Story #1: Past Time Drinks.

6 Years Ago…

Lincoln stared intensely at the the large screen in front of them. His palms were dank as he gripped his plastic gun tightly in his hands while he cocked the pump of the fake shotgun. His feet were planted flat on the ground and his index finger hovered over the trigger. His avatar slowly maneuvered around the empty, dirty, and bloody halls of the abandoned science laboratory, advancing toward his fictional objective.

"Hold onto your butts," a voice said sarcastically next to him. A grin grew on Lincoln's face as he braced for what was to come.

"You know Mason, that's really something you should telling yourself," he replied to his partner, Mason Anderson, who had been assisting him on his quest since the very beginning. They had to persevere and shot through at least 960 monsters, all just to finally get to what was believed Dark Universe's rumored final level, where you fight the scientist by the name of Mr. Hyde, the man responsible for these creatures existing in this apocalyptic earth.

Mason smiled widely, proud of himself and his friend for how far they have come. Lincoln faced shined with confidence as their brief intermission was coming to a close. This was it.

And then, his character kicked the door open and hell broke loose.

"GRAWR!"

Several disgusting, decaying monsters roared toward them as soon as their character's made their dramatic entrance. Lincoln and Mason made a battle cry as they charged toward the hoard of the monsters.

"I can't believe the glitched as soon as we beat Mr. Hyde," Lincoln angrily threw arms up. "I mean, what game does that?!"

"I don't know dude, but it honestly sucked. I can't believe we wasted an entire hour just for that," Mason said solemnly as he was as equally frustrated and annoyed.

The two sat defeated in their booth of the diner and continued to rant about their misfortune until a waiter had come to their aid. "What can I get for you boys today?" he said in a gruff, tired tone.

The two kids sighed as they recollected their composure. "A mint chip milkshake with extra whipped cream and chocolate and marshmallow syrup," Lincoln said.

Mason coughed into his fist before ordering, "A frappe would be nice."

The waiter nodded as he wrote down on a small notepad their order before leaving. The two sat in silence for a bit until Lincoln spoke up. "So, when is your flight again?"

Mason let out a heavy exhale as his faced shifted into slight sadness. "A little over an hour."

Lincoln nodded as he twiddled with his fingers. "You can always visit, though. It's not like you don't travel often. Maybe you can stop at Royal Woods once in a while."

"Of course. It's just that England isn't necessarily a block away. I don't know when I can ever come back here. Plus, my dad still doesn't like you very much."

"Hey, I totally get. I mean, we did blow up your shed so it's understandable. But it's not like we can't keep in touch."

"It's not going to be the same though."

"Look dude, if your only going to worry what's bad then you won't be able to see what's good. So cheer up and use this last hour we have with each other," Lincoln smiled optimistically. "Plus, I think our drinks are coming out."

Mason nodded his and returned a smile of his own. The waitress brought them their beverages and the two raised their glasses. "Cheers," they said at the same time as they lightly tapped their drinks together.

CLINK

Present Day

Lincoln sat alone in his booth with his hot mug of black coffee in his hand. He looked into it, tired and worn from the day. Despite the fact he had spent his entire Saturday on crime fighting, he was also worn out due to running on a mere 3 hours of sleep. Lincoln yawned, lifted his cup for a sip, and then set it back down. He had become a regular to this diner due to it being the only place that made coffee that didn't taste like sewer water. Lincoln considered the establishment he was sitting in to be criminally underrated, as it was often empty. None of his friends knew about the place except himself and for some reason, he kept it that way.

That's when Lincoln found himself surprised when he heard a familiar voice, with a light English accent, come from behind him. "Man, I am detecting high levels of loneliness at this booth right here."

Lincoln, confused, turned to face the owner of the voice. He eye went wide as he saw a tall blonde who was wearing a crimson blazer with a navy blue polo underneath with black pants and white tennis shoes. But what really got Lincoln was his slight overbite.

"Mason? Is that you?"

"Yeah, I know. Should've called beforehand," Mason said as he stretched his arms out.

Lincoln smiled as he quickly got out of his seat."No way!" Lincoln laughed as he tackled his friend with a bear hug. Lincoln was startled by what felt like hugging bricks of concrete under his friend's clothes before pulling away.

"Dude, you have a nice suit, i love a man in uniform." Lincoln complimented

Mason blushed and chuckled before rubbing his neck nervously. "Well, I kinda had to... Dress up for the occasion." Mason peered over his friend's shoulder and smirked at his drink. "Since when did you start drinking black coffee? I thought you had a major sweet tooth."

Lincoln scoffed with a grin. "Gotta stay fit, sweets are just a small sacrifice for a healthy body. Plus, straight black wakes you up better."

"It's a sad looking drink. C'mon, take a cheat day. Your best friend just came back after 6 years," Mason egged before turning to the nearest waitress. "Hello there, my friend would like a mint chip milkshake with extra whipped cream and chocolate and marshmallow syrup." She simply nodded her head as response and walked off to the kitchen.

Lincoln raised his eyebrow in surprise and impressed at Mason's memory. "You still remember I that type 2 diabetic drink I always ordered back then?"

"How could I not? You got it all the time. I seriously thought you had an addiction to it," Mason joked while he pulled into the booth. "Things sure have changed a lot around here in Royal Woods. Though this place still looks practically intact."

"Well, not entirely, the bathrooms got renovated," Lincoln corrected.

"Oh nice! Did they get rid of that hole in that one stall?"

"Yeah, it's gone. I'm pretty sure now that it was a glory hole."

"Hehe, probably."

"What's with the accent? It's new," Lincoln teased, while blushing at the accent.

Mason chuckled before answering. "It grows on you, I guess I caught it without realizing."

Lincoln took a sip at his mug again. "So, how's the family business? I've been reading about your dad's company. They made a new element right?"

"Oh, yeah. It can produce over 15 gigajoules of clean energy just in its raw state. Once we make a proper harnessing system for it, it'll change the energy industry forever."

"Oh wow, nice to hear you're gonna inherit even more money than you already will now. Lucky ass," Lincoln joked as he took another sip. However, Lincoln noticed his friend was no longer smiling and was now glaring at him.

"You know, being rich also makes you a target," he said coldly.

Lincoln was thrown off, he inadvertently triggered him over a simple joke. "My bad. I wasn't thinking straight. Are you good dude?"

"I'm fine. Sorry," Mason assured as he began to stare off at the table and rub his knuckles uncomfortably. Lincoln could tell something was up and felt bad for ruining the mood. He was gonna have to ask him about it later. "So-uh, what brought you here? And how long are you staying?"

Mason looked up, surprised as is he had just broken out of a trance. "Come again?" Lincoln took a deep breath and sighed. "What brought you here dude? Also how long are you staying?" he repeated his question, louder this time though. 'What is up with him right now? It's like he's getting flashbacks or something,' Lincoln thought to himself.

"Yeah, um, I kinda had to move. I had a little incident in France. I'm fine now but I decided I needed a break from Europe," Mason explained in an awkward, strange manner.

"Incident? What incident? How come I never heard anything about i-"

"I got really sick," Mason cut him off, who now look legitimately scared for some reason. Lincoln looked and saw nothing that could've been scaring him. Why was Mason acting like this all of a sudden? Lincoln, however, decided to shrug it off as a one-time thing. "Okay man. Sorry to hear. I didn't know anything about it."

Mason noticed Lincoln had easily caught on to his strange demeanor. 'Shit, I'm losing myself. I gotta fix my uncanniness before things get weirder than they already are,' Mason told himself. He couldn't tell him the truth of what happened in France. Or the about his new team. No, not yet at least. "I'm really sorry all about that. I'm just jet lag you know?" Mason said with a now cheerful attitude like before.

"Are you sure you're okay Mason?" Lincoln expressed with concern. Mason felt himself getting anxious. He was feeling himself slip a little. But, he somehow found his composure again.

"Yeah bud, I'm fine."

He formed a small but warm smirk before answering Lincoln's second question. Something he actually wanted to talk about. "I'm actually moving back here to live while my parents are gonna stay in England for now."

Lincoln felt himself wash over with excitement from what he had just heard. "Wait, no way. Holy crap you're moving back here!" Lincoln laughed happily. Mason smiled, though it wasn't the same megawatt smile he had when they finally confronted each other. "This is great man! I can show all the new places around here and what's change! This is awesome!" Lincoln rambled.

The waitress came over with a large sundae cup that was filled to the near brim with what Mason ordered for him. Mason pulled out his wallet pulled out a two one hundred dollar bills and gave it to the waitress with no concern at all of how large a tip he gave her. The waiter's eyes widened as a wicked smile sprouted on her face, gladly taking the sum right of his hands before walking away.

Mason then took Lincoln's mug and switched it for the milkshake he got for him. "Are you sure you don't want a new cup Mason? I drank out of that one already," Lincoln warned.

Mason shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "Don't really care, you ain't sick," he said as he raised the coffee mug.

"Hey, as soon as I get my sleep schedule back on track, I'll be back in shape like old times. Cheers my friend. For the new times we will have together," Mason said gleefully

Lincoln, despite Mason's odd behavior, gladly lifted his nostalgic beverage with joy. "Cheers," he said and their glasses met.

CLINK.

Story #2: Sibling Spar

Two siblings stood in a large training room. The walls were smooth, grey stone, matching the floors and ceiling. The room was empty, save for a pipe on the ceiling and the wall. That wasn't a bother to them, they had chosen this setting for their training simulation. One might believe that simplicity isn't trying enough for a superhero team, but it was very much the opposite. They had done all they could in complicated simulations where the odds were stacked against them and had become adept at using their surroundings as unlikely advantages. Now, they were to use nothing.

The male sibling had white hair and wore an orange tank-top. It wasn't his normal clothing choice, but it allowed him to train freely. He wore blue shorts for a similar reason. Lincoln Loud, Ace Savvy, was the older of the two, yet he did not look it.

The other sibling was of the opposite gender. She had long hair matching the color of Lincoln's. She wore an orange tracksuit with white stripes. She was more comfortable in this choice of clothing than a tank top such as her brother's. She was the younger of the two, yet only by mere seconds. They were technically twins.

Lincoln dropped into a diagonal fighting stance with his left arm across his forehead and another right arm extended to his side. His left hand was slightly open, cupped into something resembling a "C" shaped.

Across from him stood Linka. She crouched down, keeping her center of gravity low. Her body was turned to the side, not facing Lincoln directly, one arm raised behind her, slightly bent. Her other arm was low, close to touching the side of her knee.

Lincoln smirked at his sister who stared him down seriously. Suddenly, without words, the fight came to life. Lincoln lunged at her, throwing multiple strikes, none of them breaking through her defenses. She blocked them with crossed arms.

He threw an uppercut that snuck under her crossed arms, sending her sliding backward, kicking up a miniscule amount of dust that had barely been allowed to settle on the training room floor. She lunged at him, but he easily leapt over her head.

"No fair!" Linka cried. Lincoln only chuckled.

"You never know what you're enemy is going to do. He might even do this," he replied before leaping onto the wall, sticking to it. He held out his right hand and formed a small flame in it, throwing the flame onto the ground. It grew larger, separating the two. He waved his hand a bit to rid himself of the small burning sensation. He couldn't manage anything larger without being impaired by the pain, but this would be good enough for his current purposes..

Linka wiped sweat from her forehead and glared at her opponent. She expertly dodged her way around the flames before striking her brother in the jaw with a punch, sending him flying off the wall. He landed on his back on the ground and Linka bent down to deliver another blow.

As she bent down, Lincoln kicked her back with both of his feet. She flew backward, coming dangerously close to landing within the flames. Luckily, she caught herself on the pole on the ceiling. She swung back toward her brother and landed on top of him for a split second before flipping backward. Lincoln let out a cough and rubbed his gut where Linka had hit. He shook off the pain, focusing only on the adrenaline from the battle.

Lincoln kipped up from the floor and resumed his stance. He grinned at his sister, examining her movements as she prepared for another attack. She rushed at him. It was too great a distance, leaving Lincoln more than enough time to dodge. Linka had her feet swept out from under her as she failed to slow to a halt.

She landed on the ground with a thump. Gripping her head with her right hand, she pushed herself back to her feet with her left.

"That wasn't fair," she claimed.

"You seem to say that a lot," Lincoln pointed out. She glared at him and launched herself. He blocked her strike with both arms and gave a series of rapid punches.

He then threw one, powerful kick, knocking the wind out of Linka even more and sending her soaring backward. She was headed, to Lincoln's dismay, into the flames. He quickly leaped toward her and swung around behind her, catching her before she was injured. The speed had made him quite dizzy, but his sister was safe.

"Maybe we shouldn't play with fire," Lincoln commented with nervous laughter. He walked over to a panel on the wall and pressed a few buttons. A fire extinguisher emitted from the ceiling and the stone walls began to shift into a plain white. The pipes sunk into the walls and the training room expanded in size, makeshift walls sliding down into the floor.

After the fire was safely extinguished, Lincoln helped his sister up from the ground and gave her a hug.

"You did well today," Lincoln said after the two separated. Linka shook her head.

"No. I couldn't stand up to you at all. You had to save me for god's sake!" she said. Lincoln frowned.

"It was my fault. I shouldn't have used my powers on you."

Linka glared. "Because you have all the useful ones. I can't do anything like you," she complained. Lincoln placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a sad smile.

"That's not true. Your durability is always useful in real fights," he said.

"I know, but it's so simple. I don't understand why I didn't get any cool comic book powers."

"At least you can use your powers and still be completely comfortable. Whenever I use mine, it's always so painful. I can't use it for long."

Linka's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? How come you never told us about that?" she asked. Lincoln shrugged.

"It isn't like I want to hide anything from you guys, I just know you'll all worry too much. You'll tell me to stop using my powers, but I don't want to be on the sidelines. I want to be helping my sisters," he said.

"We only say that because we love you. We don't want you to put you through any of that pain," she said.

"I'm trying to find a way to control it, or at least make it more bearable. For now, though, I'll suffer for you guys," he said.

"That's sweet of you. I guess we both aren't too happy with our powers, then."

Lincoln shook his head. "No, I'm happy with them. I mean, I have so many different powers, what's a little weakness? Every good hero has a weakness, you know. Wouldn't be fun without one."

"I guess." Linka sighed, having been reminded of how much her brother's powers outweighed her own.

"We're heroes, why ask for more? You already have something that most of the world doesn't. Sure, it isn't all that cool, but who will you be showing it off to? It's practical, and that's all we need right now. Be happy you have a power. That's more than almost anyone else could say," Lincoln said. She nodded.

"How come you're always right?" she asked with a laugh. He joined her and they shared laughter for a short moment. When they finally finished, Lincoln pulled her into another hug.

"I meant to ask, are you alright? That was a pretty tough session we had there," he said as he pulled away.

"I should be asking you that. I know that you used a few of your powers back there," she said.

"I'll live. Nothing major," he assured.

"If you'll live, I'll live," she agreed.

"Good. Now, let's hit the showers, sis," Lincoln said. Linka agreed with a nod.

"I can smell you from here," she claimed. Her brother grinned.

"You aren't smelling anyone but yourself," Lincoln joked. The two shared a short laugh as the older brother tapped a button to switch the sign on the door from "occupied" to "unoccupied". He then opened the door and the two left. As they entered the base, the two parted ways. Linka was heading to the bathroom inside the house while Lincoln would occupy the one in the base.

"Keep up the good work, Linka," he called. She nodded.

"You too," she responded. They parted with a wave. Both were ready to relax after a day's work.

[A/N: Lincoln's power, Miscellaneous as titled, has no specific power that he is limited to. This has allowed him to interchange with different powers at once. However, he has only been able to use ten so far, three of which, as seen here, are pyrokinesis, wall climbing, and enhanced speed.]

Story #3: They Aren't Alone

It was a beautiful night in the suburb area in the city of Royal Woods. It was a great night to go outside and count the stars while lying down on the soft green grass... However, it was a bad night for anyone to go outside currently. Ace Savvy was currently pursuing a white van filled with criminals shooting at him as he was running rooftop to rooftop to reach the van.

Lincoln fired his grappling gun at it. It hit the van, only to find it was going at such speed that once it hit it, Lincoln flew off with it while hanging from the car roof. He was sliding on his front, receiving skidmarks on his skin despite wearing a suit made out of nanoparticles that had a composition stronger than titanium. "This should not be happening!" Lincoln told himself, frustrated.

Lincoln shifted his position to his bottom, only to hurt even more. "OW! MY BUTT!" he yelled. The criminals kept firing at him, with only his nanosuit preventing him from being shot. The driver then made a sharp turn to the right, taking Lincoln with him Lincoln gulped as he closed his eyes for what was to come.

SLAM!

He had rammed right into dozens of plastic and metal trash bins that were on the corner. Lincoln then stopped by a brick wall, letting out a groan of pain as bricks fell on him due how hard he crashed into it.

Lincoln got up and brushed himself off clean, opening a hologram display of Equip-App that showed a detailed map from his arm where he was currently at. Lincoln was only a block away from the van as he put a tracking device on that van. He decided to go through the neighborhood as it seemed the quickest. Lincoln jumped to the top of a roof and then landed in a backyard. He then ran off and jumped through a fence, where he ran past a cooler with soda in it... Only to have come back and placed a dollar near the cooler as he grabbed a can before taking off.

The van made a left whereas Lincoln took a straight way, running through several backyards. One, where dogs were barking at him, and another where a man having an illegal bonfire only to promptly be tazed by Lincoln who promised to apprehend him later. He then stumbled upon a backyard scattered with beartraps. "What dumbass put traps in their own fucking backyard?" Lincoln grumbled to himself as he carefully made his way through it. Lincoln finally reached to the road where the van was supposed to be. But after seconds it did not come at all.

Confused, Lincoln looked back at the display map and saw the van's location did not move at all. It stopped and it was only around a corner. Upon turning it, he then saw the van, wrecked. It had all of its doors opened and all of its passengers weren't even inside. Instead, he found the criminals bound together, by an unknown, sticky substance that Lincoln could not identify.

Lincoln inspected the wheel and he noticed something; an object that was sticking out of the now penetrated the tires. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that it was made from an unknown substance from the looks of it. He took it out from the tire and he did a quick poke at its tips, pricking him even through his nanosuit. Lincoln was certain about one thing, they were sharp as hell.

Lincoln looked around more, only to see, metallic feathers? Another detail he caught on, several burn marks of footprints were scattered over the pavement as well as a few arrows on the ground. There was only conclusion Lincoln could come to: other people with extraordinary humans had been here.

Lincoln then heard something from above and looked up, his jaws dropped. Three silhouettes one resembled a technological spider, a teenage girl, and medieval knight, had jumped across to the other rooftop over him. There was another as well, except they were flying with what seemed like wings. Lincoln then felt a burst of wind as a navy blue and red blur from ten feet away ran past him with speed. Lincoln had officially found out something that night. 'I guess we're not the only heroes who protect this city,' Lincoln pondered in surprise as he looked as he saw the figures fade away. 'I hope we'll meet one day too.'

This was fairly easy.

Now the rest of the other chapters are unfinished. So that's how I'm taking a break. The next one is a Saluna one.

Trivia:

1. Mason Anderson is my OC, I barely use him anymore but he's not useless in this fic. When I have the time I'll show you why.

2. The third chapter was rushed because I wrote it, i was completely unmotivated to write that day, just like i am now. But the team at the end are gonna be introduced in the season one finale... When I have the time of course.