He23t - Well since this AU is in a similar shared universe of the GTA world, i wanted to make Lincoln share the same traits as other protagonists but for him to have his purpose. But i'm glad you caught on.

Gamerlover41592 - It seems like things will be getting crazy from now on.

This chapter won't be too much based around on Lincoln, I've wanted to give more spotlight on Lars for a bit since he is going to be playing a major role.


Grand Theft Loud

Act 1

The Stranger

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Beckett Road

May 7th, 2019

8:32 pm

'Please...Help me..."

She didn't know what to do or say. The man clearly looked injured. For all she knew this could've been some sick trap by street thugs. Maybe this guy was just some messed up homeless guy who took one too many needles. But maybe, just maybe this guy could actually be really hurt and in need of medical help.

She finally asked him "What happened?"

Lars seemed very troubled. Witnessing the death of his best friend was one thing, but to be shot at and chased in the darkness was another. He wasn't thinking straight when he ran into this woman. Oddly enough it was almost looking in a mirror when he saw her. She had hair dark as night, her style was one of an attractive Hot Topic model. Her skin was pale like his too. He rid those thoughts and focused on what was going on now.

"My friend...he...h-he was killed...I-I tried to save him but i c-couldn't...the same guys who killed him tried to kill me. I ran and ran until i got as far away as possible. I didn't realize i got grazed until now." he showed her his wound."Please mistress i-i just need help. I'm scared."

Lucy didn't know what to think. When she saw him she saw a scared mortal in fear for his life. She would understand him if she were in his place.

He was in desperate need of help. She wanted to believe that what he said is true but she kept having her doubts. She's heard about such acts of violence and rape occurring because a woman like her was wandering around in the dark, but seeing his wounds cleared her doubt. It seemed like he was telling the truth.

"Look, i don't have my phone with me but...come with me. I'll see about what i could do. I'll get you some help."

Hearing this soothed his fear. He thought that this woman would've seen him as some crazy freak but that didn't happen. He thanked the woman and proceeded to follow her in the breezy night.


1216 Franklin Avenue

May 7th, 2019

8:58 pm

The front door opened in the Loud residence. Lincoln revealed his presence to the family which calmed their worries.

"Hey guys sorry i'm late, i got several calls from references today. Got paid a lot for it."

His mother sighed in relief. "Oh sweetie, you had me worried sick when the girls said you were out late. I know you're old enough to be out there all by yourself and all but nothing hurts to call and let us know that you're okay."

He knew his mother means much. It's a mother's instinct to worry for her children. Although he's an adult now, to his parents he's still their little boy, well in this case their only little boy. He knew that he'd had to apologize for his recklessness. "Sorry mom, i guess i was too focused i forgot to call. I won't forget next time."

His mother stroked his hair before remembering a certain someone. "Lincoln, did you happen to see Lucy? Apparently she went out to look for you just before you came home."


It's getting late now. Her family will be wondering where she was soon. But right now Lars needed help. He's still bleeding from his injury. he kept his sleeve covered to hold the blood in but she knows that won't last long soon. She needed to bring him somewhere. If he didn't get any help soon he may just bleed out.

Why was she helping him? She doesn't know who this guy is. A part of her just wanted to lead him to no where and ditch him, leaving him on his own but the other part wanted to help him dearly. He was hurt and there was visible proof. If this was all an elaborate set up then surely by now something would've happened.

Lars kept to himself the entire time. He didn't speak a word to her. Maybe if she got him to talk she could know him better as a person. She could earn his trust and he could earn hers.

"So...what's your name?" she asked.

He looked up at her. He was a bit hesitant to talk to the stranger helping him. As of now he was afraid, traumatized by what he had just witnessed. He was going to ignore her at first but upon realizing that she was going to help him he thought maybe it was fair to avoid silence.

"I'm Lars...Lars Lyres."

"His name is Lars, that's a start" she thought.

"I'm Lucy Loud."

"Lucy? Interesting."

She didn't want to keep this conversation in the dark, she wanted to get him talking more.

"So Lars, How are you holding up?"

He held his wound "It's still bleeding."

"Poor choice of words, I shouldn't have asked something so obvious."she mentally argued. She was about to ask another bad question but realized that if she had said the wrong things the for sure he would stay silent.

She thought of something to ask him. "I uh... I like your style."

"Thanks uh... I like yours too. Are you?..."

"Goth? I still like to consider myself one."

"I guess me and this woman have something in common" he thought.

Running out of options on where to take him, Lucy thought maybe she could bandage him up herself. She couldn't bring him near his family otherwise they'd get really nosy. Not to mention that with all the blood Lars has on his sleeves, that will give her parents something to worry about. She couldn't lie otherwise it'd bite back later. The only option left was to sneak him through the back.


The arrived at the Loud house. SO far no one noticed her in the front yard (as usual). She put her arm around Lars to take him to the back of the house.

"Okay Lars, i could help patch you up but i'd have to do it without my family knowing you're here."

He looked confused. "Why not?"

"Trust me, it won't be a good idea." she said.

Lucy snuck a peak into the kitchen, making sure that it was clear of nosy siblings and parents. She saw no one inside and decided to sneak in through the back door and kept it stealthy so that no one would hear. She peeked her head through the dining room and saw no one once again. Making her way to the dining room she did the same thing to the Living room only this time she saw her entire family sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Dammit, alright this is the part where we stay as quiet as possible. C'mon" she said.

Knowing her family they wouldn't really notice her. Something she'd accustomed to growing up. She walked carefully all while guiding Lars upstairs. She noticed that Lars himself walked the same way she does. You could hardly hear him walk if you didn't pay much attention.

Upstairs she turned left towards the bathroom. With everyone downstairs she knew no one was inside, unless somehow she missed someone and they pulled a Lucy and popped out of no where. She went inside and sat Lars down so that she could start applying aid.

She opened up the medicine cabinet and pulled out a couple of bandages and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. She figured maybe he could've gotten some sort of infection from running through the woods with an open wound. Just to be safe she grabbed it.

She took a couple of sheets of paper towel "Now hold still." she told him.

She applied the hydrogen peroxide onto the paper towels and applied pressure to his wound. He hissed at the stinging pain he was receiving. He knew it would be best to just go through with this than protest against Lucy. She was only helping him after all.

She then removed the damp towel and began to wrap the bandages around his arm.

"So what were you and your friend doing out at night?" she asked. She thought it would be best to try and talk with him again.

"We were um... we were on our way to a meeting of the Mortician's club. The one here in town." he replied.

"Mortician's club? Interesting." she thought to herself. "Interesting, I've never seen you there before. Are you new?"

He raised an eyebrow "Only been a part of it for 3 years now. Why?"

She couldn't help but smile a little "I used to be a part of it before i left for college. You must've joined after i left."

"She must be the girl Silas talked about so much."

"How is it nowadays?" she asked.

"Oh it's...great i guess. So Lucy, do you know someone by the name of Silas?" he asked

Silas? She definitely remembers who he is. She had a crush on him when she was only 8 years old. They'd only been together for a few months before they separated. They stayed mutual friends afterwards.

"Yeah, he's one of my ex's. He still goes?"

"Yeah, me and him aren't on good terms. He always tries to get me kicked out. I don't know what his problem is but it's ridiculous." He started feeling better once the bandages were up at work.

Lucy was thinking about what he had just said. Why would Silas hate Lars for no apparent reason? She wasn't sure but maybe she could pay the club a visit.

She finished putting up the bandages for Lars. She had hoped that they would help him ease his pain. From the looks of it, they might be working. Lars isn't trembling in pain like he was when she first saw him. As of now she wasn't sure what he'll do now.

"Alright, that should do it." She told him

"Thank you Lucy, at first i wasn't sure if you'd really help me. I didn't want you to think i was some creep when we first met."

"Well to be honest i was having my doubts but when i saw how scared and hurt you were that's when i decided to help you out. So what are you going to do now?"

He wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't sure if he should go to the mortician's club meeting, at this point it was probably over. He couldn't even go home like this, While he did live on his own he really wasn't in any mood to stay by himself where the traumatizing memory of watching his friend die in front of him would haunt him.

"I-I don't know Lucy. I just don't know where to go." he said somberly.

She felt bad for him. Just hearing about what he had been through was enough to make her feel so terrible for Lars. Not only did he lose his friend, he was chased and shot at where he ended up getting grazed on the arm. She thinks maybe he believes that they're still out there looking for him. Maybe he was too scared to leave on his own.

She thought for a little bit before she had an idea. "Hey, maybe you can stay here for the night, but the attic is about the only place i can think of where no one will really see you."

"She's letting me spend the night in her home?" he thought. He started to figure that maybe Lucy just feels bad for him. She's helped just about enough already, so why not at least accept her offer? "Thanks Lucy, i appreciate everything you've done for me."

Without even realizing she smiled at him "No problem Lars."

She peeked her head out of the bathroom and into the hall to see if anyone was around. To her surprising luck no one was around. She guided Lars to where the latch for the Attic had been. She opened it up and headed upstairs with him.

The attic had been the Loud family's personal museum for old memories bad and good alike. From outdated fashion to piles and piles of books where among those piles were their memory books. They had many of their personal belongings there as well, some which they never use anymore.

"I know it's pretty dusty and old but like i said before, no one will bother you up here. Not a lot of us go up here...and whatever you do...don't go near that corner."

In one corner of the attic, all of Luna's stuff was piled there collecting dust for the past 13 years. No one in the family ever steps near. To the Louds, it was a forbidden area to which no one ever dared to be near. They just didn't want to go through a wave of emotion.

Lars saw the corner she was talking about and understood clearly to not go any step near there. While he didn't know why, he respected Lucy's wish.

"Lucy...I can't thank you enough-"

"Don't mention it Lars, just...just sleep well tonight." she turned to take her leave for the night. Before she left she turned to Lars once more. "Lars...i'm sorry about your friend...I hope you can find it in yourself to have a restful night...goodnight Lars."

"Goodnight Lucy..."

She descended downstairs and closed the latch. The attic swelled into darkness to which Lars illuminates with an old lantern. He found a few pillows to which he layed on. He stared into the ceiling with today's events revolving around his mind.

From waking up in the morning to meeting with Hokku to his unfortunate demise. His last words and his last stand was enough to break the dam. That night Lars cried to sleep.


A/N: Hey everyone, i hoped you enjoyed this short chapter. While most of the story revolves around Lincoln, i also planned to make chapters dedicated to certain characters in the story that actually play a major role. If this story seems slow for you, then i don't know why you still read it. This isn't a complete action filled fic, this is a characterization/drama/crime fic. But as i said many times, if there is something you think i should improve on feel free to say so in the reviews and i'll try my best to work that in for future chapters. Stay tuned for the next chapter everyone, FrostbiteFear out.