Call Me Butch

by Rizovendetta23

Night's end!

The Loud House and use of any and all characters are property of Nickelodeon and all respective owners. These stories are for critique/parody under the Fair Use Act.

The wait is over Loud House fans. Let's see what happens when Luna's lies put her in mortal danger and Lincoln comes face to face with a real monster. If all of you thought things were difficult before, get ready to be re-surprised.

Ch. 4 Call Me Butch

"The SM Killer… The SM Killer… Killer… Killlller" the echoes of that grisly name reverberate through an unconscious Luna's mind. The slight jingle of metal could be heard nearby along with the steady dripping of water. The lingering smell of raw, undercooked meat stung the air causing the rocker's nose to twitch. Her eyes struggle to open for a few moments but soon begin to separate. With Luna's vision still hazy and the strange sensation of being slightly suspended off the ground, the teen decides it would be best to rub her eyes to fix said problem only, that wasn't possible.

-CLINK- the noise is heard as some feeling returns to her body. -CLINK- there it is again "ah, what is… making that sound?" -CLINK-… -CLINK- "my, m-my arms… I can't move them and my wrists feel so numb" Luna thought as a terrible realization was about to be discovered with a final attempt at moving them being made. -CLINK- again the metal sings which puts everything into focus "oh no…" she thinks before snapping her eyes open in a panic.

Looking from left to right repeatedly, the rocker finds herself in a partially lit room with meat hooks dangling in random spots. Grey-black bricks make up the interior walls; the floor is somewhat smooth, and damp, matching the color scheme. Two carts can be seen nearby along with a few rodents scurrying about. One of the black haired, beady red-eyed vermin notices the female and shrieks. This causes her eyes to pop open and her body to stir viciously, -CLINK-.

Again the noise is heard but this time the source of it could be located. Feeling even more fear, Luna slowly adjusts her head upward to see both her hands bound together in layers of metal chains. "ERRRRRRRAAAHHHH!" Head Banger vocalizes which unfortunately revealed another shocking dilemma. As she attempts to speak her frazzled mind, Luna's tongue makes contact with a solid rubbery object that tastes like it had been sitting in a shit-filled toilet for a few weeks. Immediately shifting both eyes down then side to side, Stage Diver finds that her mouth has been wedged open with a tight black leather strap running around her head.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS IN MY MOUTH?!" Luna twists her body with all the might she could muster in a failed attempt at freedom. "ERM, -CLINK- ERM, -CLINK-… MAAAFANN -CLINK-… -CLINK- AUGGG!" despite all the effort and both heels of her feet being hoisted meters off the ground, Lyrical Lady remains in bondage. "It's no use; I can't free my hands, can't call for help, and… wait" Luna starts gaining some focus "Where is that bitch?! I BET, NO, FUCK I KNOW SHE IS BEHIND THIS!" -CLINK- she angrily contemplates with another fruitless tug being made. Fixing her attention back forward, Mistress Music spans the room trying to get her bearings when suddenly -CLAP-… -CLAP-… -CLAP-.

The sarcastic, slow clapping sounds can be heard darting through the air as the blonde haired wolf savors the moment. Sitting in an unlit corner behind Madam Mosh Pit, her "date" stands to her feet, -CLAP-… -CLAP-… noises are made to further taunt the teen. Grabbing the handle of a toolbox resting near her feet with her left hand, the woman casually walks from the shadows to where Luna can see her. Turning to the right to see the culprit responsible for the current predicament made time stand practically still as their eyes locked. Obviously, the "romance" felt before was completely gone and what remained would prove to be nothing sort of a nightmarish hell.

Forming a cruel grin, the predator begins the onslaught "how was your little nap… Sweet Licks? Anyone ever tell you your snoring sounds like someone threw nails in a blender?" she chuckles while moving in closer to face her captive.

Hearing this remark causes Luna to flare up and thrash like a crazed monkey "GAAAAVVV! RAF, MMFFFEEGG!" -CLINK-, -CLINK-. Her nostrils

open and close in rapid patterns as her ripe melons are ogled from each sway. At this point, the rocker was no longer viewed as a human being but rather a slab of meat.

"You don't seem very happy to see me. Rather odd since just a half hour ago you were dry humping the living crap out of my lap" Murdock says in the most demeaning tone possible. She makes eye contact "don't think I'll ever forget that disgusting, pig-slut, take me I'm your bitch, face you showed as I molded my handprints into those knockers.

"ERRRRRRRR!" Luna grunts, both from being pissed off by the killer's insults and the unfortunate fact her jaw was beginning to cramp. "Fuck… you, let me down from these chains and get whatever is in my mouth out! Or SO help me…" she says in implications that sound like nothing more than garbled noise.

Still sporting the world's most conniving expression, the "girlfriend" states "Loud… you do realize I can't make out a word you are saying right? I mean I'm sure you can taste that used slash unwashed ball gag resting in your chew hole".

Stage Diver's eyes pop open "BALL GAG… UNWASHED! UGHHHHHH!" the need to vomit soon overtook her while nausea made itself apparent across Luna's distorted mug.

"Hmf, not sorry about that by the way" Shelbie turns away and walks towards one of the carts. As she makes her way, the Loudest Loud glares at the trickster and goes back to muffled yelling. Hearing this begins to awake a change in the woman, a change that would forever leave our girl wondering: why did I click yes? Now at the cart, she takes hold of it with the right and looks back to the thrashing teen with extreme annoyance. Returning to the previous spot, the blonde wolf observes her prey failing to realize the gravity of the situation.

Now at a complete loss of patience, the toolbox is moved from the left to the right, raised high above the cart and without warning -THUD-… dropped onto it. This brazen act immediately startles and quiets Luna. "Very good… best you stay calm like that from now on, understood my lil' piggy?" complete malice oozes pass the woman's stark red mouth.

Shelbie lowers her limb as the tension continues to grow. "That look she is giving me… m-maybe I should do what she…" Stage Diver strongly considers keeping herself chill due to the threatening stare down penetrating what's left of Luna's will.

"I said…" another step is made to get within viable striking distance "do you understand, my little… slutty… piggy?! Shake your head yes for me".

Ignoring all the warning alarms going off in her brain and the jackhammer thumping going on inside the chest cavity, our girl remains defiant. Flashing a stern "tough girl" look, Luna shakes her head no with extreme prejudice.

The point of no return has been reached "I am extremely glad you feel that way because that makes this soooo much… easier" the killer stretches both hands causing the knuckles to crack.

The rocker takes a deep inhale and makes another muffled yell at Murdock "FAAAASSSHHHHH!" followed by a hearty -SWACK-, the teen's left cheek is stinging red now. Sheer terror was fully planted inside her as the wolf adjusted herself back. "Look at me slut" Luna does so almost unconsciously to which her throat is gripped by Shelbie's left. Lady Lyrical is pulled in mercilessly with shockwaves of pain erupting from both limbs "AHHHNERF"; "Shhhhh my pet, don't worry, I'll be sure to go nice…" the woman turns her right into a fist "… and" she raises it into the air causing Luna's eyes to water "SLOW!" the fist drives forward -WHAM- a quick flash of light is created with darkness following behind.

"Slá… Slaaaaá… Salu… chi… chive, Shaunay! Did I get it right that time?" Linc says while holding an Apple Martini, his fourth, towards his new "friend" with his left. The vibe of the club was still lively yet also somber with a decent crowd still doing whatever they please. The lad feels a little nervous but also much more cheery since the dramatic fallout from earlier. The saucy Irish babe, who has managed to appeal to Plan Man's better nature, smirks at her "buddy" while holding her own drink in her right.

"Oh, so close yet a million miles awey! The werd is Sláinte, Sl-áin-te, ga it? And fer the luv of Dublin don't be afraid to wag your teanga a bit" Cassie Shay playfully commands.

"I know, I'm trying but I think these beverages you keep making me drink are messing me up. Furthermore, do I even want to know what teanga is or does? I admit learning foreign dialect is so hard for me".

Hearing that excuse makes the Booze Beauty look at Lincoln oddly while holding back a laugh "whoa there, bes keep yer sheep from roamin'! No wey in hell am I gonna let you sit here and blame my best ol' friends" she gestures towards the three different size flasks on the table with her free hand. "You've managed to hold ya own rite along side me, a victory in itself by the wey, so learnin' a vew werds should be… uh, what is it ya yanks say? "Slice o' muffin"? "Easy as pudding"? So no excuses Lincoln".

White Top stares at the lass for a few seconds after hearing those spot on figures of speech; a calm silence lies between them.

Cassie Shay picks up on the change within her guest "What? What are ya gawkin' at? You plannin' to blame sumthin' else for yer failings? Or you always get like this around pretty gals?" she states smugly.

The pre-teen response is a wide face grin followed by a short giggle.

The girl gets the wrong idea "Oy! I don't recall makin' a joke!"

"Heh, oh uh no, ersh I wasn't laughing at you, HA" he tries to regain himself but obviously she doesn't believe him.

"Rite, so all the chookling and gawkin' in my direction is a figment of me imagination! You don't find me pleasin' to ya peepers at all. It's that isn't it ya wee nobber!" the lass pouts feeling insulted over the misunderstanding.

Seeing how genuinely upset she now is, our guy quickly recovers "It isn't what you think Cassie Shay. I am NOT laughing at you, I'm laughing at what you said…" her eyes immediately dart a pissed off glare.

"Wow that came out wrong, I meant, the expressions you said earlier".

"Yea, wha bout 'em? Just tryin' to get ya comfortable with phrases you're use ta".

"And I fully appreciate that but slice of muffin and easy as pudding aren't… actual sayings. At least I've never heard of them so I laughed" Lil' Boss says without a hint of falsehood.

Cassie Shay simmers down "they ain't?"

"No I think you meant "piece of cake" and "easy as pie" but it's no big deal. I royally messed up your toast earlier so… "even steven"?" Linc states as an attempt to ease his drinking friend's nerves.

The girl takes some time to think and soon realizes that her grasp of American speech was still at its amateur level. "Shite, I think you may be on to sumthin'. Tha would explain why those bastairds from my Language Skills class kept pokin' their jollies at me last week. Fawkin' cock gobblers the lot of 'em!" she looks away briefly remembering the teasing as some sadness sets in.

"Yeah they definitely sound like real… cock gobblers, eh but I know what it is like to be made fun of" Loud Man turns away and holds his drink in his lap as old memories flood in.

Miss Bar Fight lowers her glass too and gazes back over as a mutual connection is felt "Alrite now THA has to be a joke. Why in the ever-lovin' Christ would you be the… I really hope this is said rite, "butte of anyone's joke"? I ga tha one correct yea?"

Lincoln takes an "emotional" inhale/exhale while twisting the drink in his hands.

"If you don't wan to talk about et, than jus say so" Cassie Shay knowingly focuses on his mouth feeling very anxious, among other wantings, but trying not to come on like a drunken prom date. "But if ya do… I mean, et be really grand to share my troubles with someone other than me daidi" her voice turns rather soft.

"Her daddy… I think that is what she said but weird she didn't include her mom…" Linc looks back to his new companion with ample curiosity forming. His mouth begins to open as the need to ask personal questions set in but before the words could be found "Mmmm, it wouldn't be good idea to pry into her personal life; best to just talk out the negative stuff and get back to enjoying ourselves". "Okay and who knows, letting out the worries to someone new might be good for my soul or something like that. Where to start…"

"Easy, you can start with helpin' me understand what bout ya is there to scoff? I know we jus meh but you seem like a decent bloke with an above average noodle ta boot" the lass states with her body taking a relaxing position as a response is eagerly awaited.

"You really can't find anything about me that someone, ANYONE, would want to make fun of? Not even what is resting up here?" Plan Man gestures to the top of his head.

"C'mon, so ya dyed yer hair whiter than the Ice Queen's panties, big whoop! You pull it off well enough and in all honesty, I've seen plenty of stranger looks back in me homeland. Sounds like more dumbees bein' complete ninnies!" Cassie Shay states with much vigor.

A contained "is that what you think" expression is made followed by "nice choice of phrase and I'd say thanks for the compliment, if your assumption was accurate".

A puzzled look makes an appearance as an overzealous game of beer pong had begun nearby. "Fraid ya lost me. Which part wasn't on point?"

"What you see before you is all natural and without a trace of artificial coloring" Lincoln says in an upbeat fashion.

"HOLY HELL! You tellin' me tha's yer ACTUAL hair colour?! No foolin'?"

"Nope… not at all but it's nice to see that you're reaction wasn't as horrific or dramatic as the other kids. They were just so ready to start teasing me… I didn't even have a chance to make a good first impression" a sad sigh is taken as the past echoes of mockery swirl around Linc's mind for a brief moment.

"How young were ya when et all started? I mean…" the Cool Celtic stretches with her left arm while the hand caresses the nape of her neck. Cassie Shay's ample bosom is gazed over by White Top, through a series of quick glances, causing the drink to be gripped tighter. "For meself, bein' poked at in such a manner wes new in a sense. Can't remember a time before when I was humiliated like tha" some of the hair is moved over her left ear before returning to a laxed position; this time with both legs crossed.

"Lucky you… to answer your question, I think it was kindergarten when the "Age of the Bleach Boy" began. If it wasn't clear, that was the first name they called me until I was five. After I met Clyde, things at school became easier since well… he was able to take off plenty of the bullying. There were even a few days where I was completely forgotten and had to give him some much needed support" the man says with a smirk and chuckle that were harmless.

"I believe ya. It's rather difficult not to go after someone so um… frail as et wer. Does yer mate really spaz out the wey ya told me? Nose bleeds? Doin' a lame robot dance? Havin' every known allergy discovered on God's green Earth? Christ I haven't met him yet and I wan ta slug im just for the hell o' et!" she starts giggling with him.

The laughter goes on for a while as the mood becomes playful once again. Some of the patrons of the Red Serpent begin finishing up their less-than-wholesome endeavors. They start gradually heading through the exit which some of the club's staff takes notice of. "Ha, hunsh, I haven't laughed that hard in forever! Not since…" an old memory involving a certain tomboy from a well known fusion cuisine eatery flashes through the lad's head.

"Not since wha?" the Red Irish regains herself while her thumb gently runs along the rim of the glass.

Lincoln contemplates finishing his sentence but realizes there would be no point in digging up "ancient history" and decides to focus on getting the toast right. "Doesn't matter, I'm just glad to have met you".

"Couldn't agree more" the last of the snickers drain from them and soon the pre-teens find themselves staring at each other. It goes without saying that something had been developing between them to the point that intrigue became desire, being friendly was now "trying to reel in a new catch" and harmless fun could be warped into a heated thrill. White Top holds with a straight face gaze trying not to give off a lustful signal and same might be said for the Booze Beauty despite casually unfolding her legs and leaning in his direction in a mature, sultry manner.

Linc smiles at Cassie Shay who does the same and then raises his glass once again "what's say we do the toast again, this time I know I can get it right".

"Yer on Flour Man!" she lifts her own feeling very joyful.

Each cup is moved within meters of each other "This time, I'll be counting and you just prepare to be amazed!" Lil' Boss boasts in his usual plucky kind of way which his playmate found evermore adorable.

"By the shores of Morgu! You yanks sure do love to gab! Humph…" a bold and naughty idea comes to light "Is tha what you do Lincoln Loud? Gab yer wey into a gal's heart? Or should I say… into mine?"

"Uh, well… gaw nice try Cassie Shay! I know you're trying to distract me, get me to mess up. Now then…" Plan Man clears his throat "3… 2… 1 SLÁINTE!" the two shout in unison with the glasses elegantly colliding: -CLINK-; the blackout returns.

-CLINK-… -CLINK- -WHAM- "ERRRGAAHH!" Luna groans in sheer agony after being punched in the face again. -PLOW- Murdock delivers a gut breaking jab with her left "AAAAHHHH!" black tears stream down her cheeks due to the eyeliner.

The woman relaxes herself a little while cracking both knuckles; her eyes remain devoid of even the tiniest mercy. "Why are you making me do this? Don't get me wrong, I had to do similar, and worse, corrections to my other… subjects. You have a pretty high tolerance of pain" Murdock grabs hold of Luna's neck firmly with her left and runs the other across the rocker's face.

"Mmmmfff, nah, unnuff, aaaguth!" the teen utters in disgust as her attacker's iron grip is felt; the palm of the hand was unusually soft which created confusing sensations. That fact, added with the helpless state her body is in, had begun to leave severe "damage".

Shelbie closely examines the inflictions delivered on her latest mark. "Let's see… bruises on both the left and right cheek, right eye slightly swollen…" the wolf places the thumb under the lid and stretches the skin down causing even more discomfort "NNNNEEEGAH!" "…not to mention partially bloodshot which means I've been applying just the right amount of force" she says in a stoic fashion as if torture was a part of her daily routine. Luna was unable to formulate a single thought but the tears kept coming.

Adjusting the eye back to the way it was and taking hold of both sides of Lyrical Lady's face, Murdock continues her work. Grabbing the straps of the ball gag to make sure it is securely fastened, the woman states "it appears my silencing device is still holding nice and… tight" she tugs on them with ample force "AUNN, UNF!"

"Yuck, could you quit the sobbing? Your cheap eye makeup is getting on me" the predator lets go to shake off her hands. "Then again, the excessive tears are good implications that your spirit is breaking. Such a shame though, part of me was really hoping you'd last longer". Luna, tired and ragged, struggles to shift her gaze up as the only other way for the teen to breathe is pinched shut.

Immediately coming back to life, Stage Diver pulls to the left and right repeatedly "ERRN, NAUH, FMSS… RUAAAAK!" Her grip still holding firm along with the teen's oxygen supply running out, Shelbie's insidious methods grew ever darker. "Now now… where you think you're going? Shaking all around like a mad woman, you got ticks or something?" Luna's eyes turn zombie-like as the fight to breathe causes her to thrash about -CLINK-, -CLINK- "AAAAGAHAH!" "Let me breathe you evil BITCH!" -CLINK- the metal keeps sounding and yet the faker actually holds on even tighter.

"C'mon Luna you're a big girl, USE YOUR WORDS…" the Loudest Loud's right tit is grasped hard to further the cruelty. -CLINK- "MFG, RAC" -CLINK- "ERNSH, FAASH… NGH" the feeling of her lungs collapsing on themselves made the damsel believe that the end was truly near. The initial panic that made her heartbeat race by a thousand percent had now slowed. If this went on much longer…

"I have to say, it is very immature of you to not communicate your needs to your own… girlfrsssh HA HA! Ooooh can't say that with a straight face anymore" Murdock's inhuman smile made a brief appearance as our girl's eyes barely remained open; unconsciousness quickly taking hold. Using what little strength was left; Luna desperately jerks her head upward in an attempt to free her nose.

The blonde wolf revels at her new toy's tenacity to remain defiant which she admitted, to herself, was fascinating. However, with the woman's smile loosening, this meant more drastic steps needed to be taken for her "mission" to be fulfilled. Dragging Lyrical Lady's head back down so their eyes once again met, more ruthless words are delivered "I'm sure you realize by now that I'm not the one hurting you. In actuality, the stubbornness and pride you cling to so much are the reasons why death is knocking on your door. It's simple really…" she sinks her hand into the girl's plump boob which causes no reaction "annoying, unyielding fighters like yourself don't deserve the gift of air but obedient slaves who give themselves to me do. Am I finally getting through your feeble brain?"

Miss Mosh Pit remains motionless while her vision of Shelbie's cold stare becomes faded followed by both eyes shutting; her head tilts to the side. The Huntress scans over her prey taking mental notes of how long Luna was able to hold her breath and could feel her heart rate slow to almost a snail's crawl. Shelbie adjusts her cupped hand to pinching the teen's nipple which soon squeezes it harder. "No reaction at all… perfect. Just need a little more conditioning before the "healing" can commence" the nipple is released with her arm returning back to the side. "Now that this dirty swine has had a taste of death, I think I'll start chipping away at her mentality before mending the shameful soul".

After finally letting go of the rocker's nose, Murdock takes hold of the top of her head to straighten it. Oxygen seeps back through each nostril but it would be some time before consciousness is fully restored. Sadly, the killer did not feel like waiting and saw this lifeless state as an opportunity to test out a special tool. Reaching into the left pocket of her jacket, a small syringe containing an unknown red liquid with a cap on it is taken out. The object is moved towards Shelbie's face, uses her teeth to remove the cap, and spits it off to the side.

Bearing her teeth in the same manner a feral beast would, the tool is spun around into the ready-to-use position. Madam Music's head is stretched far right causing a plump, hearty vein in the neck to stand out. The soulless eyes zero in on it as another horrid taunt loomed within "I won't mince words with you Sweet Licks, this WILL be the worse wake up call of your life. Rise and be made new…" the syringe is shoved into the teen's neck at full speed followed by the plunger being pressed down; the substance drains into Luna's blood stream.

With the chamber fully drained but Luna still out of it, Shelbie draws the syringe out and gazes at the needle's blood coating in an almost admiring fashion. She then turns her attention to Head Banger, specifically her eyes, after lowering the instrument. "Any second now… hopefully the dosage wasn't too high. Then again, I still have plenty of work ahead of me before this filthy piglet can receive my Mark. You will learn your place soon".

Ten seconds pass and without warning Luna's eyes pop open with a small stream of blood slowly seeping out of the injection wound. Suddenly the teen feels a heavy pressure gripping her chest followed by a painful migraine causing a ringing noise to be heard. If that wasn't bad enough, before Stage Diver was able to formulate the smallest thought, her head began to enter a mild shake… involuntarily. Murdock clamps down on the grip of her prey's skull while wearing a smug, domineering straight face.

The little twitches soon grew into violent convulsions that enveloped every inch of her restrained sluttish figure. -CLINK-, -CLINK-, -CLINK-, -CLINK- the chains rattle while Madam Mosh Pit feels another blackout coming along; her teeth reluctantly dig into the ball gag due to the muscle spasms. After another 20-30 seconds of this drug-induced shock to the system, the ailments vanish as quickly as they appeared. Luna's eyelids relaxed themselves with the right re-forming into its previous swollen state; half way opened and more red than before.

"Welcome back… you didn't think I'd just let you slip away peacefully and miss your re-birth?" Shelbie playfully knocks Luna's head side to side while the chilly stare cuts through the remaining strands of the teen's ruptured psyche. "Only through my permission are you allowed to die. Let's continue the healing, shall we?" the killer releases the rocker's skull, taps her forehead with the index finger and moves back to the toolbox.

Placing the syringe down, the woman reaches inside it and starts moving the contents around. The small racket would suggest that at least 4 or more items rested within and were metallic in nature. Swagger Fan, bruised, beaten, and now bleeding manages to focus just enough to think "I… I'm going to punch my final ticket in this… foul smelling rat trap aren't I? If the wicked thirst or splittin' headache doesn't do me in, then this lying sociopath will. I shouldn't have… why did I… I'm such a fucking moron!" The weight of shame and regret was finally dropped on Luna's shoulders upon accepting that this terrible ordeal was caused by her and her alone. But that train of thought would soon be derailed… or should I say, "redirected". "If that isn't pathetic enough, my only hope of survival rests with…" more tears could be felt emerging from Madam Music's good eye as the stinging pain in her neck becomes a slow throb.

"LINCOLN?" the wolf utters abruptly which breaks Luna's internal monologue. She digs through the toolbox for another few seconds, grabs hold of something and looks back over to her captive; a sly/cocky face soon follows. "With all of this alone time we've been having, I almost forgot about our favorite little lookout. Though I must say that weak white haired pansy REALLY dropped the ball, didn't he?" With their eyes locked on one another, Shelbie pulls out the item with her right and holds it behind before casually getting right in Stage Diver's face. "How fortunate that your brother gets to share in the sins that have made this… "ceremony" possible. The others who were saved by me had no one else to blame at all".

Hearing all this rambling causes a confused "da fuck" expression to be displayed by the teen "what in the name of guitar smash is this sadistic bitch going on about!? All of this is my fault! Linc… Lincoln was just doing me a favor and… and…" more grief, if that was even possible at this point, became evident in her eyes. It eventually became overshadowed by the rocker's natural instinct to defend her sibling like a big sister should. "A sicko like you has no right harshin' him like that! You're WRONG!" she makes a pissed scowl at Murdock with a stern head shake to boot.

"No? No what!? No I shouldn't talk that way about your baby brother? Or is it you think I'm talking out of my ass!?" Stage Diver nods immediately after hearing that last bit. "Humph… you really are a dumb, shameful pig-slut. Allow me to "enlighten" your clouded mind; do you remember that drink I made you finish? The pretty, purple one?" the killer's voice becomes painfully sarcastic and annoying as the previous events are recalled.

Instead of giving Murdock any sort of satisfaction, our girl chooses to look to her left and not make a sound. "Of course you do… well obviously I added a little something extra to it. Wasn't hard at all… although the ingredient took me about five minutes to mix together. Lucky for me Lincoln didn't hesitate to give his big sister's sweetheart so much alone time… and abandon his post" hearing that chilling remark forced Luna to turn back to facing her; the seeds of new manipulation being carefully planted. "To think that the kid would easily break the deal he made with his own sister, his very own flesh and blood. WHAT WAS IT AGAIN?" Murdock's teeth are shown in a way that resembles a savage beast preparing to gorge itself.

Thoughts began racing through Head Banger's fracturing cerebrum with Linc now being the center of her focus. Despite being made blameless for Luna's terrible situation, suddenly, as it always seems to go for the lad, Lincoln was no longer seen as innocent. In fact, everything was now headed down a darker path with these notions leading the way "Lincoln… why weren't you at the booth when I got back? We were suppose to stick together… I thought I made that perfectly clear! You said… I FUCKING TRUSTED…" the rocker's eyes start to quiver "where'd you go?! You said you'd watch my back… Unless… UNLESS" the image of Plan Man's face takes form in her mind's eye "… you wanted something bad to happen to me! Useless, nerdy TWAT!" Linc's face then becomes engulfed in flame to show how damaged the girl's psyche now is; a single tear drains from the left eye.

It was clear that the mind games were taking root just like the predator wanted. "There we go, let all that pain and truth take hold of you. It's okay Luna; you have every right to hate him. You fully trusted your brother to keep you out of harm's way and what does that worm do with it? Dashes it away without a second thought to chase after a red haired stranger! Lincoln doesn't care about you and the rest of your family will never understand the person you are becoming underneath this musical charade you keep clinging to" the fake sincerity Murdock portrayed was of high quality which could only mean Lady Lyric's mind was very close to its breaking point.

The teen's eyes, a blank slate once more begin to subtly vibrate showing the internal conflict racking her mind like a pinball. Fact and fiction could no longer be easily separated "I pity you, more than any other of my "saved ones" who I delivered the Mark upon. I've decided to give you another chance to redeem yourself for all of the disease you've chosen to be a part of. I will remove the chains around your arms and the ball gag from your mouth on one condition… Lincoln takes your place". Life, or rather awareness, returned to Luna but there was no way that she ever would consider such a terrible proposal, right? "All I ask is for one head nod "yes" and your healing will be complete. I will even give you the antidote to that seizure you experienced not too long ago. Sacrifice the one who threw you away and become my trusted apprentice. We'll run away together, liberate every lost soul we come across and most importantly…" Shelbie's voice gets unusually soft "be there to comfort each other in every sense of the word. Choose wisely Sweet Licks".

Being beside herself wasn't even close enough of a description as Madam Music pondered her options; there was an actual chance she might give in. Mind in a fog, beads of sweat with some blood staining her skin-tight purple top, and emotions running wilder than a rabid coyote, a crucial choice needed to be made. "That offer sounds… pretty good and I'm fadin' fast here. Maybe I should give up I mean, there is no way out and she will finish me off sooner or later. I'm completely at the mercy of a goddamn SERIAL KILLER! I've done some dumb shit but… but… I DON'T DESERVE TO DIE! I'm sorry Lincoln… I can't take anymore!"

Luna takes a rough swallow of her dried out throat and lifts her head up in preparation. Stage Diver's gaze focuses on the light fixtures above while the hunter internally relishes over corrupting her latest victim. The teen's eyes close and a solemn calm comes in as everything around is made silent. "ROCK N' ROLL!" this phrase echoes out of nowhere with the memory of her and Linc's first concert experience. "I got the money for the tee thank you baby bro for helping me!" the time Lincoln helped Lady of the Goats convince their parents to give her the money needed to purchase a used t-shirt that belonged to Mick Swagger is remembered in full. "Lincoln you're rockin'!" a recall of giving Plan Man a much needed confidence boost when he attempts to impress a "new girl" by being himself rather than a generic 50s style "cool" guy comes out in a big way.

Soon all the memories and past experiences the two shared, good and bad, flood in which turn into an almost cleansing light. Her eyes dart open "what am I thinking?! Regardless of who's at fault I can't backstab my only brother! I'd rather be burned out by this piece of crud than let who I am fade away!" Now back to her old self, Miss Mosh Pit shifts botheyes towards Murdock that form into a glare. The woman sees this familiar defiance and quickly realizes that the planned out deception had lost its power; an irritated frown becomes displayed.

A slow yet powerful head shake no is given to the predator "Do your worse bitch… I love you Lincoln…" she thinks before relaxing herself in anticipation for more torture or even being murdered but this time, the Loudest Loud fully accepts whatever happens next.

Taking a very deep sigh, Shelbie states in a laser focused rage "well… BACK… TO… THE MISSION!" in a flash she whips the hidden object from behind and pushes it right near Luna's neck. The item is revealed to be a serrated combat knife with a jet black handle. Pretty terrifying right? Sadly, the mystery drug decided to come back in effect sending the teen back into another episode "EEEECCCCKKKK!" The knife is drawn back slightly with a more pleased expression coming forward "after another dose of healing!" Stage Diver's pupils nearly roll back into her head; fade out.

Lincoln and Cassie Shay down their drinks and place them on the table. Still fixated on each other, some laughter could be heard by a passing group heading towards the exit. "I told you I'd get it right this time. Thanks for… I guess what I mean is… I keep thinking you'll get bored of me or least take out your cell phone and start flipping through it".

"I thought I made meself clear before, I'm havin' a great time. You ain't borin' and as for me phone, the cell plan I ga is shite so you'll jus gonna hav to deal with havin' me undivided attention" the Booze Beauty folds her lips in and out with a hidden agenda in mind. "There a reason you keep thinking I'd push awey from ya?"

"My skills when it comes to girls haven't been all that good or even decent, NOT that I'm trying anything with you! I just expect something to go wrong between you and me. I don't want that to happen because you're really fun".

The lass looks away for a brief moment to ponder what she should do with all the info Linc has shared. On one hand, Cassie Shay could just easily dismiss it as harmless small talk. However, due to the crush that she developed towards Plan Man earlier on and her hormones being hyped up, it was clear the girl wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Miss Bar Fight looks back to him in an obvious lustful manner and slides closer. "Is that it?"

L Train becomes confused "what do you mean "is that it"? I really think you're a very interesting girl and it would be awesome if we could stay in touch".

"Ahhhh so you do get what I'm talkin' bout, at least I hope you see wha's happenin' in front of ya. Jus so we are clear as water, wha would you and I stay in touch as? Bes not chop ya werds…" Red Irish poised to take things to the next level and beyond.

Linc could feel warmth coming from inside and outside his body due to the signals his "buddy" was making apparent. White Top already knew that playing dumb was not an option but if he gave in to her advances, how would the man pass Lynn's thorough inspection later? At the same time, deep down, a small part of him did long to taste a girl that was outside his family. Every person needs variety once in awhile…

"It goes without saying I meant as friends".

"I think ya meant ta say…" Cassie Shay gets close enough that both of their legs touch "…sex friends! Don't worry ya snowy scalp, I'll forgive that foul up you jus said" she pushes her face closer in.

"Where is all this coming from Cassie Shay? I thought you and I were having a good time. Quit acting so… weird" Lincoln tries to act uncomfortable in hopes to dissuade her but this fiery vixen had no intention of stopping.

"The only one bein' weird here is you and a little advice, Flour Boy, if ya goin' ta play a dumbee with a lass like meself, ya really should, ow me teacher put et, "bring your A game"? Point is, you're lying like tha serpent in the garden" the tone of her voice was a mixture of boldness and seduction.

"In what way am I lying? We just met and you don't know me so please stop. Also not that I care but…" our guy takes a small gulp feeling even more antsy "you're WAY to close to my face".

"Oh don't give me tha! I know plenty bout ya already boyo and can tell you're in need of some naughtiness. Me thinks a rite, dirty shag is in order!"

"Like what?!"

"Ow's bout the on an' off peepin' your horny eyes hav been doin' to me knockers!? Don't think for a second I didn't witness ya lookin' down me Corset when I poured the first drink! Bet if I was dawnin' a frilly sciorta, you'd try sneakin' a gander at me knickers! Drop this shite filled act!"

Backed into a corner and any hope of avoiding a hot/heavy hookup a futile dream, a sudden rush of blood begins collecting in Plan Man's crotch. The only action remaining is to remove himself from the girl's company but for some reason Linc's legs refused to move. "FINE… I'll stop giving you the run around and yes I admit I looked a few times but I wasn't trying anything! So…" Linc eyes one of the olive green glasses and starts to reach for one "let's just forget all of this and go back to having fun ok? Here, this time I'll pour you one and we-" Booze Beauty grabs hold of

L Train's left with her right which startles him but not in a bad way.

As expected her touch, a near perfect combination of firm and tenderness, sent a shiver through Lincoln's arm before being dragged right between them. "No ya don't handsome! I ain't thirsty and you've had plenty ta drink on me dime already! Sides…" she grips his left shoulder with her free hand "I ga something else you can hold in your eager, lusty mitts".

Linc can feel his control slipping away but still tries to stay faithful to the girls he's got waiting home for him, literally. "Please… stop flirting with me! I already told you that me looking at you like that was meaningless so all you're doing is wasting your energy on something that won't go anywhere. My intentions were never to hookup with you now let go of me Cassie Shay!" the lad attempts to pull away only to find out that the girl was just as strong as she was arousing; White Top was held in place.

"It doesn't matta wha yer intentions were Lincoln… you are here now and I…" for a split second a look of fear, or possibly the need for something that's been missing in Cassie Shay's existence, is observed by Loud Man which managed to pique his curiosity despite recent protests. A long pause is taken as the two sit heavily entranced from each of their needful eyes.

"You what?!" Lincoln exclaims in fevered breath.

"I refuse ta let this opportunity, this… GIFT from above become another disappointment! I'm practically givin' meself ta ya an' bein' sweeter than a Stinger Bar so jus accept tha we both want ta fuck the other!"

"M-maybe… but I didn't come over to you for this".

"Are ya deaf!? I jus said it doesn't matta the reason!" Booze Beauty shifts the hand on his shoulder towards his neck prepared to do something to reel in her prize. The heat around the two became a near swirling inferno in large part due to the come ons or maybe it was the central air being turned off to satisfy the club owner's greedy need to save a buck. Either way, Plan Man figured that he might need to use his "secret", or at least a part of it, to get Cassie Shay to loose interest. A fool proof plan… or so he thought.

"YEAH… yeah well, I got a reason why this can't go any further! Cassie Shay I have a girlfr-mhmm… hmm" as anticipated the lass made her move and in one of the boldest ways possible: a warm smooch on the lips. Moving the other hand halfway up his arm, gently, the surprise felt by Lincoln is short lived as faint traces of gin, rum, or whatever she drank in the last hour or two could be tasted. Our guy gets partially involved in the kiss with the right taking hold of Miss Bar Fight's left high.

She breaks off for a brief moment with a typical smack sound being made and collective blushes run from cheek to cheek. Feeling as though the young man's breath was drawn away in its entirety, he quickly blinks before struggling to speak "ugh, gah… errr, you shouldn't have done that…"

"Ya left me little choice. If you won't take me than I'll take you" Cassie Shay's speech becomes off as well and proceeds to move her right behind his head to gently run her fingers along the scalp. "Not a bad snog either… ya realize I won't be stoppin' now rite?!"

He nods his head unable to fight anymore.

"Glad we could reach an understanding and ta make up for gangin' on ya so roughly I'll take over for now. Startin' with them smooth lips… come here" she pulls him in for another kiss but this one was much more natural especially with the girl's tongue gently tapping on Lincoln's bottom lip. It soon made its way inside and coiled around the other; the sloshing noises cause a strong tightness down below while Cassie Shay's nipples harden like sharpen pencil points. Her lips consume it and tug playfully before releasing "fuckin' hell! WAH… me thinks this yank played "tongue hockey" before! I definitely ga god on me side since he's given me you Lincoln Loud. Time to add some more spice ta our fun… Sit back for me Flour Man!"

The command is followed with this saucy Irish chick taking her "earned" place on his lap. "Let's add "good listener" to the list and it's such a turn on for me. Want me ta show ya how much?"

Looking up and with both hands holding Cassie Shay's hips, Plan Man feels practically mesmerized over the pre-teen's boldness. It was beautiful to him in a way and having a thing for strong-will females just made the desire for more irresistible. "Yes please" this is said in the type of manner that leaves Lincoln looking like he begged for it.

"Mmmmm, you're makin' me all gitty and riley with all that politeness. For being such a good boy, seems fair that ya get some sweet treats" Miss Bar Fight lifts the Corset up and over her head to show the smaller than average mango colored bra she is wearing. The top is placed off to the side and Cassie Shay decides to unhook her belt buckle as a way to indicate the willingness to go all the way. "Yer turn ta keep the fire goin' Linc".

White Top's pupils do the now regular action of fluctuating since being exposed to a new version of pleasure; the natural kind between a male and female who weren't related. He leans up slightly and takes firm hold of these new pairs of organic delight. Lincoln starts working his magic but they were different from what he was use to. Compared to Lynn and Luan, Booze Beauty's were more firm to the point that this left him a bit startled. The pupils return to normal as our guy decides to add a bit more force and yet it felt as though he was groping a pair of toddler sized rubber kick balls.

"Me girls feel quite divine don't they? I'm very proud of the size too. Don't be shy, you can do wha ya want, even take a bite…" she says feeling very good from being man handled so well.

Following shear basic instinct, White Haired Wonder grips her tits harder while moving them in all directions "aaahh, there we are ssshh, be mean to 'em! Ah FUCK! Show me how you yanks please real lasses hah oooh ohwah!" Cassie Shay clearly enjoys the way her sex friend gropes and being so vocal about it only encouraged further raunchy actions. Maintaining heated eye contact with one another, they open their mouths and press themselves together into another kiss; lips smacking together hungrily. Booze Beauty takes a gentle bite of Linc's lower lip and tugs it back for a quick second.

Upon letting it go, L Train responds by pushing her bra up from its fixed position exposing the circular reddish nipples. "Delicious" he thinks before putting his mouth on the left one followed by masterful tongue work. In contrast to the rest of the breast, it was unimaginably soft and felt like a small piece of taffy being chewed on. "AH… MMM… see ya found me weak spot, ooohh this ain't ya first time sucking is it? Tug on the other one… HAAUSH!"

The Red Irish, fully lost in pleasure, gently grabs the back of White Top's shirt with both hands and forces him backwards. The new position causes the lad to move his hands behind her with Linc's face buried in Cassie Shay's cleavage. "I never thought a girl could smell so sweet and awful at the same time! She's so rough… but soooo HOT! Nothing about her turns me off… I should feel bad about this but as long as I keep my mouth shut…" he peaks up to see her flushed face, moisten lips and alluring eyes which begged for more stimulation "those two won't suspect a thing. I wonder how her ass feels…"

Lincoln shifts his attention back to Booze Beauty's unique tits and starts kissing/licking them. At the same time the "booty basher" (Linc's left hand) heads downward pass Cassie Shay's jeans and panties. Copping a feel of the small bum further increases the odds of the pre-teens having sex right where they are just like another "couple" involving a certain lover of music. I wonder if the man even remembers her name…

"So Mister "we can't do this" wants ta go all out! I'm not the least bit surprised… When ya came over, I could tell ya needed me ta give you me body. If ya want to finger me arsehole, ya got permission ermf!" L Train bites down carefully on the right nipple tugging it back and forth while the middle finger rubs the entrance of the anus; a great heat emanating from the unspoiled spot. "Damn tha feels so fuckin' nice! I'll take ya to a private spot I know in a minute hah but there is something… something ya need ta know bout me. But jus admit one thing first…"

The lad releases the nipple "admit what?" he says while still staring at the boobs.

Cassie Shay peers down "tha ya obviously came ta me because ya wanted ta get in me knickers. I mean why else would ya come over ere ta be with the only other twelve year ol' in this joint?" she says sounding extremely sensible despite the anal caress.

"Truth is, it was…" in a sudden rush of recollection Lil' Boss remembers the real reason why he came over in the first place and blurts out "LUNA!"

"Lu-NAWAH OOOF!? Jaysus Christ!" In a burst of frenzy, Linc shoves Cassie Shay off himself, jumps to his feet, looks around frantically and rushes off to the booth he left a long time ago. The lass feels extremely confused over what just happened but that would be short lived due to being tossed aside like a rag doll. "Da fuck! LINCOLN WHA THE HELL!? Where are ya going?! Things were gettin' so good!" she says while fixing herself back up and grabs hold her Corset. There was no way Miss Bar Fight would let Linc get away with snubbing her like that. Hell, would you?

"Well look who finally came back to his senses you horny degenerate! Don't even get me started on how long you drowned me out with all that booze! You know what?! I'm just gonna tell you anyway… IT'S BEEN TWO AND A HALF HOURS!" the voice projects in a fury of great heights that actually caused Lincoln to grab the sides of his head for a brief moment as a surge of pain is felt.

As he rounds the corner and nears the booth, the fear and elevated heartbeats didn't subside in the least. The spot is reached "LUNA I'm-"the sentence is cut short due to the rocker being nowhere to be found or her belongings. The only things that remained were a few unfinished drink glasses and a couple plates of food. Plan Man looks around trying to make sense of this but is unable to process anything. Some assistance will be needed here but the question is can our guy be open to trusting another stranger?

"Not a good sign at all… your sis ain't here and neither is-" another recall comes back "PERSEPHONE!" L Train states in hushed anger as he remembers she was the one who talked him into leaving his post. "My thoughts exactly partner. Hm, looks like we're finally on the same page. I'm getting a strong feeling that blonde "Southern" bimbo might be behind this…" Taking a deep breath, Linc regains some composure and takes out his phone and unlocks it to see a bunch of missed calls & texts ranging from his siblings, Clyde, and… both his parents. "Oh no! 10:15 already and not one message from either of us?! I'M SO GROUNDED!" he face palms with the left hand but the entity puts him back on track. "FOCUS Lincoln! You can deal with everyone else later! For now, finding Luna is first priority!"

Lincoln lowers the hand "Right, you're right, got to find Luna" he says in agreement to the voice but without any hesitation or weirdness. Swiping pass all of it and going into the contacts, he calls Luna's number. A few rings can be heard and suddenly a familiar voice "Sup dude-" "Luna! It's so good to hear your voi-" "or dudet, this is future rock star Luna Loud! Can't come to the cellie right now… Probably 'cause I'm jammin' so hard. Leave a message after the guitar chords and I'll hit ya back Before The Dawn" the sound of quick pluckings of guitar strings follow.

"Dang it, it's her voicemail… Luna, hello? It's Lincoln… where are you? I'm at our table but you are nowhere in sight. You're probably off with… Persephone doing-" the man stops himself before he ends up saying something he would regret if the situation wasn't more dire than White Top knew. "Look just call me back soon otherwise we're both dead!" he ends the call and tucks the phone back. "Not going to lie, I kind of expected a simple phone call would resolve this. Should of known better… especially from what I gathered from your memories. By that I mean anything simple RARELY happens for you".

"What now? Should I just sit and wait for Luna to call me back?" a question directed at the specter intentionally; a new connection now slowly growing between them.

"That would be the sensible course of action but I prefer to go after what I want rather than wait for it to come to me. We could use a more advanced version of the Sight but is there enough "juice"? Let me check our levels…" the lad's eyes do their transformation once more but this time the pupils actually spin around like the tires on a car.

The spinning comes to a stop and Linc feels less riled up than before. Remaining in the changed state, the voice states "the universe is with us partner. Seems like your little romp fest with that Irish gumdrop gave us all we needed. Now, if this is going to work, I need two things from you: total focus and complete trust. Can you give me those? For Luna's sake?"

Plan Man felt outside of himself as he could not begin to fathom what was going on. Had the pre-teen lost his mind? Did his overzealous imagination go haywire? Maybe Linc had too much to drink, passed out at some point and was having a crazy dream? Either way, his gut was telling him to follow this feeling "yes… for Luna" with that, the "requirements" were met.

"Excellent partner, a little warning: what you are about to see will be beyond your understanding. Above all, don't freak out…" in an instant, everything around Lincoln becomes unusually still and quiet like before but now two shadowy-like figures form near the lad. They appear to be the same height and build as Luna and her date from what he could remember. Trying to remain calm like the entity instructed, Plan Man holds the gaze and can see them performing some movements. A red pathway soon constructs at their feet and leads toward a side door nearby, the figures walk the path.

Linc moves with them only a few steps behind and pauses after seeing the figures go through the door. On the verge of continuing the pursuit, things were cut abruptly short by "someone" pushing the man from behind and almost causing his face to kiss the floor. Catching his balance, L Train looks up to see everything had returned to normal not to mention the revert of both pupils. "What happened?!" he says in a slight panic completely unaware of the pissed off chick behind him.

"Ya threw me on me arse after groping and suckin' me tits ya Yankee MAC SOITH! Now turn the fook around and explain yerself before me boots hav a violent meetin' with yer nut sack!" Cassie Shay threatens.

"Speak of the devil, if it isn't the girl who was responsible for our recent energy re-charge. Oh and to answer your question little Miss Sucker Kiss just disrupted the level of focus needed to keep the Tracer's Eye active! I can set it back up but I'll need a minute. Do something, or rather anything, to get her to go away because one more interruption like that and I will not be able to help you" the entity re-prepares while Lincoln turns around trying to formulate a clever thought.

"Cassie… uh I um… Cassie Shay I can explain just-"

"Who the fuck is Luna?!"

"What?"

"Before ya sent me on me rear end, breasts out mind ya, you screamed the name Luna! Is she yer little girlfriend ya tried mentionin' before?!" Booze Beauty darts at him with a look of angry/jealousy.

"No I was talking about…" White Top catches himself from saying more than he should and knocks his head side to side. Noticing how upset the girl is, Linc tries to think of something fast and blurts out "I'm… I am sorry! I didn't mean to push you like that while we were… messing about! It sort of just happened and, and…"

Turning both hands into fists, she cuts him off again "SORRY?! Fuck that! Fuck you! Answer me question before I beat the shite out of ya!"

The lad takes a solemn breath "my older sister… Luna is my older sister".

"BULLSHITE!"

"I'm not making this up Cassie Shay! The both of us came here together along with her date" he states in the calmest way possible.

"If tha is true, which me gut tells me isn't, then why haven't I heard ya mention tha name before? You and I've been gabbin' and drownin' our livers for ova two GODDAMN HOURS!"

Lincoln is left momentarily shocked over this reveal "Hate to say I told you so but… yeah. Nearly done with the prep so wrap it up!" Shaking off the partial guilt and shame of completely forgetting about his sister for such a long period of time, Plan Man gets even more determined to make up for his failings. Hopefully it isn't too late…

"I didn't talk about her because we got into a fight earlier and long story short I wound up using… no I let my emotions get the better of me and I chose not to watch out for Luna like I promised. I FUCKED UP royally okay!? And now I've hurt you in the worse way possible!" the words Linc spoke so confidently were able to quell Red Irish's boiling rage as she begins to calm herself. Her fists un-clench along with a decent amount of empathy being instilled within "there is no excuse for what I've done and I am not going to try to make one. I don't expect nor want your forgiveness Cassie Shay so go ahead and beat me senseless" both arms are moved out to make himself more defenseless.

The lass stares at him trying to find the words to say but she just felt bad for her new friend, associate… playmate? She squints with a measured intensity as a vague memory flashes through Miss Bar Fight's mind too quick to examine. "Put yer arms back to yer sides Lincoln… and take out yer cell phone…"

Linc does so wondering if she planned to destroy it as a way to get back at him but that thought soon became invalid when Cassie Shay takes out her own. "Unlock it and go into yer contacts; enter these numbers…"

The instructions are followed "Cassie Shay, why are you doing this?" L Train says feeling not only confused but even lousier than before.

She looks down at her phone, unlocks it and softly states "give me yer number Flour Man…"

"Take my advice partner and just go with it. I think I know what is going on here but it isn't for me to say. Two percent remaining…"

Lincoln sighs and keeps the trust strong by following the voice's "sage" wisdom despite still feeling off about the whole thing. "Alright, here it is".

The digits are entered; Booze Beauty puts her device away in her pocket and re-establishes eye contact. "You'll be hearin' from me real soon boyo and if ya want me ta forgive ya, best answer me call immediately…" she turns around and looks over her right shoulder "I'm leavin' for home now. Go find yer sis and don't make a mess of things again. Slán, Lincoln Loud" the girl turns her head forward with part of the long red hair being taken by the wind and walks off.

Disappearing into the last remnants of a crowd and then completely out of sight, our guy puts his phone away, closes his eyes tightly and spins back towards the door. "I know things are getting more complicated for you but somewhere down the road all of this will connect together. Ready on my end so shall we continue the search?" Lincoln opens his eyes and the ocular change has already come in. Following the red path, going through this exit and peering down the less than sanitary hallway, the shadow clones can be seen ahead.

"Why would they come down here?" Linc thought to himself as the door shuts behind but no sound is heard. Following them but far less out of place then before, quick observations are taken of how disgusting the area is. "Your guess is as good as mine but it is rather strange how one large part of the club is so well kept and this hallway is covered from end to end in discarded wrappers, broken bottles… and I hope and pray those colorful stains to your left aren't what I think they are" the voice states feeling like it was on the verge of throwing up. That is of course if it had a stomach.

"The rainbow of smells I'm picking up all around me would suggest your assumptions to be fairly close" he holds his nose with his right as the tracking leads around a few corners with one figure ahead of the other. "The only thing bothering me more than the smell is the fact I can't tell who is who. How do you know it is even them?"

"It is hard to explain with this level of a connection between us but let's just say… I can feel them, their energy is undeniable especially Luna's. Trust me partner, if I had money I'd bet it all on the chance that one of them is your sister. Wait looks like they've stopped. Hang back a little and keep up the focus, this might be important". Lincoln takes notice of them and to him it appears they are speaking about something but suddenly it appears one figure moved, or forced, the other against the wall. Seeing this leaves him even more confused then before due to the lack of audio coming from either of them.

"I don't get it. What is going on? Did Luna and Persephone get into a fight?" continuation of the movement reveals that both of them were getting closer to one another as if to display a sign of affection. "Uggah looks like I worried for nothing".Linc moves his eyes to the right out of disgust and jealously, one more than the other "There is no way I'm watching them make-"

"LINCOLN LOOK ALIVE!"

Our guy snaps his attention back forward just in time to see one of the shadows drop to the ground with the other standing over in an unusual manner. More confusion seeps in with equal amounts of worry returning "If they did have a fight… there's the winner. You can feel it can't you partner? The shift in the air, the tightness gripping your heart... I think Luna is in danger…" the partners watch as a few seconds pass then the one standing picks up the shade on the ground, which is then thrown over its shoulder in a carrying fashion. Moving on, it picks up a medium size object, maybe a purse, and moves further down the hall.

"Luna…" a tear forms in White Top's left eye and falls down. A sense of unbridled rage sets in, the tear is wiped away followed by a pissed-beyond-all-measured look centered on that wicked shadow. Exhaling in a rough way, Plan Man continues on in hurried steps which eventually bring this little hunt to another door which was kicked open by it. The figure moves through and Lincoln shoves the door open to see the vision heading down a stairwell at a moderate pace.

"It appears we are outside the club, in the alleyway. Watch your step… the ground looks wet" the red path runs off the steps and continues to the building next door. A small sliver splits off and connects to a manhole cover not too far away. Linc follows but this time is basically right next to the shades. The one walking now identified as Persie a.k.a Shelbie due to a sudden flash of light showing it to be her, stops near the manhole. She bends down and places the other on the ground as the same effect shows it was Luna sleeping heavily.

The woman grabs hold of the smaller object and lifts the cover with her left. Again the flash reveals it to be none other than… Luna's handbag. She throws it down the hole and slams the lid. Taking a brief moment to stretch, "Summers' picks the teen back up eventually returning to the path and coming in front of a heavy metal doorway. She forces it open with ease and goes through heading to wherever this liar wants.

Since the door was still shut on his end, L Train doesn't hesitate to follow like the tracker he was becoming except -THUD- it wouldn't budge. The man tries again but still not the slightest movement. He scans the entry over and notices there was no handle so Lincoln goes back to pushing against it with each shove getting more aggressive. "Shit it looks like it might be locked from the inside by that bitch. I knew from the start she couldn't be trusted and what is worse you… You know what? It doesn't matter at all. Lincoln we should find another way inside because that door -THUD- isn't budging".

"No, you saw what I saw. -THUD- there's no time! I have to get to her now! -THUD-, -THUD-, -THUD- I can get through this I just… -THUD- need… -THUD- TO MAN UP! GAHHH! -THUD- RAWWWAAGATH!"

"This might be a terrible move but fuck it… here is an extra shot for you" soon the immovable object began to slowly push inward bit by bit until –CRACK-.

"What the- How!?"

"Keep going partner! Nothing can stop us now so PUSH! HAAAAHHH!"

"HAAAAHHH!" -CRACK-… -CRACK- with the near godlike strength flowing through the lad, his fingers actually manage to dig into the metal until the last push breaks the bolted latch on the other side and it swings wide open. The racket it makes was loud and echoed far enough to cause the blonde wolf to look over her right shoulder towards the twin double doors cloaked in darkness. At the same time the convulsion of Stage Diver was just about over "was that the… nah I'm sure it was nothing. It would take nothing less than 2 pounds of C4 to get pass that metallic beast" she turns back to Luna who was basically teetering between life and death. "Sweet Licks, time to join my saved…"

There was no light at all ahead of them but the red path now admitted a luminescent glow that not only showed the killer moving further within but also how unkempt the place was. Linc lowers his hands and steps inside to continue the pursuit "The word abandoned doesn't quite sum up this place. The layers of dust…"

"Cobwebs on top of more cobwebs…"

A few animals, small and furry, dart pass them which took no effort to identify "RATS!?"

"Literally… A condemned building in every sense of the term and a perfect place to…" the voice's pause makes Lincoln stop cold "we need to hurry… NOW!"

"LUNA!" White Top sprints on shattering the shades into pieces as the pathway extends at a much faster rate. An unknown number of twists and turns are taken by the team with the only sound that could be heard was the jackhammer impacts of his heart. Finally the new ability brings the hunt to its conclusion as Linc stops near a pair of twin double doors. A very small but thin crack lies between them that was just wide enough to be peered through. For whatever reason, the desire to shove these much lighter doors was not felt. Instead, he shuts down his left eye and moves his face right near the opening.

In an instant, despite the poor lighting, he sees Luna but the horrid state she was in broke Lincoln's focus in half. The revert took hold, his body began to tremble, and like how the rocker has been for an unknown period of time, our guy felt bound in place. The predator comes into view from the left side tossing what looks like a knife up and down in a playful manner.

The tossing soon ends before Shelbie steps in front of the captive, grabs hold of the teen's head and pulls her forward with the blade raised from the right side. "But first, I'm going to have my fun with you the only way that is appropriate" the remorseless eyes meet the dead eyes with high tension "without the slightest bit of respect!" Murdock takes hold of the top and slices it open from the bottom up causing Luna's sweaty bosom to be fully exposed. All she managed to do was breathe at rapid speeds as the woman steps over to the cart to place the weapon on it.

Unable to hear a word, Linc continues just watching rather than taking any form of action. Shelbie steps behind Stage Diver "I'll just take you from behind and grab me some of these saggy, lop sided meat bags you call breasts!" she grips them with a large amount of force causing the teen to stir and pant but with very low energy. "It isn't fair that you're bigger than me! You don't deserve a body like this you pathetic SWINE! Worthless waste of a life!" she spits in her left ear while squeezing and tugging; the discomfort fully evident on Lady Lyric's face. "Let's take a bite out of this salty piece of pork!"

"ERRRRARRAGHHH!" Luna groans at the top of her lungs due to the monster actually sinking her teeth into the female's left side shoulder. She unhooks, spits out the blood, and runs her tongue on the mark then licks the neck spreading the ooze like butter on toast. "URNNNN, AAAAHH!" Madam Music cries out while the sadistic toying carries on "I OWN YOU… EVERY PART OF YOU IS MY PROPERTY! Especially this…" using her right hand the hunter reaches down for Luna's checkered skirt and tears at it little by little as the faint sound of the fabric becoming undone could be heard. "HERMMF!" -ZZZSH- the clothing comes off putting the wet snow white panties on full display… for a greatly disturbed Lincoln.

"Son of a bitch, that blonde haired fuck is violating her! We need to go for help agreed?! Partner?" seconds race by but no answer is given "Hello?! Lincoln?! Why aren't you moving?" more time passes as Plan Man stares closely at the sight of one of his big sisters being taken advantage of. Watching everything, the blood, the bruises, the chains, and the strange object wrapped around Luna's skull… Murdock's right hand forcibly pushing its way inside the Loudest Loud's underwear… "Answer me! What are you doing just watching this shit!? That's your sister in there!" still no response not even a flinch.

It was clear that seeing Luna, squirming and crying, "Persie" whispering who knows what into her prey's ear and digging all ten fingers as far in as possible made him severely dumbfounded. After forcing Madam Music's lower half to jerk backwards, L Train had the dishonor to see a clear fluid drain outside the undies and down both legs. He already knew fully well what that liquid is.

"Why the hell are we playing the "ignoring game" again?! Unless…" the voice lingers about for a split second "dang it you're resisting our connection! Pull it together partner! I know what you are seeing right now hurts immensely… for Christ sake I can feel it in full force but if you don't do something soon you'll end up seeing Luna in her FINAL MOMENTS!"

"NEXT!"the killer rips her hands away, shakes the right carefreely and walks out of view. Suddenly -CLINK- the chain holding the teen up shifts. -CLINK-, -CLINK- the prisoner falls to her knees then unto the cold, disgusting floor. Shelbie comes back "you said something earlier about giving me your first time right?!" she takes hold of Luna's neck with her left while the other wraps around the torso. "RIGHT so that means no one can deny me what is mine!" she tosses the girl forward with ease which leaves her sprawled out on her stomach; grime and dirt staining the already tainted flesh.

"Errnn" the rocker faintly utters with no strength left in her body.

The predator steps over to the toolbox, reaches inside it "this will do" a short black cylindrical object is taken out and placed in her right as the woman moves to Luna's legs. Using her foot "spread them" she parts Head Banger's legs and drags her upward by the hip. Shelbie moves the panties aside exposing Luna's moisten snatch "not a bad color… looks so healthy too. Shame…" she presses a small button on the tool, flicks her wrist and more of it extends out; roughly the same length as a ruler. "You ever hear of the phrase "bleeding like a stuck pig"?" the item is aimed towards the pussy "No? Well, it's you… now bleed PIGGY!"

Still frozen in fear and mind stuck in a clouded haze, Lincoln watched on as Luna's insides were shoved in inch by inch, layer to layer. Any person would figure seeing one of your loved ones with their eyes popped open, tears and mucus streaming down to the chin would cause some semblance of a reaction but no change. More blood comes out from the teen's vagina with most of the rod being crammed in place.

Murdock lets it go and pushes the girl's arched backside back down. "Congratulations Sweet Licks, you're no longer a child. Now all that's left is the Mark…" she props herself back up while bearing her teeth like the feral beast she truly was. Shelbie goes for the knife and sits on Lyric Lady's lower back while twirling it in her left hand. The other is slammed on her upper back moving from side to side repeatedly "every part of you was so smooth, so unspoiled so… FAKE". The rubbing ceases and the hand is moved to the back of her skull with an ungodly firm grip "don't fret; I will make you true… Luna Marie Loud… feel comfort that you are about to transcend this false form and let the embrace of True Pain raise you beyond yourself! You are welcome..."

The killer drives the blade into Head Banger's skin not too deep to cause any severe damage but just enough to leave a lasting reminder of what has happened. "NNURGH!" the urge to thrash about is suppressed by the woman's full weight even though she weighed not that much. Dragging the knife slow and steady "AAAHHHH, MAFFF… HAAAGUUSH!" further and further it goes as the newfound agony causes ferocious trembling. The last curve is soon made "halfway there… Let's finish it up girl! Quitting is for the Damned!" Murdock moves the weapon meters to the right of where it was and starts to make a new motion. Unlike the first engraving, this new one was met with no resistance or reaction apart from the level of trauma being re-introduced; forcing the little rockstar into unconsciousness.

A few more drags are etched in and there the signature is formed: S… M… "Beautiful! Simple yet so powerful!" The wolf let's go of Luna's head causing it to sag to the right and stands to her feet; stepping sideways. "Now… should I slice your neck open or would a simple twist and snap suffice?" the knife is dropped "decisions, decisions". Murdock brushes both hands together sarcastic-like while wearing a stoic expression.

Upon finishing the action, the sound of those double doors flying open is heard which draws the Savior's attention forward. Slowly Lincoln steps from the darkness and just stares over the woman he thought he knew. Murdock moves forward slightly standing in front of Luna and takes a solemn breath "this is exactly what it looks like Lincoln. How did things go with that… red haired gumdrop I sent you to? Did you get that nibble?"

"What exactly is the plan here?! For fuck's sake you stand around like a statue this whole time and then you burst into the room out of nowhere looking like a deer in headlights! You need to work with me and go for help!"

White Top carries on gazing "let's not beat around the bush here kid. I'm assuming you saw enough of what I did to your worthless sister which means I can't let you leave this room alive…" the hunter unzips her jacket, pulls it off gradually and then flings it behind. She spreads both arms to reveal an assortment of tattoos running all the way up to both shoulders but what stood out among them were the words C-L-E-A-N-S-E A-L-L; one word per arm. "Now… I can make this fast or it can last until morning. What's it gonna be?!"

Linc blinks and fidgets for a handful of seconds while a deep-seeded scowl comes across his flushed face.

"WELL?!" Murdock yells at him.

"RRRRRRRAAAAAWWWW!" the lad yells at the top of his lungs and charges full speed at her.

"You have got to be shitting me! A frontal assault?!"

-WHAM- Shelbie smacks him backwards with her left. While on the ground and with a deafening buzzing noise bouncing around his skull, he sees the monster coming towards him. With not enough time to recover, she takes him by the throat, lifts Lincoln up and pins him to a wall. He grips her arm tightly "ERH" "Not gonna lie, I'm glad you went in this direction!" -WHAM- her right fist connects to his face "not everyday I get two for one!" -WHAM- "AGH!" -WHAM- a bit of blood drips from the corner of his mouth. "SO WEAK!" Murdock throws Plan Man to the center of the room on his back.

The dangling of the meat hooks from above was nothing compared to the wetness seeping into Linc's clothes. In an instance the recall of a past dream is remembered…

"LINCOLN! I know you can hear me! Say it! Say the words! You need to put me into this fight because you are no match for that evil fuck by yourself!" Shelbie comes into view over him and kicks his legs apart "you aren't even a real boy so it only makes sense I help take these away!" her right foot is raised then slammed down on L Train's crotch "OOOOOHHHHH!" his upper body jerks up for a moment before going back down. Lincoln then proceeds to hold the area for dear life while rolling in pain.

Shelbie moves over to the side and begins circling Lincoln "you think you know of pain? Misery?" she stops while standing near "FEAR?!" uses her left foot to lay him out flat.

"EGH"

The hunter steps over our guy and crouches down with a merciless glare "little boy… you can't even fathom how insignificant you are. How worthless your existence up until now has been. Your sister understands everything… thanks to me. Now all that remains is for her to ascend with the others. Sadly, you won't be joining the journey because well…" she grabs his neck with the right and digs in with each finger.

"UHHGUNSH!" Linc takes hold of her arms with both hands trying to relieve some of the pressure to no avail.

"…I will not allow it! But I am not without compassion so I will grant you a small taste of Luna's lesson" Murdock's left becomes a fist "You are welcome!" -WHAM-, -WHAM-, -WHAM-, -WHAM-. The savage beatdown carries on with each blow causing intense tremors in the floor. -WHAM-, -WHAM-, -WHAM-… -WHAM- the final blow makes his head hit the floor while White Top's face turns toward a still knocked out Luna.

Plan Man, a now bruised, partially bloody, and split lip mess gazes at his equally ruined big sister and feels the worst sadness imaginable. The predator releases her grip and stands up to make her way back to where the knife was dropped. "My property could take a punch much better. Despite your unworthiness, I will give you a Mark but it will be one that reflects how dull I find you" the knife is picked up and she steps in front of his view. Linc turns his head straight up and feels the pressure of Shelbie's right foot colliding with his already sore neck. "Let's have that arm…" she bends forward and grabs his right arm stretching it well pass its standard reach.

"UNN!" the lad takes hold of her heel while his breathing increases.

The blade is pressed against the forearm along with the woman's left tightening around the wrist "Lincoln Loud, you've earned this" she forces it in and like before, the cutting starts.

"AAAAAHHHHH!" more unpleasant memories come back in full force. They no longer felt like a dream but rather a premonition that was now being realized. The slice, straight as an arrow, went down slowly before stopping above the area of the elbow. Streams of blood follow behind before the monster flings it away. Of course this depraved act left L Train with a severe shock to the system. Her foot is removed and Murdock admires the awful state of her newest victim.

However, she still didn't feel satisfied enough to end the carnage and turns her attention to the chest cavity.

"How's about a matching pair?" in a flash the knife is driven into his chest sticking through the shirt. The blonde wolf drags it from one side to the other at a steady pace making Lincoln gasp/cry as another piece of the past connects with the present. Finishing the final etching, she props up and stretches while still wearing the same stoic look "now you have my permission to die". Shelbie strolls back over to the toolbox with the Louds's blood clinging to the metal. "Don't worry worm, I'm about to take you away but this time will be quick…"

The knife is placed on the cart and she goes back to rummaging through the toolbox. Laying in anguish with his nice clean shirt a mess, Lincoln feels that this will indeed be the end for him and Luna. The pain had immobilized him to the point where all the preteen could do was cry in silence.

"Everything falls to you Linc. I know you feel alone but you aren't. This situation feels hopeless but it isn't. I can help you and all we need to save Luna is focus" the killer completes her search and pulls out an object with her left hand. Making her way back to the White Haired Wonder, Shelbie looms over determined to bring this "fun" evening to a close. "Above all, trust is the key to the impossible and wonderful. Say… the… WORDS!"

Murdock raises her arm up and aims it at the man's head. Lincoln shifts his gaze to the upper left corner and sees an oddly shaped sliver device. This thing was none other than a snub nosed revolver with a cherry red comfort grip. The hammer is pulled back by her thumb -CLICK- and soon the final part of the "dream" had come to be revealed "well this has been quite unsatisfying and a waste of my time. Luna was much more fun to break and fix. Any last words?"

The tension and stillness around the room became a hushed tone with only the dripping water filling the air with noise. Both hands become fists "DON'T… EXPECT… A… GOODBYE… KISS!"

Hearing that puts a condescending smirk on her face "you truly are a fucking enigma…" Shelbie's index finger pulls on the trigger while at the same time Linc blinks and once his eyes open; the change returns. -BANG- the bullet leaves the chamber and pushes through the barrel heading straight for his skull but at a quicker speed Plan Man jerks himself to the right dodging the shot entirely. For once, a look of complete shock shows on the monster's face and in the split second it takes her to blink the lad vanishes from sight. Startled, She-Wolf spins around the room trying to find the guy "Lincoln? Lincoln?! Not sure how you pulled off that little trick but it'd be best for all of us if you just accept your fate-" some footsteps are picked up in the distance -CLICK-, -BANG-, -CLICK-, -BANG-, -CLICK- but no results come of it.

Murdock's temper boils high "motherfuck, Lincoln! These rounds are not cheap! Come out here NOW" another collection of steps are heard and she fires accordingly -BANG-, -CLICK- but hits nothing. A few more steps followed by the sound of something heavy striking the wall is heard -BANG-, -CLICK- another miss. The woman goes back to looking around and with her patience gone; a desperate measure is devised when the rocker comes into her line of sight "well if you won't face me then I guess Sweet Licks will take your place!" the gun is pointed at her. Lincoln grabs hold of one of the carts and hurls it at the killer from her right blind spot.

-CRASH-, -BANG- the impact knocks Shelbie to the ground, the pistol out of her hand and saves Head Banger from a headshot. "AARGH, alright now I'm pissed!" she hops to her feet and White Top steps from the shadows with blood veins running across the whites of his eyes. The wicked lady rubs her right shoulder and takes a fighting stance "let's finish this the old fashion way! I want to take my time beating you to DEATH!"

Not uttering a single sound, he steps towards her and she rushes at him throwing a punch with her right. Plan Man catches the blow with ease, glares and digs each finger into the knuckle. Feeling adequate discomfort, she throws another one that is caught and squeezes it tight as well. He forces both arms to the sides, jumps forward and -WHAM- head-butts her. The woman drops to the ground and sits for a few seconds, recovers while holding her face and stands up. She moves her left hand away and sees the blood on it due to the hunter's nose bleeding. "Guess there's more fight in you than I thought" Murdock looks at him and makes a fist "doesn't mean you'll get the best of me!"

Still holding silent, Lincoln gradually moves towards her again and already being furious takes another swing at him. He dodges, throws another, then a right, left, right, left, every punch is dodged with no effort and the onslaught leads them moving around the room. "Dodging like this won't save you or your pig-slut trash bitch sister either!" after hearing that the man blocks a left hook and returns a right jab to her gut so powerful it sent her across the room slamming into the adjacent wall "WAH!" She-Wolf grabs her stomach for dear life and spits up blood right to the floor.

Seeing her own blood spilled again awoke something inside the monster that she thought was long dead: fear. Eye contact is established along with the angriest face that could give the most fearless man a trip to the afterlife "I… WILL… KILL YOU!" a surly dash is made at him with outstretched arm. When she gets close enough, Lil' Boss does a crouch down evade, drives four fingers of the "Booty Basher" into the ruptured stomach while taking hold of her see through top with the other hand and flings the liar over himself into the other cart.

"FUUUCKKKKK, GAH!" the remaining contents in the toolbox, along with the bloody serrated knife, are scattered on the ground. Linc makes his way over to her slowly still bleeding but strangely unphased. Struggling to pick herself up and now a frazzled wreck, Shelbie goes for the knife, picks it up in her right and shoves said cart aside in a huff. She gets up and begins violently swinging at L Train but as before each swipe is dodged skillfully. He grabs the arm to stop the momentum, kicks her right leg in to force Murdock into a vulnerable position and whips around into a half spin resulting in an arm lock on the ground "RRRWWAAHHH!"

With his whole body wrapped around that one limb, White Top was in full control of it despite the Wicked Lady desperately trying to pry him off. "GET OFF! GET THE HELL OFF ME YOU DISGUSTING PANSY MAGGOT! YOU ARE NOTHING AND I WILL SEND YOU TO OBLIVION!" Using the advantage, he turns both of them into a new position where Linc is on top in a standing position and Shelbie is face first down on hand/knees.

The guy starts to twist the limb bit by bit "what are you doing!? NNIGG! Answer me!" the arm is forced to the right but not in a traditional angle -CRICK-… -CRICK-.

The feeling of the bones being re-shaped gave her all the feedback she wanted "you wouldn't! Don't you fucking dare-" -CRICK-, -CRICK- "HUNSH, EFFE… LIN…COLN!" with a final push -CRACK- "AAAAAAHHHHHH!" the scream echoes well beyond the room and throughout the entire condemned building stirring every little creature that lurked within. "HAA, UGH… FAA!" the hand unclenches involuntarily and plop goes the weapon.

Loud Man let's go of the broken limb and flips the broken woman on her back. Winching in pain and unsuccessfully trying to hold in the groans of purest grief, our guy positions himself at her feet. Murdock struggles to look up "that… th-… is that the b-best… you got!?" a little more of her blood is spit up. His response was a half smirk that soon vanished, him moving both legs apart and then stepping on the left knee joint with his left foot. The ankle is taken with both hands and in one quick tug -CRACK- "NNNYAAAAHHHH!" the leg is contorted to a perfect 90 degree angle and held like that for a few moments before being thrown back down.

The experience left her just barely conscious as the view of the "weakling" standing over her mid section catches the wavering eyes. Lincoln stares down "time for you to sleep bitch. You are welcome…"

"What's with your voice?" she faintly says before getting a front row view of his right sneaker stomping into her face; another 2 followed for good measure.

"Don't expect a goodbye kiss" with that the preteen we know and love comes back in full control but this time with no adverse side effects. He sees a bleeding and severely beaten "Persie" laying knocked out cold.

"She won't be a problem anymore. Get your sister and some help already. Who knows how much blood you've both lost" the voice directs and Linc turns around responding to the guidance. Managing to undue the chains still tied around both arms and removing the gag, Plan Man was able to lift the teen on his back and carry her out of that infernal room.

Ten minutes pass and after getting outside, a passerby spots the damaged youths. 9-1-1 was called and the next few events happen in irregular intervals. The police showing up on the scene, the ambulance ride to the nearest hospital and the Loud family being notified of everything. The ordeal of being brought back home by his parents while Luna remained at said hospital under armed police guard. Opening the front door and seeing his sisters freaking out/asking questions after questions while Rita and Lynn Sr. attempt to calm them down but with no success. In the end, the lad finds himself in his bedroom alone changed into a clean pair of pjs, arm in a cast and a taped patch covering his chest. Exhausted but unable to close his eyes, the lad whispers "thank you… for saving us. You are still there… aren't you?"

"Yes and no thanks required. What are partners for, right?"

"Do you… have a name? What are you… exactly?"

"We can talk more another time that is a promise. For now, rest. As for my name… call me Butch" Lincoln's eyes soon shut as a great calm relaxes him and for now everything is as it should be. The tale, however, is far from over.

Hope this latest addition was worth the wait. I just like to throw in why I decided to go this route with Luna's sexuality. In the simplest way I can sum up my thoughts/opinions: the manner in which the "big" reveal of her love interest with Sam left a bad taste in my mouth. Let me explain: after spending a decent amount of time reading other fans' comments plus this article online that covered the whole thing not to mention the rather lazy portrayal of it on tv since the episode "L" is for Love, the thing which has bothered me is the unrealisticness of the situation. Add in how so many people are just willing to automatically label Luna Loud as homosexual and say that was how she was from the start; there was evidence of her being attracted to the same sex from previous episodes are claims that I just don't believe.

I have seen every episode of The Loud House since it has aired in the U.S. and I never got the impression that she was gay. In fact, the episode "Study Muffin" and how the teen had a typical, if not slightly overzealous, reaction to the one-time introduction of Lincoln's tutor Hugh, who was clearly MALE, made me fully believe she was straight. I looked at and re-visited Sam's nickelodeon bio not too long after she was "added" to the show's list of characters and to this day I still barely know anything about this "unique" individual. Honestly, I am 100% with the few people out there who have called this chick a carbon copy of Luna. I mean she wasn't even seen or heard of until season 2 and since then has had no real input into the show other than appearing on screen for a few seconds. Sam Sharp's, whose last name just added to the bio a couple of months ago, longest screen time, was in "Friendzy" and even then she still had no memorable lines of dialogue… or any at all!

The only thing I agree with when it comes to this character is she definitely deserves to be a minor character. I was never one for shipping and don't think I ever will be but to see the whole galleries of these two females all lovey dovey as it were just makes me cringe. The other statements surrounding the "relationship" that annoyed, and still is annoying, me range from "the family is aware of Luna's romantic interest with her and fully accept it" to "Sam will not have any real affect on Luna's life until 2019". I am paraphrasing of course but I just felt like I needed to say all of this because The Loud House is a great show overall and me, as a fan, wants to see it reach its fullest potential.

Understand I am not calling myself an expert in animation, scriptwriting, or anything of the sort but I do feel like the entire set up was poorly constructed and loosely maintained. That is why I don't think I can include Sam in any future chapters. The only other worse disappointment that came to my attention was the rise and immediate fall of Lucy and Rocky. They really had something there and since "Back In Black" Rusty's little brother has been a no show. Wouldn't you know it? In the same aforementioned episode we see Lucy taking an interest in a mirror copy emo/goth boy named Silas I think.

I mean really? The creators take the time to make a 12 minute episode showing the Jump Scare Queen developing a crush on someone that was a complete opposite of her personality and just don't pursue it any further?! I find that a total waste and I was excited to see their relationship grow over time but we all know where those hopes have gone: to the graveyard! (NO PUN INTENDED!)

Well, I've said all I can muster for now but it would be really great if anyone wants to respond to what I have said, challenge it, or get a back/forth discussion started. Suggestions on future chapters are always appreciated and if no one says anything then I will continue doing whatever comes to mind with my FanFic page. Be well and make every day worthwhiled.