Previously, Lincoln was chased by Ronnie Anne x Lincoln supporters that somehow included Tabby, Haiku, Polly Pain and Giggles. Now, Lincoln gets dragged into a locker by none other than his twinning subordinate Lena Lark from 'the other house'.
"Lena, what are you doing here?"
"I have to get you safe away from that fiasco, somehow," Lena explains.
"Isn't this weird that you should be in another narrative than this?"
"Tell that to those guys who made the Dark Universe happen."
Shrugging that off, Lincoln utters, "Fair enough. But wait, how do you know about this mess?"
"It was everywhere in the school," she expounds, "I don't know. Somehow started online. Then I hear it from classmates." Lincoln gets baffled by the effect of such trivial chatter. "It is kind of amazing that you and Ronnie Anne have a fan's club."
"Wait, the school knows about that too?"
"You're right, they do."
"Okay, Lena, just to clarify, me and Ronnie Anne are not a thing."
"So, what's with all the sweet-sweet moments between you two?"
"It was nothing. I was just being a close friend to who is obviously a bully."
"Okay, you know people get mixed signals when a boy and a girl get too close to each other?"
"Yeah, but I never know that will get to this point."
"That's why we have to get this news straight!"
However, he only has this concern in mind: "Oh no, I hope she doesn't find out!"
"Wait, what are you talking about?"
"Oh nothing. Nothing. Just thinking if Ronnie Anne finds out or what?"
"Wait, does Ronnie Anne know about this?"
"Why we should ever mind about this? Romance isn't her thing. So naturally, she would just rub it on your face and say 'no'."
"Lincoln, there are two kinds of people who react to this news: those who tease you for befriend a real tough girl and those who support you for good. And let us just say that the latter is kind of angry at you."
"Man, you seemed to know a lot about this."
"I watched teen chick flicks with Loui. Out of my game. But back anyway, we have to bring Ronnie Anne on this. There's no other way."
"What?! You can't! I mean, she is way far away from Royal Woods!"
"So, let's get to her then. We'll take a bus to her place in the weekend."
"Then, what's next there?! I'll get the news straight that we're not a couple?"
"Or you could appease to the fans and the other kids that you two are forgiving each other? And you have to admit you are wrong at cheating."
"I'm not cheating Ronnie Anne when I and Ronnie Anne are not even a couple!"
Suddenly, the hall monitor bangs at the locker where the two are hiding. "Hey, no making loud noises in the lockers. Don't even attempt from class!"
Lena then whispers this to Lincoln, "Well, truth or not, you have to stop the riots there. And this is the best way to die the noise down."
Right at that exact moment, supporters of the shipping march inattentively in protest across the halls. Lincoln can just feel the intensity of even the extreme supporters of his so-called traitorous act.
"See?" Lena gives her point.
But as the mob passes by, Lincoln inexplicably sees Paige walking towards the crowd. And from her look, she seems curious of the ruckus.
Immediately, Lincoln rushes out of the locker and drags Paige away from the crowd and into a nearby classroom that has an open door.
"Lincoln!" Lena catches up to him after rudely fleeing away from her. Unfortunately, she never sees Lincoln again, almost like he vanished out of thin air like Batman. "Dang it! Where did he go?" She then goes on a stealthy search for Lincoln.
Meanwhile, after school, Clyde walks to the Loud residence with the intention of hanging out with his best buddy. It seems normal routine, until as he knocks on the door, a wild-mannered Lynn answers for him.
"Oh Clyde, nice for you to drop by. Just man that we're looking for," she sneers deviously.
"Uhhhh man you we're looking for," Clyde wonders.
"Uhm nothing. Just having spoken about."
"Anyway, is Lincoln home? We agreed to meet after school."
"Not yet, it seems. Why don't you step in and wait for him inside?" Lynn delivers with a not-so-subtle sinister tone.
"Why do you sound like that?" Clyde asks with a rise of nervousness.
"Not at all. I just watched this video internet where this guy pranked his parents because he imitated the voice of an evil TV character."
"Well, good effort for you, Lynn. Maybe too…ominous, but you could do a Disney villain impression," Clyde says as he steps into the Loud house. Clearly, he is not aware of what will happen next.
"Now!" At Lynn's signal, somebody closes the door and knocks Clyde unconscious.
When he is about gain consciousness, Clyde sees himself in a dark space where it is hard to breathe. Obviously, his head covered in a black bag, which gets taken off after he wakes up.
"Wha…what the…where am I…who are you?" Clyde asks the shadowy figures in front of him; shadowy because of the dim lighting. And it seems that he is in an interrogation room.
"We come at the upset of something grave, Clyde McBride!" Lynn, her face painted with red and black like a savage, fiercely confronts him.
"Lynn, what's happening here? Did you guys knock me out for this?"
Despite some reasonable questions, Lynn points her hockey stick to the poor 10-year-old. "We ask the questions here, McBride. So better cooperate or face the ultimate torture!"
"And that is…?"
Lynn then point to three unrecognizable figure who are covered in dark hoods and hockey masks preparing a rope, a post and a basin full of Lynn's smelly gym socks.
"Uhmmm what are the socks for?" Clyde nervously inquires.
"Do you really want to know?"
Segue to the part where Lynn immediately ties Clyde upside down on the rope with the basin of socks below him. The stench flows above towards Clyde's sensitive nasal passages. It may seem torture, given Lynn's penchant for draining sweat. But Clyde begs to differ, "You think you can torture me with smelly socks! I got…used to them…in…gym class!"
"Oh really?" Lynn then snaps her finger, which signals for the nearest hooded figure to let go of the rope that Clyde is hanged on, causing him to drop and sink to the pool of socks. "Now cooperate! You said at that night, the last night of the Day of the Dead ride…!"
"Wait, how do you know that?" Clyde asks interferingly as he is pulled back up.
He is lowered again to the socks. "I ask the questions, not you!" Lynn warns him. "Now, you said Lincoln likes another girl, who is not Ronnie Anne. Now, tell me, who is this girl Lincoln is talking about?"
"Why would I tell you?" Clyde utters before he gets drowned again.
"Tell us or else!"
One by one, Clyde gets immersed to the smelly pile. "I would rather die…! In a pile of socks! Than…! Okay, it's less dignified than…! It looks!"
"Tell us who's the girl or else!"
"Or what?!"
Just at that moment, a vehicle pulls up at the front of the Loud house. Lynn looks up from the curtain to see Lori parking Vanzilla. "Oh just what I wanted to see!" she sneers evilly. But as the sports junkie looks back at Clyde, he vanishes from her sight. "Clyde! Where'd he go?!" she scolds to her dark-hooded cohort, who she didn't notice got knocked out.
The hooded figure then shrugs, "I don't know."
"He might have escaped! Get him!" And with that, Lynn and her three hooded cohorts chase after Clyde out of the room. But it comes to a close as they completely exit the room, Clyde emerges from the pile of socks, suffocating from the horrendous smell, and quickly exits the Loud house from the window. It just happens that he was sock-boarded in Lisa's room. But to where he must go, he will never know.
Onto the next louder chapter…
