July 10th, 2039 - Night

Lucky's turn to crash for the night came when he simply became too fatigue while the two girls kept their chatting in the night. He simply stumbled forward, almost like a shot corpse, and hit the dirt. His body went sideways, with half his face getting smooched by dirt.

"Please tell me he doesn't snore or fart like mommy dearest," Lupa retorted, placing two fingers between her nostrils, ready for a case of consistent flatulence.

"No, not at all, actually. I'm thankful there's no gas problem with the brat, but he's like any normal teenager, you know." Linka abandoned her spot and picked up the sleepy redhead. She carried him as she returned back to her nice, butt-warm log and laid his head down on her lap. "He's been too curious to know of Lori's and Chandler's reason for leaving him. No one planned to tell him the truth. They promised him lies when he would turn eighteen."

"Ha, and you did a good job at spilling the beans. He shouldn't be kept away from shit like that." Lupa began to move the sticks from inside the bright fire.

"It was policy from the damn guys from the Agency, from wherever they're living at now. We have to live with blindfolds and socks in our mouths, or we'll be imprisoned or some shit. Telling him now, it might not have been smart, but who's he gonna tell? I don't know, he was crying earlier, but-"

"Aw, big aunt Linka worried about widdle Wucky." Lupa raised her hands to her eyes and mocked some crying. "Boo-hoo!" She rubbed her eyes and broke off some dark chuckles.

"No, fuck off, you. Anyways, no, I'm not remotely concerned about myself. But, you're right. They should have told him the truth. What I did, I stand by, even if its painful to him. I just..." This was mainly why she left. And she remembered how much she hated the way things were run. "Ugh! Stupids!"

"No, it's not them being stupid. They see things differently than us, that's what it is. That's what it's always been." Lupa looked to the tents. "They don't know that I've done the same here. I've looked out for kids here. I've helped Grimmtown advance and flourish, and they'll never know. They just keep in mind that we're of the same tainted blood and nothing more. We're just bloodthirsty inhumans to them."

"Uh, are you lecturing me?"

It might've been the Lucy part of Lupa's personality that took over her verbally. It wasn't so much a lecture, but rather some abstract thinking that could only be created away from the light. Lupa had more or less forgotten about being part Lucy, for she felt that there was more of Lincoln within her. "No, it's... I don't know, sorry," Lupa scratched her head.

"So, Grimmtown? All these years, Lupa?" Now was a good time as any to catch up on the missed years.

"You didn't think I was dead, did you? We're tough, we don't die easily."

December 6th, 2026

The trails were very narrow, and the whispers were but too few to gather a real lead. Lupa kept running and flying as far away as she could from the place her two beloved clone sisters had fallen. She decided enough was enough, and had lashed out on Luna and company for failing to stop Lincoln.

It was Lynn, Lynn was the real intervening force here. Lynn was the one who fucked up so hard, and Lupa had the maddening mind to take her life. All she was letting in was rage. She let herself try to attack Luna, who was trying to use words to cease and desist Lupa. What happened was Lupa ended up flying on her back real hard, from a swing of Luna's overpowering tail. After that, the running began.

She was alone, sitting on the edge of a multi-level parking garage. Carn horns, faint chattering and foosteps from the street levels hadn't allowed her the peace she desired. On a loop, her mind only kept flashing back to the only two people she found to have secretly, truly care for, moreso than their originals. She was angry, she was hurt. Maybe if she stepped off without trying to live, then it could be over, couldn't it?

From behind, someone managed to get the drop on her. Lupa was caught off-guard, and aimed quickly for an attack. "Who the hell are you?"

The sneak, looking like an emo chick, revealed themselves as another pheno, and proved their authenticity by transforming into a completely different person. This time, Lupa was seeing Brad Pitt standing right in front of her, and she couldn't really take this ability seriously.

"You from Grimmtown?"

"C-can you switch? He's not my favorite actor," Lupa said crossly. What she got instead was another Lupa, smiling like a psycho. "Wow, my thighs are thick. Okay, I believe you. So, what's this Grimmtown place?"

December 7th, 2026 - June 16th, 2037

Linka was offered the same chance Lupa received, but decided to remain put for reasons Lupa didn't understand. She believed Linka had a place in life to be something different than be simply a member of the Loud family tree. Lupa wanted out to let go of the darkness that could have grown if she, too, remained in the fractured family. Even to the clone of the goth, it was unbearable for her to handle. A new life awaited her, and that was exactly what she was gonna pave the way for. And it had already been kickstarted.

She returned back to the safe haven, with a nice landing, gaining help from her invisible parachute. Greeted by countless phenos, and with no hostility in play, she smiled widely and simply waved at the common folk of Grimmtown. She was close to Lemy's parents in the time she spent there.

She noted some facts between them and two specific Loud siblings that could've been something more, but maybe it was just too damn coincidental in her case. After all, life was always surprising and mind-fucking her to the point she wouldn't be shocked if one day it started raining literal cats and dogs.

The place she currently called home was a room in the third floor of the fifth building on the left, or Block One, as it was labeled. The place, at the time, was experiencing a great too many issues. Low food and supplies, paranoia of lack of concealment from the outside world, and the expanding number of phenos that would come crawling from danger here. Lupa had the security problem figured out.

She and a group of strong phenos went against the rules and established law of Grimmtown to raid a defunct Black Network site, taking up all weapons, technology and whatever else they could get their hands on. This took many days to accomplish, but Lupa and the group of phenos succeeded in bringing back an entire armory. The majority of all residents praised her for this act alone.

It was the founder of the place who gave her a hard time. Yes, Manuel Grimm, the one who led the first fifteen phenos and created this haven, was going off on her for endangering the lives of herself and the phenos who joined her, as well as putting the town at risk of exposure.

Lupa found it annoying, and it felt so much like the way Luna would berate and punish whoever was fucking up in whatever time. And that meant Lincoln, most of the time. "Sorry, but what are you even doing in this shithole? You're supposed to be on all these current issues. You're not doing your fucking job, and you're shouting at me for solving our security problem?!"

"Young lady, I don't think you understand the seriousness of your actions." Grimm himself, a short, middle-aged man with serious political views and possibly born to some serious people, had no room for insubordination or defiance, so he decided to ban the white-haired girl who had trouble, and some disturbing chills wherever she went, instantly. "I want you out immediately. You, and whatever belongings you've come here with."

And Lupa was almost out of there. She was speedwalking out of his untidy office-house, or whatever its proper term was, not that it mattered to Lupa. She was halfway out of the safe haven, when three lightly tanned girls came running to her. "Hey, you! Stop!"

Lupa did so, but she didn't bother turning around. She was surrounded by the trio, almost developing claustrophobia. "Yes, what?"

A cluster of questions overwhelmed her in less than a second. "What you did, it was amazing! How did you know where exactly to go?" Lupa tried to break free of the girls. "Do you happen to be related to this pheno we've heard about in a news update from a New York city incident?" She became bombarded with questions until one of them made a profound realization of Lupa. "Hey, her hair- It's white! Just like-"

It seemed that Lincoln Loud's legacy had extended its reach, revealed to Lupa slowly. "Yeah, I know who you mean. Related, such a strong word. In a sense, I'm his sister."

The shortest girl of the lot went half fangirl mode, yelping enthusiastically. "Oh, my gosh! So, what was that all about? All we've heard was him going on some rampage. And then reports of a similar individual wreaking havoc in San Francisco."

Lupa placed her hands onto her hips, all sassed up. "What are you, reporters? I'm not in the mood for an interview." She leaned her head close, forming a serious face. The three girls were pushed back from the force of Lupa's magnetic stare. She pointed to her left. "Out of my way, ladies. I've just gotten myself kicked out of this low budget institute."

"Uh, no," the tallest of the girls had a great surprise for Lupa. "I know our dad can be stubborn, but we, too, hold some degree of power here. And we say you've done good by us, so you don't have to leave."

"Oh, you three are Grimm's daughters? Isn't that something?" She found herself giggling at this. "Well, thanks for that. I guess I'll be going back to my room."

"Wait, wait a second, we still have questions. You now owe us, so you might as well just do a Q and A."

Lupa groaned with resilience, fuming that she was actually in debt to them- And she definitely had to pay them back somehow. For this reason, she actually respected them a little. "You're good, you're real good." Lupa faced back to her abode, still having to get accommodated to it. Slowly, she strutted away from the three. She didn't have to look back to know they were simply standing in place. "Don't just stand there, come on. And bring anyone else who's curious about this, cause I'll never repeat my life fucking story."

It took a half hour for her room to get overcrowded. She was just about to begin to go into her long explanation, which meant sharing much of the Loud history, starting at the fire and everything that followed after. They'd probably be shocked at knowing she was related to the true villain who made Grimmtown possible to begin with; Lisa Loud.

Few too many people had filled up the room, that Lupa thought it best to take it outside. "Back the hell up! Not enough space here!"

Over half of the town's population had gathered, adding to the crowd of Lupa's listeners. She was feeling the urge to sweat intensely, as it felt like she was due to give an oral speech in class. The million eyes on her, making her shake a little, but were also egging her to try her best in keeping steady. "So, I'm guessing you all know who ran Vial?"

A cluster of angry shouts and remarks followed pursuit. Like she initially believed, a majority of the townsfolk had seen the white and transparent glass cells of various Vial Corp facilities before the Louds came to topple the mighty brainiac's long-running empire. That same blood was running through her veins, and it was there that Lupa worried what they would do to her if that was known to them. "I knew this group of people, these phenos," she slowly began, going about it with a soft, fearful tone, "And they went and faced Vial directly. It was like a war, I guess. I was with them when I was freed from my own... Cell."

"So, you are also a victim of Vial?" One voice from the group asked.

"I'm... I was made to be more like a weapon. You see, I'm a clone of-" She was interrupted by some gasps and faint murmurs from the crowd. "I'm not done yet! Ugh, okay. So, these guys are the real deal. They dismantled it all, and what not. They saved you, if you happened to be victim to those scum."

"So, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with them?"

"It's complicated... Domestically complicated. And all phenos are now officially dangerous by the voice of our beloved government is not going to help me at all, if I decide to go back. The other ones, they're safe, I know they are. My- I had two great sisters, and they died. They died for nothing. I'll make damn sure that's not gonna be me!" Lupa performed great, to avoid any further, and unneeded questions. It didn't need to be known what the relationships were. It was irrelevant, most of it. Maybe all of it. The heroes of Grimmtown were dead, even if they weren't in literal sense. Maybe Lupa should have said she only saw them once, a fake story conceived, which would suggest that she was taken by them as the others have been. Too late for that.

Maybe she might go into detail one day. Maybe she will. Who knew?

Liby and Lacy, mentioned again. She hit a nerve there, and sat alone in her room again. The bed under her ass was just getting comfortable. The rest of the room felt more like a foreign cell. The walls were stained with some unknown substance, Lupa felt it might've been oil or sewage. She wondered what the story was with it. It definitely wasn't giving off any bad odor, that was for sure. The place where the door should have been, was only a dark red curtain hanging down. It was horrible, as Lupa preferred a locked room if she ever occupied. But it was a pro, for if anyone was coming in, she could see the bottom of the curtain for a pair of shoes incoming. Apart from those two irksome cons, the room was good, in the generic sense.

Over the years, she spent her time helping reconstructing and applying renovations to the town. From the technology they raided in the Black Network bases, an barrier was put up, which coated a layer of nothing but an empty field, as if there truly was nothing. The armory had also added new futuristic weaponry, so advanced that Lupa could joke that the new toys came from a Call of Duty game.

Laser guns, huge enough that it required two scrawnies, or a Stallone, to wield; boxes of teleporters, grenades, and some other round gadget that was later revealed to be force field shields; and among more guns, like explosive sniper rifles and body armor, thicker than Kevlar, were the start of the new arsenal, added to the many handguns, rifles and melee weapons they had already.

The first time she met Lemy, through his father, was around his infant years, One baby out of fifteen or so at the time. The memories with Lily she was created with had helped her take care of the toddler when Pat, the tyke's father, was off training with other strong phenos in combat and other defensive sessions. She enjoyed the little guy, and softened up to him.

It was slow, but in time, Lupa found herself trusting a fair group of people within the town. The group consisted of six people, with Pat included. She didn't know it immediately, but there was a spark slowly burning within her heart.

Once, Lemy fell asleep on her lap, rendering Lupaimmobile for the sake of her legs. Her hand automatically moved to his head and she rubbed his head in such a motherly fashion. Pat had gone invisible and was looking down at the usually cold chick all warmed up to the child. "Boo."

She freaked out, and blushed with a great red coloring on her face. Relieved that Pat took Lemy away from her numb legs, Lupa did some leg stretches and laughed with content.

The move between them was made after Lemy was placed in the homemade crib Lupa helped make. They sat next to each other, talking and laughing about their day. Pat leaned in, and Lupa let the kiss happen. The clothes came off just as fast, and Lupa was being dicked down. With every thrust that her new lover performed, she moaned, cried out and left some scratches on Pat's back. Her breasts bounced back and forth as the ride and its thrill kept going. His lips explored much of her body, and she squealed so girly when he bit into her boobs that she didn't believe she made that sound.

She laid on him, running a hand around his chest, enamored to the point she wasn't the Lupa anyone would recognize. "You weren't half bad, Patso."

He planted his lips onto her forehead, bringing a smile to her face. "Feeling's mutual, but it's only my second time, so what do I know about good sex, right?"

Lupa, a next-gen creature of curiosity, didn't restrain from a question that was not her business at all. She coughed before asking away. "So, um, what uhh..."

Of course, he knew what she was going to ask. "His mother is gone."

As it turned out, Lemy's unknown mother happened to be a normal person, younger than Pat. It was nothing short of a relationship, but Pat was handed baby Lemy when he revealed himself as a pheno. The guess was that it might've spooked her into running away, and Pat left it at that. This filled the in-between and led the father and son to arrive at Grimmtown, through similar trails that Lupa received. Ge shared openly, and Lupa was due to give him something just as good and significant. And she did just that.

It was about four years later, and in a dark night, when they were gathered at Lupa's request. "No, this isn't a sleepover." She scratched the back of her head, looking down. "I've left a lot of things out that one time I so vaguely explained what I've been through. But there's more, there's been more the whole damn time."

Her heritage, tied to some real monsters, and heroes, or vigilantes, depending on who's point of view it was, became known that night. "You've heard of the Freights? These bad dudes who wanted to mess up the world for some damn message."

Pat rubbed his chin. "I remember hearing about them on the news. Why, you knew them, too?"

Lupa lifted her shoulders. "More or less. You remember I said I was a clone, right?"

All heads nodded in unison, wondering what Lupa was going to unveil from her past.

"I happen to be a clone of two people, not one. One was a Freight, who became a pheno later. The other, who I take after physically, is- I mean, was a monster hunter. She joined Vial as protection service, but joined the phenos I ran with when she found out what they were doing. If... If anything still makes less sense, I'd like to say that-" Lupa gulped quickly. "-These phenos, me, my sisters and my donors, we all belong in the same fucking family tree."

"...What?"

"Yeah, but that's not all. Hell, not even the half of it. My name, my full name..." Lupa stood on both legs, furthering the dramatic vibes in her room. "...Is Lupa Loud."

Now

"Did they hang you up like a piƱata or something? Considering they didn't kill you, they punished you less severely, did they not?" Linka would have armed herself if it was her instead of Lupa in Grimmtown.

"No, I wasn't attacked, or anything. Not by my close friends, but I'd get verbal abuse every so often, which I totally understand. It took less than a month for the whole phenoville to know the blood I share with is the same as the one person who fucked up hundreds, maybe thousands of lives. That's not a Lupa fact they forgot as fast as I've shared. But, I was no Lisa, nor the weapon she intended me to become. No one had anything to worry about, so shit died down eventually."

"I get it. They want to feel safe and shit. It's just the survival instinct, which we don't really think about, but we definitely act upon it." Linka yawned widely. "It's getting late, sis. Maybe we should call it a night?"

The cue beckoned Lupa to decrease the burning flames until the embers were no more. Linka moved in the dark, and used her memory to get to where she believed was her tent. She didn't even wish Lupa a good night, and felt around the space that wasn't occupied by the sleeping teenager. She dropped down, rolled in the only cover the tent offered, and yawned.

July 11th, 2039

Somewhere in the morning, maybe afternoon, Linka and Lucky were set and ready, while the kids were still taking down the tents. Linka held the last teleportation device, courtesy of Lemy. She stood in front of a tree, waiting for the latter to wrap up their packing.

"We don't have to take them down, I'm sure no one comes here," Linka added.

There wasn't much of the kids' belongings to take, apart from a second pair of clothes, and no bag or a backpack to even carry them in.

"Hey, I know there's space in there. Help these guys out, Linka." Lupa tugged at the brown duffel bag in Linka's arms, and managed to pull it from her.

"Ugh, fine. I guess it shouldn't matter since I'm coming back to my wardrobe," Linka compromised. "Take as much as you can."

Leia pulled the duffel bag from the air and sprinted to her tent. "I get to go first, for I'm fabulous! And, I've been leading us-"

Lupa snickered, and looked away to hide her expression from the bitchy blonde.

"Lupa Loud, you are my number one rival!" Leia formed a fist and waved it at Lupa before dumping her small pile of clothes, mostly of the pink color, and passed the duffel bag to Tabby.

"How long did you have to put up with her?" Linka found herself laughing a bit.

"Uhh, like four years," was Lupa's reply. "She's the Lola of this place, minus the whole diva thing. Our recreational activities don't include beauty pageants, and they probably never will."

"If there were any, I would be winning them in streaks, I tell you!" Leia crossed her arms, scoffing with disgust.

"Okay, we're ready!" Lemy held and shook the duffel bag. "So, we're gonna meet more of Lupa's family, right? God, I hope there's some good food waiting for me at the other end."

"There should be," Linka assured. "Plenty for everyome who's still hungry."

All the kids cheered and smiled. "Right on, love! I could really neck a tasty sarnie right about now!"

"Uhh... What did the British girl say?" Linka laid a finger on her head and scratched.

"She wants a sandwich, peanut butter specifically. I hope you have some tasty iced mochas waiting for me?" Lupa growled at Linka purely for some intimidation. "You know how much I love those things."

"Heh, don't I always?" Linka let the round object fall feet from her. Soon, the familiar blue portal opened up on the ground, replacing a piece of the dirt carpet. "Kids go first, then us three."

Tabby was the first to jump in, howling with her undying enthusiasm. "Woooo!"

"Geez, tiny Luna confirmed," Linka yelped. The Fairchild kids slowly walked towards the blue hole until they fell in and disappeared wordlessly. Leia stood at the end, and looked over the funny, blue whirlpool. "I- I'm not sure about this, so maybe I'll just-"

"Oh, no you don't!" Lupa raised Lemy from the ground, ramming him into Leia. "Sorry, not sorry!"

"Whu- Lupa!" Lemy wiggled frantically as he and the carry-on bag macked into the junior Lola, making her shriek in fear.

"Well, that was harsh," Linka joked. "Lucky, get in there!"

The teen pulled his beanie down again, and strapped his backpack tighter. "I'm not used to this shit yet."

"And for your own good, you never do," Lupa exclaimed. She gave him a push as well, helping him get to the other end. "Meet you there, Linka."

"Of course." Linka looked around to the leftovers of the campers, and then around the woods one last time. Lupa had vanished into the vortex. "It smells like shit here."

Linka did a stretch before jumping in.

The Loud Residence - Sunnyvale, California

Linka hit the hard wooden floorboards of the hall, right outside Lucky's room. "Fuck! Why did I bend my knees?" She stood up, and rubbed her throbbing legs before looking around. For a place that should have been going off and noisy, she discovered it was too quiet. Hell, the silence was more than enough to drive her bonkers. "Uh, hello? Lupa? Lucky? Pipsqueaks?"

From below, the alerting sound of a shattering glass cup placed Linka into action. She turned downstairs and made a wide leap that landed her right at the second step. It was something miraculous when she didn't miscalculate this time and rolled upon impact.

She saw them. All the kids, and even Lucky, hiding behind Lupa for some strange reason. But it was the fact that they seemed scared of something. "Fuck is going-?"

Lupa had her hands out, extended right into the kitchen. Linka wasn't seeing whatever the problem was. She advanced right to Lupa's side and peered into the kitchen. "Lupa, what's-?"

A pair of yellow eyes, with demonic, green pupils, were staring back at the lot. At first, Linka thought it was Luna in her monstrous form. But she was wrong, for Luna herself was standing behind the creature these horrid eyes belonged to, bloody and seemingly unconscious. Linka finally noticed the surroundings, and the awful mess made in this obvious fight they missed out on.

The creature grew closer, and was too strangely appearing coincidentally identical to Luna's reptilian form. "Why... Hello..." The voice was deeper, and croaked more, so much like an actual demon.

Linka and Lupa struck their battle poses and clenched their fists, ready for a fight at the home front.


AN: Phew, another chapter done. What new thing could I possibly be doing this time? Who's in danger, and who isn't?

A special thanks to Patanu for the granted permission in the not-so-subtle use of him and Lemy and I think Leia was his? Not sure, too many sin kids. And another thanks to Forlorn Hope for his Fairchild OCs.

Who is this second reptilian beast? And why does it look familiar to Luna's alter ego? Fnd out, and more on the next chapter of 2039!