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Chapter 3

(Author recommendation: the theme Huma Huma- Omission over reading this.)

"Okay, I think I know what's going on here."

"Please explain."

When I first saw this L guy. I honestly thought the weed brownie from earlier was still affecting my brain in some way.

But no, this guy really does have white hair like me, a long sleeved orange shirt (orange is my favorite color) and blue jeans on.

"While I don't know exactly how you ended up in Detroit. I think I have a pretty good idea why."

"What would you say the probability of your theory being correct."

Probability? This guy is weird. Even the way he's sitting down is weird; one might say primitive.

"Like 99.9 percent but hear me out. You probably know as well as I do that we are different versions of each other."

"I don't think I need to be the greatest detective in the world to figure that out, yes."

Greatest detective in the world? I always fantasized about that job. He may be talking in a figure of speech but a man can dream; can't he.

"Right, since we are both Lincoln Loud, I have reason to believe someone bought you here and I have a pretty good idea who."

"You have my attention."

"Well first things first I want you to grab an idea of what we're going to be dealing with; he's the same guy who gave me my powers."

"Powers?"

"Like for example, he probably left you a note telling you how to contact me."

"Yes, I have it right here."

He took out a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of his jeans.

"Good, now listen carefully. I want you to unfold it, crumple it into a paper ball and throw it at my face as hard as you can."

L looked at me like I just grew two heads but he nodded and did what I asked.

He threw the paper at my face and through my magical powers or whatever, stopped it with my mind before it hit my face.

His eyes are as large as dinner plates.

"Must be a pretty powerful guy you're talking about."

"You know, since I've shown you what I'm capable of, I want to ask you a personal question."

"Oh sure, go ahead."

"Since you claim to be the world's greatest detective from your universe, what keeps you going? I mean, is there something you can't go an entire day without?"

"Sugar. A lot of sugar. I mean, it's been a little over an hour since I had chocolate and my hands are already shaking."

He lifted his hands to show me and I'm instantly convinced that he isn't lying. Even though he doesn't look fat.

"If I may, I would like to ask you the same question if you wish to answer it."

"You want me to tell you? I'll show you; let's go to my car.

"Won't people find it weird to see two freaky albinos close together."

I'll pretend he didn't just say that and think he was just referring to our same hair color.

"Don't worry. He's got it covered. Have you ever heard of the movie R.I.P.D.?"

"I can't say I have. No."

"Well you shouldn't. It doesn't exist in this universe. It's a movie about ghost cops pursuing dead criminals and they use something to make them look like actual people who are living.

That's how people see us, and it's subjective to everybody who see it. That makes another thing he's given us, perfect disguises that we can separate or branch off from and they end up doing all the work for us. Do our jobs, pay bills, even strike up friendly conversations. I use it myself whenever I don't feel like working and what it was REALLY good at was helping me avoid all those search parties."

L bit his thumb. A very strange reaction.

"Search parties, you say?"


Before I knew it we are at the James Scott Memorial Fountain again. Both of us are sitting on a bench in our own respective ways. Ignoring stares from random people of all ages who are just passing by.

"So, what exactly do you call him?"

I snapped myself out of the trance I get when I admire the fountain.

"Huh?"

"Does he have a name, a title, something you call him by?"

"Oh yeah, he calls himself, 'The Overseer.'"

"Overseer?"

"Or, Overseer of the Multiverse if you're into that fancy stuff."

"So he's the one who gave us all these things, including the average apartments. How exactly do you meet him?"

I chuckled like Robert and turned to face L.

"One does not go off to see the Overseer like in the Wonderful Wizard of Oz. The Overseer comes to you."

Then, as if right on cue, time stops and everything turns gray.

I've faced this many times before, especially the first time.

We both stood up from the bench only to see five piles of sand gather from seemingly nowhere.

"Uh, Lincoln, what is happening?"

L spoke with slight fear in his voice, which is understandable.

"Well my friend, THINGS ARE HAPPENING."

Then from each of the five sand piles rose five sand zombies; their flesh mostly rotted away revealing skeletal remains.

They moaned and screamed while burying their faces in their bony, almost stone-like hands.

Some parts of their limbs looked like they've been replaced entirely by rock.

"Ah, that Overseer; you never know what he's going to do next. He wants you to show off your fighting skills, L."

"He really should of just asked me politely but I guess I kind of see his point of view."

I formed my hands into finger guns and pushed two of them into the air with my powers by pointing at them and moving my thumb.

Then I pointed at two other zombie skulls and brought my fingers together; slamming their heads together as a result.

L stepped forward to fight the last zombie. It lunges its arms to attack but he just turns around and uses a strange stance to backwards kick the zombie in its rocky gut; sending it flying backward.

I then noticed one of the zombies I pushed earlier run towards me so I said to L.

"I'm going to send one your way!"

"Okay!"

Using my finger gun technique again I pushed it towards L who did some sort of spinning kick I have only seen in 2D fighting games; forcing the zombie into the fountain.

It was then we noticed that the water in the still fountain instantly turns the zombie into floating sand which scatters in the wind; progressively disappearing to thin air.

"THE FOUNTAIN!"

I know L. The fountain.

I used my finger gun technique on three more zombies into the well while noticing that he was doing what I would describe as a spinning crabwalk kick to force the last zombie near the fountain only for him to stand up and kick him right in the chin to send it flying to the water.

We took a moment to catch our breaths.

L broke the silence.

"Yep, things just happened."

It was then we heard somebody clapping, slowly.

Clap. Pause. Clap. Pause. Clap. Pause.

We turned our heads in the direction of the sound to see the man of the hour himself.

The Overseer.

Mid forties, well groomed white mustache and goatee, wavy yet stylish hairstyle.

Also wearing an orange king's outfit and matching cape.

I also should not forget to mention the crown on his head, so many different colors of jewels.

As soon as he noticed us looking at him he clapped faster.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

I can sense L feeling a bit overwhelmed with the way this guy presents himself. We both notice his lips beginning to move as he starts to speak.

"Wonderful, just wonderful. You two put on a really good show. I knew you could do it,"

L gave the Overseer a puzzled look and said.

"Wait, you're Lincoln Loud too?"

The Overseer points at the sky and waves his finger around while responding.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Give the man a prize!"

I figured now it's my turn to speak next.

"Overseer, it's great to see you again. It has been like, almost half a year since I last saw you."

"Time passes by us so fast; doesn't it Linc? Anyway in all seriousness in case you were wondering about why I brought L here to your universe. I wanted to test out teamwork. I am planning to put a team together for the first time in the eleven years in this job of mine and I would be honored if you could join me in the Overseer Manor, observe the multiverse for yourselves and help any other Lincoln Louds that may find themselves in trouble.

L and I looked at each other and I said,

"The perfect disguises will still stay, right?"

The Overseer gave us a warm smile.

"They act like they always will act."

He points to the bench we were sitting on to point out our stand ins.

"Okay, let's go."

He teleports us out of my own universe.


The throne room is light blue with a dark blue ceiling.

That is what I first noticed when I first saw the Overseer's throne.

I looked behind me and found nothing but a huge wall but the moment I looked at the floor behind us is when I saw it.

The Multiverse Travel Portal.

It was perfectly circular and about 20 feet in diameter with a dim light.

I turned toward L for comment; he is looking at the Overseer.

"Nice fountains."

"Thanks, I imagined them myself. They help me think."

It was then I noticed the fountains.

Waterfall fountains.

There are ten in total, five on the left wall and five on the right. Each one an equal distance from each other and showing a small white light in the center which I assume is LED. So that's two colors in the throne room.

The water collects in a special well where it is to be reused in an infinite loop by other fountains on the same side of the wall. In the center of it all is a walkway which I assume is made of marble leading to a fancy looking chair.

"First, let's check out the entertainment room."

Oh boy!

We exited the throne room on the left and followed a long white hallway which aligns with the throne room to a door further left of us.

The entertainment room.

A huge T.V. I'd say is over 150 inches or 350 or whatever centimeters and what looks like 3 reclining couches set in a semicircle.

"Movies, Video Games, Karaoke; this place has it all. Just imagine it and it's yours. Now let's check out the bar. There's someone I want you to meet.

We had to walk the long white hallway before entering the blue throne room again to enter the door on the right. There was another long white hallway much like the first one when we entered a door further right of us.

The Bar.

A large selection of liquor is visible on the wall as well as another door at the end of it.

"Kitchen's behind that door. It has a magic fridge which you can get ANY food out of. Oh, there he is."

L and I noticed a football player exit the kitchen; he noticed us and is now walking towards us.

"Guys I would like you to meet another version of yourself as well as your new partner."

His football uniform is as blue as the throne room ceiling.

His helmet covers everything but his eyes.

His uniform reads: POLK HIGH #33.


Author's Note

As always, I would like to thank J.P Beaubien, the Cyborg Jenna Moreci, the woman from overly sarcastic productions and Shad Brooks for their very helpful and fun to watch videos.

I also want to thank Max Brooks for the masterpiece known as World War Z; I read it over a hundred times.

I want to thank Dan Salvato for the beautiful character Monika: a huge help.

I want to thank Rachel Colbleigh for her very helpful videos about actually using this site; check out her fanfiction.

Last but not least, I want to thank The Loud House fanbase for giving me the inspiration to write this.

If two or three of you didn't do what you've done, this story would not exist. Thank You.

I know what everybody is thinking right now and yes.

The sand zombies do play a VERY important role in the story later.

It has been very fun writing this.

See you all on Friday!