"Wow! That movie was so AWESOME!" Lincoln cried as he and his lady friend, Ronnie Anne walked back home on the brisk, winter night.
"You said it, Lame-O. Those ghosts were so realistic and spooky; I almost thought they were going to pop out of the screen and take me alive!" Ronnie said as she waved her arms around to visualize her scenario.
At the sight of her imaginative mind at work, Lincoln shrank a little in fear and said: "O-okay, Ronnie Anne, Maybe we shouldn't joke about that. Especially on a night like this." Lincoln looked around the street to see the sight of trees with little to know leaves, the sight of which left the white haired boy a little more than slightly unnerved.
"Oh, come on, Linc. You know that ghosts aren't real." Ronnie said with a role of her eyes. "Now, come on! Last one to your place is the moldy slice of pizza in the fridge!" The moment she shouted out her challenge, Ronnie made a mad dash back home, leaving Lincoln in her dust.
"W-Wait up, Ronnie!" Lincoln sputtered as he desperately tried to keep up the pace.
For the longest time, Ronnie was sprinting forward straight ahead of Lincoln with her opponent simply breathing heavily from the long job it took to return to the Loud House. Once they got to the front porch, Ronnie threw up her arms in victory while Lincoln fainted on the ground, exhausted from the one sided race.
"Yes! Whooo! Eat that, Lincoln," Ronnie Anne shouted as Lincoln struggled to bring himself to stand up straight after pushing his legs the way he did.
"No fair! You had a head start, and you're faster than me, anyway," Lincoln grumbled as the tomboying Latina simply shrugged off his complaints and said to him: "That's what a sore loser thinks. Now, come on and open the door. I think I sense a moldy slice with your name on it."
'Jokes on her. Lana always eats every moldy slice we have." Lincoln thought to himself with a smirk. "Okay, okay, you got me." Lincoln then reached into his pocket and dug out his keys, walking towards the door in order to let himself and his lady friend into the warmth of his abode.
However, just before he managed to fit the key into the lock, he heard a very strange sound throughout the night.
"Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, you've finally come," A whispery voice came out of nowhere, causing Lincoln to jump from within his boots as he turned his head to find the source of the noise.
"Wh-Who said that?!" Lincoln said while thoroughly looking through his front yard and all of the neighboring houses. All the while, Ronnie Anne looked at him with a bewildered look on his face. She almost thought that Lincoln was either putting on a show for Lincoln or he was simply going crazy."
"I really hoped you'd be here sooner, but I suppose late is better than never." The voice rang out again as Lincoln started to become scared out of his wits from the fact that someone was indirectly taunting him and he had no idea whom or what it was.
At this point, Ronnie had had enough. She grabbed Lincoln shoulders and turned him around to say to him: "Lincoln! What are you doing?! There's nobody out there." Ronnie quietly screamed to Lincoln, hoping to calm her friend's nerves. That was when Lincoln looked straight at her and stammered out: "Y-You mean you d-d-don't here that? There's a voice out there. I-I think it's a...a...a...g-ghost!"
'Wow,' Ronnie Anne thought to herself as she looked upon the frightened boy, 'This is just pathetic.' At this point, Ronnie almost thought to call off the rest of the night out of the concern that Lincoln was going insane. That was when the voice began to speak again as it seemed much more angry, loud, and hostile than the last time it spoke.
"Well, aren't you just the rudest thing, you brat! I'm talking to you and you aren't even going to acknowledge that I even exist?! Who in the world do you think you are?!" That was a line that nobody with a working ear could miss, as Ronnie Anne's attention was almost immediately focused on the exact same noise that Lincoln had heard the entire time. Faced with a brand new fear of impending doom, the tomboy subconsciously began to hug her companion for comfort...only to be completely squeezed by Lincoln as he did the same thing, only with much more vigor.
"You know what? Since you children are so unbelievably rude, I think it's time that I give you a proper punishment!" The voice rang out once again before becoming completely distorted and demonic one final line: "I AM GOING TO FEAST ON YOUR SOULS!"
That was the final straw. Lincoln and Ronnie Anne screamed into the night sky as their fears took complete control over their minds. This was it. This was the day that they would both meet their ends. Prepared for the worst, the young couple crouched onto the ground, still wrapped in each other's arms, as they could only brace themselves for the oncoming threat that awaited them.
Or at least, they would've been...had they not heard the voice once again in the form of a...much less scary articulation.
"Heeheeheehee. Ahahahahahahahaha."
"Wh-wha- Seriously?" Lincoln yelled at his partner while giving her a death glare. "You *really* think that *now* is the best time to be laughing?!"
However, Ronnie Anne only looked at the middle child with an equal amount of anger and annoyance as she shot straight back at him: "What?! I thought that was you! In fact, I should be asking you the exact same question!"
"Well I know that it's one of us. So, who's gonna fess up here?" In that moment, however, Lincoln started to sense a few bells ring in his head. It then came to him that he might've actually *heard* that laughter before... many, many times.
'N-no. It...it couldn't be' That was when Lincoln found himself following the obnoxious laughter straight up towards the family tree, as Lincoln found a figure at the very top lurking in the shadows. It had a very petite figure and an unmistakable ponytail. That could only mean one thing...the person who was laughing was none other than...
"LUAN?!"
The moment the duo screamed out her name, the aspiring comedian climbed down the tree, laughing her butt off all the way down.
"Ahahahahaha! Oh man! You guys should see the looks on your faces! Ahahaha. Priceless!" Luan chided as she reached the ground and turned around to see that the Latina and albino were no longer scared, but rather...well...less than pleased.
"You just pranked by the one and only Luan Loud, featuring the latest in voice altering technology and pee inducing frights; perfect for young couples that had just returned from a scary movie." That taunt from Luan did nothing to quell the intense feeling of rage emitting from Lincoln and Ronnie. In fact, she may have made them even more angry with how she was willing to scare them into thinking they were going to die. But what sealed her fate was one very last comment: "Soooooooo...what did you think?"
Lincoln and Ronnie Anne stayed perfectly silent for a short while before the white haired boy turned towards his companion and said: "Hey, Ronnie. You up for a rematch?"
Ronnie gave a slight chuckle to herself before turning back towards him. "Sure, Lame-O. What did you have in mind?"
Lincoln then pointed his finger dead towards Luan and screamed in a war-cry fashion: "First to get Luan wins!"
At the sound of this, Luan threw up her hands in an attempt to surrender. "Wh-whoa, guys. Let's not be hasty. I-I-It was just a prank, bro...and future sis-in-law." However, her pleas fell on completely deaf ears as her victims were now sprinting at max speed in order to knock her into next week.
Realizing that she was doomed if she didn't get moving ASAP, Luan ran for the hills as Lincoln and Ronnie Anne chased her out into the night prepared to teach her a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
