So, before we begin, let's just say that no, this isn't something you must absolutely read in order to get the story of Chains of Reality. Once the main fic proper deals with Lincolnism in a major way-which won't happen for a very long time-there will be explanations over there.
The primary purpose of this story is to provide an idea of how Lincolnism works, both on the surface, and in the much deeper level. Literally.
But for now, let's just begin with the easiest point: How did the biker trio, also known as Cindy, Mindy, and Ronnie pre-Lincolnistization, joined this "religion" of sorts.
And before anybody asks, here are where I got the characters:
Biker trio - A trio of toddler girls that told Lincoln he could be their leader, and that they would call him Sweet Feet, in "Hand-Me Downer"
Carlota - Ronnie Anne's cousin from "The Loudest Mission: Relative Mission"
Dana - One of the girls Bobby was suspected to be cheating Lori with in "Cheater by the Dozen"
Claire - Girl who owned the dog who was the main obstacle (kinda) in "Pet Peeved"
Guy Jordan and Girl Jordan - When did they appear in the show, I dunno, but the credits of "The Waiting Game" lists them separately.
Paige - Lincoln's newest love interest (of 70 billion XD) from "L Is For Love"
Cookie and Brownie Girl - The cookie girl was on a stand selling cookies in "Girl Guru", don't remember where the brownie girl came from, but I'm assuming it's similar.
And so, let's begin!
It was a peaceful evening at the city of Royal Woods, which, despite housing a family with the surname Loud of all things, wasn't a particularly rare occurrence. What was a rare occurrence, however, were three shadowy figures, leaning against an alley and pretty much just talking about something.
"Alright, we've been looking around for a couple hours, and we've failed to find anybody who wants to join Lincolnism. Perhaps we should go back to rethink our strategy?"
"The high sisters told us not to come back until we found at least one potential new member, though..."
"Well, we gotta be real, who's going to join a religion that worships a deity reincarnated as a bland kid with terrible luck, without any hesitation?"
"Hey girls, you know, I've been thinking about Lincoln lately-"
"Don't we call him Sweet Feet?"
"Right, thanks for reminding me, Mindy."
The trio turned around and saw the biker trio walking nearby. The main shadowy figure took out her phone, and recorded a message as the trio continued to speak:
"I've been thinking about our contributions to him. Being his spies is good and everything, but I get the feeling that's not enough for us to be considered helpful allies of his."
"Yeah, and we weren't even all that useful during the pageant nonsense."
"Sure, that only happened in our dreams, but if we can't help him in our dreams, then something isn't working."
"I wish there was some way we could help him."
With that said and done, the shadowy figure finished recording the message, then sent it to her top contact, who answered almost immediately.
"High Sister Luna, did you hear their words?" a female voice spoke to their phone.
"I most definitely did, Love," Proto-Luna spoke from the other end. "We need people like them in Lincolnism. Loyal to our lord and savior Lincoln. Be sure they accept your offer, and don't take a no for an answer."
And so the three figures answered:
"Yes, High Sister!"
Without wasting time, the three shadowy figures came out of hiding and revealed themselves to the biker trio.
The first one was a four year old brunette girl, though she was so tomboyish you would be forgiven to think she was a boy, wearing a yellow shirt and blue jeans. This girl was Claire, whose pet was cared for by the Loud family one time.
The second one was a much taller, tanned teenager girl wearing a turquoise dress, black boots, and red hula hoop earrings. However, the most striking feature of her looks were her really thick legs, which badly clashed with her thin arms. This was Carlota, one of Ronnie Anne's cousins.
And finally, the third person to approach the trio was another brunette, this one with a bit lighter hair, wearing a white-purple stripped long-sleeved shirt, with a black dress underneath, lavender socks, and brown boots. This was Dana, one of the girls Bobby was suspected to cheat Lori with a long time ago.
"Um, hi," the leader spoke as her friends clung to her arm in fear. "I-Is there something we can help you with?"
"Yes, there is," Dana stated. "I'm Dana, the thick girl next to me is Carlota, and the young one is named Claire. We heard you call someone "Sweet Feet" and how you wanted to help him. Is that true?"
The biker trio nervously, hesitantly nodded.
"There's a way you can help the one you call "Sweet Feet," Carlota said with air quotes at the nicknamee. "I assume his real name's supposed to be Lincoln, right?"
The biker trio nodded once more.
"Okay, let's get this over with then: We're here to give you an offer in order to become one of Lincoln's helpers," Claire stated. "We can't tell you anymore until you accept the offer though."
"And before you say anything, once you accept this offer, there's no backing away," Carlota added, folding her arms. "If you do reject it, however, we won't hurt you. The choice is yours, so, what will you pick?"
The biker leader exchanged looks with her partners, who shrugged in equal confusion. However, after thinking about it for a moment, the leader stated:
"We owe Sweet Feet-I mean, Lincoln-a lot. We wanted him to be our leader once, but not only did he not reject us on the spot, but he gave us another chance at becoming his helpers on... Something we don't quite understand. Anybody else would've probably rejected us on the spot or told us to go away... But he didn't... It's only fair we find a way to help him. And if accepting your offer will help us do that, then we'll do it."
"Hehehe, these three already have the traits of a proper lincolnist, not like... The other one..." Dana winced and groaned. "Anyway, now that you've accepted, please follow us."
"W-Where are you taking us?" the leader asked as the trio reluctantly obliged.
"To our lord and savior's home."
The biker trio exchanged looks, and soon enough, followed the trio until they reached their destination: A large church with an "L" symbol hanging up on the wall, and stylized depictions of someone, though who were pictured was difficult to see due to the dark sky. Standing at the entrance were a pair of kids, the female and male Jordan from Lincoln's school, who bowed down upon seeing the pair of trios approaching.
"Champion Carlota, Champion Claire, and Champion Dana, welcome back to-" Jordan spoke, only to grow hostile when she spotted the biker trio. "Who are these three girls you've brought here?"
"Perhaps they're atheists who were caught defiling the lord's image with their mockery?" Guy Jordan whispered to Jordan, who slightly nodded as the duo continued shooting glares at the trio. "We've been handing out punishments to quite a few of those lately."
"Yes, and it's lamentable that such a statement is undeniable fact," Dana shook her head in disappointment. "However, these girls are actually here to join our church. They stated their desire to help our lord and savior Lincoln, which they call Sweet Feet, out of their own volition, and what better way to do so than join our church?"
The Jordans exchanged looks, then moved away to allow both trios to enter, though they did throw some glares at the biker trio while they went in. And once inside, they were mesmerized by what they saw.
They were at the start of a long hallway, with several Lincolnists walking around or talking, and with stylized depictions of Lincoln up on the ceiling and walls.
"Wow, Sweet Feet's a very lucky guy," the leader stated, with her companions nodding in agreement. "I mean, he has this entire place dedicated to him!"
"We'll prepare the Caste-Inator to determine what caste each of you belong to," Dana stated. "In the meantime, try not to get in any trouble, alright?"
The leader pulled a thumbs up and said, while her friends nodded, "Sure, you got nothing to worry about!"
"We do, in fact, have a lot to worry about," Claire rebutted, narrowing her eyes. "It's very easy to make it look like you care about the lord, but it's much harder to look and actually feel like you do. You're a rare exception since you already seem to look and act like you want to help Lincoln, but if you don't manage to join, let's just say our "Mothers" are going to be very, very angry."
"In Lincolnism, "Mother" is the name we give to our patron sister, so don't get any weird ideas," Carlota added. "Anyway, we're off, see you later."
And so, the so-called champions left, with the biker trio waving goodbye as, unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure slowly approached from the... Well, shadows. And once she was close enough, she coughed a bit, and caught the trio's attention, only for the figure to reveal itself to be Paige, her arms folded behind her back.
And strangely enough, she wasn't wearing any blue-orange robes.
"Can I help you with something?" Paige asked, trying to sound friendly despite her obvious anger. "The lincolnists are not very kin of having anybody just enter the home of the lord without advice, so if you need something, tell me what it is, and I'll help you with it so you can leave."
"Well, we came here to join this place," the biker leader answered. "You see, we were wondering if there was a way we could help Sweet Feet-I mean, Lincoln-and three people came up to us and told us that they were offering to let us join."
"And you were just allowed to waltz inside?!" Paige snapped, no doubt startling the trio. "Being a lincolnist demands to dedicate your entire life, your efforts, and everything in general, to pleasing the lord and the savior, Lincoln! Only the most loyal of his followers even have the capacity to fulfill this requirements, and even the most subtle sign of unfaithfulness speaks terrible news for anybody involved! Do you really think you can just-"
"Ugh, chill out, would you, Paige?"
The girls turned around and saw the cookie and brownie girl approaching. Unlike Paige, these two were wearing blue-orange robes, with particular symbols to their sides: A star for the cookie girl, and a crescent moon for the brownie girl.
"These three were recommended by three of the champions of the high sisters themselves," the brownie girl explained as she and the cookie girl surrounded the biker trio. "If the champions saw potential in these three, then it's worth to see if they can join our ranks."
Paige was rather surprised at this revelation. "Oh... I-I see..."
"I'm Candy, and this is my friend, Beverly!" the cookie girl chirped. "Though, I like to call her Betty every once in a while!"
"Don't feel intimidated by Paige, in the grand scheme of things, she's just another potential lover for Lincoln, of the hundred dozen he already has," Beverly said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, and she wasn't even picked by Cristina, the previous Sister-Lover, or Lincoln himself!" Candy nonchalantly revealed with a mocking tone. "That alone makes her pretty worthless and pathetic!"
Paige could only bite her lips as the cookie-brown pair laughed out loud, and though they probably should be laughing as well, the biker trio couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
"Now, if you feel a bit better after Paige's little temper tantrum," Candy shot a glare at Paige, then turned back. "We'll give you a proper tour through the facility, and then you'll be able to decide how you want to become a Lincolnist."
"Please, follow us," Beverly said before grabbing Candy's hand. "And make sure you don't get lost in the process."
The pair walked deeper into the building, with the biker trio holding hands and following them as Paige watched them leave, then walked away.