand until both of his hands were pressed on the wall. After he got his feet on the wall he was gradually climbing up like a spider.

Lincoln was more than amazed when he was half way near the window and literally crawling like a spider.

At the window, he quickly peeked and saw the coast was clear and his mom wasn't in the kitchen. He somersaulted himself off the windows sill, through the kitchen, and into the dining room where his entire family is.

"Son, where have you been?" His father, Lynn Sr., asked from the grown-ups table that was occupied by his mother and five older sisters.

"In the backyard practicing my acrobatics . . . ." Few of the five sisters let out quick and small chuckles as it was there was a rule of no laughter, something specifically targeting Luan.

"It looks like you went through an entire workout." Said Rita, looking at her son.

Lincoln's shirt was soaked with sweat especially in the armpit areas and his forehead.

"Go wash up and come sit down for dinner." Rita instructing her son.

As Lincoln walked to the bathroom, he thought on what would happen at school tomorrow, in terms of his new abilities.

. . .

The next morning was just like any other, an extremely long time to get all his sister out the door and in order, luckily for him, he had no project to get out the door in all its glory.

He didn't use his newfound spider powers as he needed to keep it a secret or wasn't necessary right now.

"Okay, yesterday was totally weird, I'm able to web out of wrist which is kind of cool but disgusting and I'm able to climb walls! That was totally off the weird chart and I live in a house with ten sisters!"

The weather was more chilly than usual that his mother made him wear new winter gear instead of his old Charlie Brown-like one. It came with a long red beanie that was almost too big for his head, a long-sleeved jacket that a large dark spider logo on it, a pair of long blue jeans, and his usual brown winter boots that was the only item that his mother let him keep.

In Mrs. Johnson's class, days after the field trip, she was teaching the class about Arson and The Event of 1925, which had Royal Woods Elementary accidently burn in flames.

Lincoln sat in his seat, writing down every single note Mrs. Johnson wrote on the whiteboard, inside the classroom was slow and lacked any emotion, making every student bored out of their minds.

"The proprietor of the accidental fire suffered through many disorders like PTSD and constant nausea that came with the intense guilt of starting the fire." Mrs. Johnson exclaimed to the students instead of making the students write down in their individual notebooks.

Before Mrs. Johnson could say another statement, Lincoln's bladder filled up and alerted his body that he need to do something to do his thing.

Lincoln shot his hand in the air: "Mrs. Johnson, may I use the restroom please?"

"You're excused, just remember to grab the hall pass on your way out." She replied before telling the class another historical fact on the event that helped change Royal Woods Elementary.

Lincoln got up from his wooden seat, grabbed the yellow ruler that had 'HALL PASS' written in sharpie on his through the door, and made it to the boy's restroom.

Lincoln sighed as these were one of many moments he could only hear pure silence throughout the halls but at the same time missed the crashes and thumps of the Loud House.

RRRIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGINNNNG!

Lincoln jumped back from the sink he was washing his hands from as the extremely bell rang through his ears, he scrambled to get up and clean his wet, soapy hands.

"I didn't know we leave school early." Lincoln thought to himself. That was until he realized it was Wednesday and not Friday, which was an early day for his school.

"Oh no." he thought even further, the alarm that was set off was a Lockdown drill, a person was in the building.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no!" Lincoln practically screamed in his head.

Lincoln stayed at the bathroom entrance, thinking that he would safer there instead of mindlessly wandering the empty hallways. He sat there thinking on what he would do if the stranger decided to look in the bathroom.

"What do I do?" thought Lincoln as he curled up in one of the stalls.

He thought and thought, he imagined his parents and sisters depressed over his tombstone grave, they would cry with large amounts of water pouring out of their eyes.

While he didn't want to die and live on knowing that all their lives would change without him, he knew he must do something to stop this.

Lincoln stretched his beanie over his head but the extension ripped open two holes, exposing his eyes.

"C'mon, powers don't let me down." Lincoln said as he pressed one hand on the bathroom stall and was soon crawling out of it and onto the bathroom's door.

He slightly moved the door open until there was a crack where he peaked out and saw the empty hallway, nothing to see except rolled up paper balls, a tipped over trash can, and the sun glinting on the floor that was made out of mineral substance.

Lincoln dived out the bathroom and into a random dark-green locker that happened to be open. He sat in there until he heard footsteps echo from the hallway he was currently in.

What he could see through the little cracks of the locker door was a grown man carrying some sort of weapon as by his hunched over posture. He wore a dark gray ski mask that covered his entire face except his mouth and his eyes, a gray long-sleeved sweater, ripped jeans, and dark brown old and worn-out timberlands.

Lincoln's heart was beating at the sight of the man that looked like he had taken something before entering the school.

"One . . ." he whispered, hoping the man wouldn't hear.

The man was walking directly to Mrs. Johnson's class, he taps the metallic door with tip of his gun.

"Two . . ." he whispered again, but the man stops in his tracks and looks around, making Lincoln think that he heard him.

"Three . . . !" he whispered yet again, right before the man stared longingly at the door and aimed his rifle at the glass windows at that was right beside the door.

Out of the blue, Lincoln dives out of the locker and disarms the stranger by shooting two long lines of web and taking the rifle out of his gloved hands, surprising the man out of his socks.

"What the-!?" the man's eyes widen as he saw Lincoln carrying the gun in his relatively small hands.

"Y-y-you some kind of Freak!" the man could barely find any words.

Lincoln shatters the rifle in half with his knee, pieces of it flying all around himself. He shoots a line of web at the ceiling, where he swung himself towards the man and kicked him down to the floor where he landed on his back.

The man showed true fear in his eyes as he watched Lincoln walk closer to his feet, he struggled to crawl out of the way.

"You're not going anywhere." The masked boy said as he started to launching a barrage of webs at the stranger, attaching him to the floor, he attempted to squirm out of the web trap but couldn't.

"HELP! HELP! HELP ME!" the stranger yelled, actually showing sympathy despite his mysterious demeanor from before.

Lincoln shot another web where he swung outside and into a phone booth to dial the police.

"H-hello? Police? There's an intruder at Royal Woods Elementary, near Savino street." He said, pretending to sound innocent and defenseless.

"Alright, we'll be right there." The monotone female who answered Lincoln's call replied.

Lincoln grinned as he climbed up a nearby streetlight that happened to be located close by the school, he sat at the top the light where he took off his red mask and stared at it with stern expression.

Lincoln thought to himself on how he just saved his entire school from this man that attempted to throw off order. He was basically a hero, no, a super-hero like his favorite comic book character.

He was areal-life Ace Savvy, to his knowledge anyway.

About an hour later, the police arrived where they carried the man was tied up in web and thrown in the back of a Police car, his cries of fear echoed throughout the entrance of the school but the officers took it as him being insane.

When the police take the man away to jail, Lincoln swings to the back of the school where he sneakily get back in without being noticed.

Lincoln found his entire class in the hallway where Mrs. Johnson was doing a headcount of all her students that were in their classroom during the lockdown.

"LINCOLN!" Clyde and Ronnie Anne cried in unison where they ran to him.

"Where have you been?!" yelled Clyde as he confronted his best friend.

"I was in the . . . uh, bathroom." Lincoln, yet again fibbed to save himself the trouble.

"It took you that long to use the lavatory?" asked Ronnie Anne.

"I got a personal problem." Lincoln let out an embarrassing fib that made Ronnie Anne chuckle.

Soon after that, the lunch bell rang, finally reliving all the students of classwork and the aftermath of the lockdown where no one was hurt or killed.

Lincoln, after he got lunch consisting of a turkey sandwich his mother packed, couldn't help but relive the moment on how he single-handedly took down a criminal. He thought about doing this more often, defending his school, but how?

Then it hit him, he has the abilities of a spider, so why not go under the name . . . uh . . .

"Gecko? Nah, too reptilian." Lincoln pondered and discussed in his head.

"Scorpion? No, too edgy."

"Black Widow? Nope, too feminine."

"Spider-Guy? . . . yeah, that sounds good." Lincoln finally decided, his new alias will and be forever be, Spider-Man!

Lincoln took out his notebook, ripped out a page, brought some writing utensils and started sketching a costume.

After multiple failed attempts, he finally agreed on red, blue, and black costume that was a little too flashy but mostly resembles that of spider as seen by the dark webbing and the sharp eyes lenses.

Lincoln stared at the page in all its glory and immediately thought about how the drawing that looked like something out of an Ace Savvy comic book.

"This is going to be great."

. . .

After School, Lincoln was walking home along with Clyde where they talked about the lockdown and the sudden disappearance of Lincoln which Lincoln had to avoid talking about.

"Whoo, that was a long day." Lincoln sighed as he walked to the door.

Before he took his second step in the house he was blocked by his ten sisters, they all gave anxious and nervous looks at him.

"What?" he asked, looking at his array of sisters.

"Are you okay?" Lori asked as she went to grab and examine her brother and put her close to the chest.

"We heard about the lockdown." Lola, one of two twins. Asked Lincoln

"Guys, I'm fine!" Lincoln gently pushed his sisters away.

"Sorry, we just worried!" Leni simply told Lincoln.

"KIDS! COME SEE THIS!" hollered Lynn Sr. from the living and in front of the television.

Lincoln and all his ten sisters walked to the living to see their parents watching the news with Patchy Drizzle as the news reporter.

"C'mon Patchy, please be correct for once." said Lisa after witnessing many poor attempts of news reporting by Patchy, making him unreliable for Lisa.

"Today, Royal Woods Elementary was put on Lockdown for an armed male trespassing school grounds, there were no casualties, according to footage caught on camera provided by the school shows . . ."

The screen cut to inside the school but it was at a certain angle and lower quality, Lincoln's eyes widen as he had forgotten the security cameras in the hallway, anxiety struck him as he hoped that his face wouldn't be shown.

The man shown earlier was standing in front of the door, armed with a rifle. Suddenly, a red blur jumped out of a random locker, shot two lines of white rope out of the blur's wrists where it disarmed him, and beat the socks off the man.

After the red blur glued the man to the floor with the rope he shot out of his wrists, the masked person swung out of frame until the video ended.

"Thanks to this mysterious person, the police was quickly contacted and the man was found in that exact position." Patchy continued. "The hero's identity is still unknown, back to you Sue."

"Wow, isn't he brave!" announced Lori from her spot on the couch.

"And hot too!" Lola smirked, making Lincoln very uncomfortable.

"Looks like that guy was on the web, get it?" Luan giggled at her spider-themed pun.

"I like how he wore red, the color of blood." Said the ever-monotone Lucy, right after scaring the daylights out of her unsuspecting brother.

"That dude is wickedly cool, bro, taking that guy out." Luna hollered in amazement.

"If I ever meet him, I got to ask him about those fancy string doo-hickeys." Lana exclaimed while sticking her hand out exactly like the person did in the video

"What do you think, Lincoln?" Lynn asked, facing her brother who sat in there with worried expression on his face.

". . . huh, OH!, I think h—h-he's good!" Lincoln was nervous, but glad that was the only footage they got and how his sisters didn't put two and two together.

Suddenly, Rita's kitchen timer rang, the food she was cooking a while ago was now finished.

"Oh, dinner's ready!" Rita exclaimed before rose and walked in the kitchen, all the Loud family trailing behind.

Lincoln could sigh a breath of relief as he knew his super-secret was kept.

. . .

Lincoln laid in bed, staring at the ceiling wonder and agony.

"Today was a life-changer for me, I can't let these people down, they need me."

"They need the Spider-Guy to defend them." He thought to himself. "But I'm just a kid!"

Then Lincoln remembered Ace Savvy was told as a kid before he came the radical superhero he is today."

. . .

With Great Power comes Great Responsibilty.


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