I can't recall where I got this idea. I wanna say this movie called Love Object... But that's wrong, I've never seen that. This isn't an SK sub-fic but will include my variation of Leia Loud, the Lolacoln love child created by Patanu.

Lincoln saw that icon again. It happened on the commercial break of tonight's episode of Arghhh!, and he totally lost it, fanboying- Or fangirling- Hard. He slapped his hands on his chin, fingers connected on the tip of his lower lip. He was just as a girl was when seeing Justin Bieber on the telly, but with him- She who made him go all giddy and happy this way was that sexy teenage pop star Leia Prescott who also doubled down as an actress on a Nickelodeon sitcom. You know the type, those Dan Schneider ones where feet went out more times than you could count- And Leia had brought hers out once.

Leia Prescott was sixteen, a sweetheart of 5'4, blonde and came with pigtails. Of course she was hot to him; she was hot because he was hitting that phase already. He liked her, to see her in screen, and overall, it looked to be healthy among his older sister's, for they knew he was growing up. But that was the initial view they've picked up on. They didn't know, how could they? How could they know of his deeper fixation on Leia effing Prescott?

You know how Clyde got with Lori, the mere concept of her? This wasn't that, it was worse.

Lincoln not only saw the pop star on that screen, but on that of his phone. The search engine on YouTube was of her- Not all of them, but enough to raise questions, and then alarms- printed photos of Leia Prescott tucked inside his drawers. Lincoln had already begun to touch himself inappropriately already, going on in the early stages. You'd think Ronnie Anne would have given him a hand job, but you'd be wrong to assume that. This isn't a Stephen King monster novel, and I am no Flagg, but all the psychological fuckery can and will be found here, you could be damn certain this is sickening.

That was putting it mildly, but he, the white-haired lad of eleven years old, was obsessed with the smoking teen. And maybe Luna was as well, but she could never admit it, for she found a partner in the sweet Sam Sharp (and would finger her behind the F-wing before zero period weekly).

Thirteen different printed pictures of her, only her. No one else, to hell with them. He had it all for her, for some reason (which I haven't thought of yet).

For some reason...

Leia... The boy popped a boner, still seated in the couch when his sisters weren't around. He thought of unzipping and rubbing out a fresh one- and squirt on the cushions?! Impossible for him now, not without getting into trouble. The wrath of the parents, unimaginable. Leia, sit on my lap...

The commercial still played, lasting for thirty-seven seconds in total. He knew, he counted. In this commercial, it was just an ad of the new episode for the show she starred in. Corny jokes and her cute laughter, he took audible pleasure in it. He closed his eyes and slapped his right hand over his crotch, eager to jack off to her image, and wanting to do so in her presence. He'd go at it and squirt in her face, and she was a girl, she was to enjoy it, no? He saw her lick her lips and shove her face down to him, taking in his prematurely small penis, gobbling it up and sucking away. She could be a heavenly angel if she could ever come right out of the screen and give him that awesome head he felt he deserved, that he wanted from her. Yum yum.

I want you- I need you. Blow me away-

And it ended as he envisioned it.

No, wait...

It ended.

It ended...

Do- Do we have a DVR?

It ended, Lincy.

He grabbed the remote, then came back to the real world. Nope, not a DVR, they went on a budget, and he was feeling the abrasive end of it again. Dang it! Leia...

But he'd see her again if he waited. And waited. And waited.

And he'd smile rather freakishly, an unsettling grin of a pale, sinister child who knew what he wanted to do with and to the pop star. Him and all the nuts who drooled over her, both minor and legal.

DOLLF### - CHAPTER ONE: lovesick

Lincoln was currently finishing up a multiplication test, facing the predicaments through the elevens. This was the final task before the bell rang, the signal for recess. Clyde had already finished it within the first five minutes, that boy was destined for great things. Zack and Rusty were near the end, around at the same level as the albino. Pencils were being tapped repeatedly and randomly, several hums and Agnes Johnson had her morning joe, patiently waiting for her students to wrap up. She promised them an early release should they finish before the bell rang- but who was to say it would be?

It rang without the class having the extra time pass, all tests being left on their desks for Mrs. Johnson to collect without hurry, as she said it herself. Next, Lincoln and his crew, minus Liam, assembled upon one of the bench tables near the cafeteria. They went all out in dialogue, talking over yesterday night's recent episode of Arghhh!

Then, Clyde, Zack and Rusty overloaded verbally, overlapping with one another in excitement and thrill- but Lincoln had someone snapped back into the commercial breaks. He nodded at them, mindlessly smiling and agreeing about how the episode was, how Hunter Spector fought off the ghoulish Imul the Expelled, the ghost of a girl apparently sacrificed to a witch cult. Supernatural as fuck, more on the level for Lucy.

Lana and Lola, the younger twin sisters of the Loud family, came running to greet their big brother. (For me, elementary and middle school were one and the same, I know it's not for every school, but...) Lucy, the goth brat who owned a bat named Fangs, slithered her way into the sibling group as she would. "Hey, guys," she greeted them with no true emotion in her croaky voice.

"Lincyyyy, can I have the dessert mom left yoy for lunch?" Lola clamped her hands together, blinking away rapidly with that grade-A smile to feign her innocence, but this Pepto Bismol lass was quite the opposite; a wretch in human disguise, of greed and selfish desire. The devil was Lola.

But she snapped him back from his fantasy of the prior night. "Huh?"

"Lincy, could you help me dig up some worms?" Lana, a tiny sweetheart of a tomboy, tugged at her brother's orange sleeve. "Hops needs to have his lunch!"

"Lana, heel!" Lola policed. "You don't need help-"

"Lincy," Lucy cut in, "I'd like your help with something."

"Oh?" Lincoln placed a hand on Lana's head gently, telling her, "I'll help you in just a second, Lucy, Lana was first." He was that mature for an eleven year old.

"Thanks, Linc!" Lana smiled and sprinted to the soccer field, leading Lincoln to the worm hunt. Lucy was the only one who dared trail, and Lola, naturally, did not wish to follow them, to engage in dirty nonsense. When she and the three boys made eye contact with each other, her sadistic grin formed again- and Clyde, Rusty and Zack hightailed it out of there, knowing full well what the diva brat was capable of.

Lana and Lincoln dug around one corner of the field, where it was extra moist as of yet. Lincoln got the dirt under his nails, and it felt mushy to his fingers, but for Lana- For his adorable, trap-happy sister in love with the outdoors, he'd oblige in any day of the week. "Oooh, look!" Lana was the first to find a work, valiantly showing it off.

Lucy circled around the two diggers, silently praying that they could find a bone- Or a skull, and Lucy had forgotten she was at school, meaning- It's not rocket science, figure it out and realize how messed up she is. I mean, she has Lupa in the Sin Kids verses, for crying out loud. Wicked...

"Lana, you have a bag, don't you?" He raised a single eyebrow at her, not seeing any bag or container. From here, Lana took off her red cap and put the worm- Yes, you read right- into the cap when she flipped it upside down. "Oh!"

"I'm always prepared!" Lana exclaimed triumphantly.

Even Lucy winced, disgusted but only just. "Hey, Lincy, I have a favor to ask you."

"Sure, Luce," Lincoln rolled out of his tongue, still running his hands around the dirt. "What is it?"

"I know you've been saving up for that new Blood Medal game coming out later this year, but... There was something I wanted, and it's selling out quickly-"

"Oh, you want me to help you out?"

Lucy clapped her hands together, basically begging for it. "Yes, please!"

"Well..." He gave it humble thought, knowing they were far aways from November, and there were plenty of allowances between then and now. And just like that, he did agree, nodding once. "Sure, Luce, I think I can spare some of my savings."

Lucy hugged her dear brother tightly, feeling grateful and happy to having her wish granted. "Thank you so much, Lincoln! You won't regret it!"

"So what is it you want to get?"

Lucy whipped out her touch phone, opening up to her browser and showing him an article she hadn't yet closed. "So I saw this during class-" Still the same voice but the tone heightened to a cheerful one. "-life size mannequins that can be customized-"

Lincoln felt creeped out, seeing a full picture of a boy- no, it looked like a boy, an actual child, but only it wasn't; the skin, paler than the full moon, was something like porcelain, truly smooth, silky and plastic-y. The unsettling, lifeless grin on it never came him the impression it was that innocent, and the pair of eyes, those blue eyes, had a reflective sparkle unlike any pair of eyes his own had made contact with. The face of a doll that looked damn well convincing to that of a real boy- and it didn't help that it was placed on a sofa, arranged with its hands on its lap, and wearing a tuxedo as if someone took it to prom. Disturbing for him.

The details of it stated it would be five feet long, the only limitation, and that it would come as if it were a toy. No private parts at all, meaning the company wasn't aiming their target audience to the perverts and the pedophiles. Why Lucy wanted one, he didn't know- He realized it then and there that Lucy needed fake corpses. This had to have been the one reason, of course!

"You want or of these?" Lincoln questioned. "What would mom and dad think?"

"I'll take the heat, Lincy- Just please-"

"Lucy-" He didn't feel too right about it, but Lucy was naturally creepy, spooky- He'd have gotten used to that girl, his sister, but this... This took the cake. "You want to order one of these? Are you sure?"

"As a heart attack..." she responded back rather calmly, grin not fading from her pale face.

The winds picked up, causing a severe breeze that then rattled the fences around the field. The noise filled the atmosphere, and his hair blew out of proportion just as Lucy's had; he saw it in her eyes when her bangs shifted to the left, revealing her natural blue eyes not hidden for the first time in so long. The eyes or Lucy, full of tender eagerness to make the online purchase. Who was he to say no to her?

The trees sand a song when their branches bellowed about. Lana was oblivious to their talk, continuing to find food for Hops. Food.

"Well, if you want it, Luce, then-" He took his eyes off of her, looking back at the specs. Customizable. These dolls came customizable, and scrolling through it again, he found that it had an option of making it to resemble a female-

Wait a second... A girl doll...

A girl doll at your disposal, Lincy. Which one suits your fill?

And then he blinked, envisioning it- No, her. Leia Prescott in doll form. The same clothes, the signature pigtails, her curvy smile and all the right features to make it feel like it was the real thing. All that and more... And more, for a measly seventy-five bucks plus shipping and handling. Hot damn, that was a good deal!

Oh, yes... Yes! Yes, I'll take it! I'll have it- I'll have you!

He wanted it, but the game- The Ultimate Edition copy of Blood Medal- That was only a damn hundred- Not including all the DLC packs, mind you, you know how they are today- And he was shy of only twenty more. Twenty, minus however much Lucy was asking- And yet...

New plan.

I'll have you... I'll have you instead, Leia.

Lucy kept her fanatical smile on display. Her own idea was to order a boy doll modelers after Edwin the Vampire (there was one episode featuring a flashback to the character's childhood, this design to be replicated for the doll's design).

"Lincy, you have no idea how much this means to me-"

Leia.

Lana used both hands to scoop up a large amount of dirt from the hole she made, and found a don't beetle crawling right out of the woodworks, disturbed of its home by her. "Ooooh, a buggie!" And she picked it up, only for the winds to brazenly pick up and blow the beetle out of her pinching fingers, falling somewhere in the grass around. "Oh, no!"

Leia...

Lucy turned her attention back to the freshly made dirt mount, peeking around for human remains.

Doll.

The world was steady, but noisy yet, but in his mind, the stranger world within- He heard nothing but the melodious sound of Leia Amanda Prescott's voice, guiding him, playing and touching his heart. The soft whispers he heard on his left ear, then his right, it was her compelling him to go and buy the doll, to specify it be modeled after her. That wasn't insane, right? Nothing cringy about it. No way, man.

Dollface...

Dollface girl, I want to touch you.

Leia.

My Leia...

AN: The D stands for creepy. Anyways, this is going where you know it's gonna go. There is a sort of sickness not just in fantasizing, but being unable to split it from reality as well as being in too deep that the perspective becomes warped, too foggy of a conscious, it isn't healthy in any way at all. Behold, Lincoln Loud having this much of an obsessive fixation on pop star Leia, which has an explanation, duh.

Next; the doll arrives.