Currently, Lincoln was laying down on his bed trying to take a nap after playing some games. Ever since this morning, he had felt uneasy for some odd reason. He often felt himself feeling anxious over many things ever since he had fought Lynn but tried to pass it off as superstition that he should just ignore.

"I've found these video games to be quite relaxing. Helps me ignore those odd dreams I've been having lately ever since I got these tentacles in my arms. I don't see anyone. Just a bag full of those golden little puzzle pieces from someone's point of view. He's giving them to someone but I just can't make out who or what it is," Lincoln spoke into a tape recorder. "I think it's trying to tell me something but I can't figure it out... I guess time will need to tell."

Lincoln has recently found an odd device in the attic that Lucy called a tape recorder. It was apparently Rita's when she was young but let Lincoln keep it along with all the spare empty tapes that he could use for things that a tape recorder could do. Apparently it could play music but Lincoln found the MP3 player filled with video game music and such to be much more convenient so instead he used the recorder as more of a diary than anything. Talking about what was happening, anything interesting and talking about his dreams and what happened in them. Currently, he was on his second tape with the rest being stored in one of his desk drawers.

Pressing the stop button, Lincoln got up and took the tape out, got out some tape and a marker and labeled it "entry 2" and put it in the drawer. Once he was about to sit back down, his stomach rumbled in hunger. Guess he did skip out on breakfast.

Lincoln stood up and went out into the hallway and turned left and headed down. As Lincoln took one step down the stairs, a large piece of metal slammed down, making Lincoln back up out of way before it could slice him in half. Lincoln looked at what seemed to be a guillotine at the stairs only to dissipate into orange mist.

"Magic... We're under attack! By who? Luan! Luan where are you?!" Lincoln shouted as he rushed to Luans door and knocked and pounded on the door to see it was locked. "What's this?"

A note was taped to it that said "Meet me in the living room, if you can make it! Hehehe!".

Great. Luan was thinking this was a joke? Or maybe Luan is the attacker. This was something did not need right now. However, he had no other choice but to head down, so he took a deep breath and ran down downstairs, managing to avoid more traps that slowly dissipated into orange mist.

"Yep. This just screams magic to me. But why make all of these normal traps and stuff. Something tells me this is like some sort of prank? If so it isn't a funny one at all."

As Lincoln took another step, a pie was launched right into his face directly. He simply sighed and wiped the cake off his face in annoyance. At least it tasted good, whatever it was. He took another step only for another pie to slap him. One more step and one more pie, now with a big bucket of milk to help wash it all down.

- five minutes later -

After a few painful minutes of food and drinks being dumped on Lincoln while going down the stairs, he had finally reached the first floor of the house right into the living room. He looked around cautiously before tip-toeing around the living room, trying not to set off any of the invisible magic traps that had been set up. Oddly enough, most of the traps didn't seem lethal at all. In fact, most of them seemed to be made only to annoy him with the exception of that one guillotine.

Lincoln took another step forward, making a giant boxing glove shoot out from the wall and hit him right in the face, conveniently sending him flying into the kitchen. What was not convenient however was that is sent him into the oven which while it wasn't turned on, was filled with a bunch of now angry raccoons that began to attack him.

"GAH! WHAT KIND OF TRAP IS THIS?!" shouted Lincoln as he swung his body in many motions to get them off, needing to use his tentacles to grab them all and toss them right out the window. Once they were gone, Lincoln looked around for Luan or possibly a note of any kind to see if it would give any clues on what was happening. "Nothing at all. Dang it. This is getting confusing at this point. Ow! Raccoon scratches... Might need to get the bleeding stopped..."

As he looked in the drawers and cupboards, the small TV on the kitchen counter suddenly turned on to show Luan sitting in her room with a cartoonish looking grin on her face. That face of hers instantly said "I'm the one behind all of this!" to him.

"Hahaha! Looks like you've made it this for, Lincoln! Or should I say... mimic!" Luan said in an accusing manner. "However, it isn't a definite answer if you're a fake or not without any proof."

"Proof? Mimic I... Wait a second. You're talking about what Lisa showed me on the camera footage! You think that's me?"

"My partner in crime believes so. I'm just trying to... uh... help them make a case," Luan replied. Lincoln picked up her tone to be nervous and a little guilty, however she was trying to ignore it. "But I like getting proof while the suspect is alive. So I'll give you... an option."

Luan snapped her fingers, causing too whip cream covered pies to appear on the counter next to the screen. Lincoln looked at them in confusion, trying very hard not to take a slice out of them which got a chuckle out of Luan. "Sorry to say but they aren't for eating."

"Well what are they for then? Arts and crafts?" Lincoln sarcasticly replied.

"Good joke but also no. You see, the pie on the left is blueberry pie and the one the right is a banana-cream pie! You must choose a pie to throw right into my face. If you choose the blueberry pie, I'll suffer an allergic reaction and most likely be hospitalized or if help doesn't arrive right away, I'll suffocate. Or... You choose the Banana Pie and I'll be fine! Easy right?"

"I guess so," said Lincoln.

"Well if you were truly my brother, you would find a way to not have to hurt me, using the banana cream pie. If you were a fake or... a mimic, you would try to find a convenient way to get rid of me, you would use the blueberry pie and say I suffocated while I was sleeping. So make your choice. My door is open, Lincoln..." Luan said before the screen went black, leaving Lincoln to choose a pie.

"I see..." Lincoln said before grabbing a pie and dashing off upstairs, managing to avoid many of the traps that Luan had laid out again before finally reaching the top hallway and dashing to Luan and Luna's door, kicking it open to see Luan on her chair waiting for Lincoln. Before Luan could say a word, Lincoln threw the pie right at Luan, splitting all over her face.

"You... chose the... banana creampie..."Luan said, sampling the pie stuck to her face. Luan wiped it off and began to chuckle which then turned into a happy laugh. "Hahaha! I knew it! It is you!!"

Luan pounced on Lincoln in a bearhug in a giggling mess. Lincoln began to laugh along, not sure of what to do?

"I knew it was really you! I... God I'm so sorry..."

"Hey it's... it's fine, Luan. But... Can you tell me what's going on? Who thinks I'm a mimic?" Asked Lincoln. "And I want straight answers."

"Well alright then. Listen up, Linc. You'll need to know this. And... it relates to Lori..."