Lincoln sat in his chair contemplating TotalWar for the rest of the night. He tried multiple times to open the file in order to view its contents but found himself unable too. It kept saying that he want meeting the prerequisites for the file. He found it weird that he could not access a file in his own programing, after all he was himself. How could he not know everything about himself? 6:00am rolled around, and the Loud family patriarch made his way down the stairs. This wasn't unusual, it was a Saturday and the rest of the family wouldn't be up for at least another hour of two.

"Hey Lincoln, are you awake?" Lynn Sr asked.

"I never truly sleep, I'm always in a state of conciseness." The Boyborg replied. The machine made sure to word his sentence carefully. Last night was a close enough call, the last thing he wanted was for anyone else to know about his little "malfunction".

"Well, since your awake, do you think you can help me make breakfast? It might go a little faster with two sets of hand working on it." Lynn asked. Lincoln agreed and followed Lynn Sr into the kitchen. Lincoln started to gather the necessary ingredients for the meal, while Lynn grabbed the tools they would need. Lincoln was finishing up grabbing the food, when he noticed that there was a large amount of oranges at the bottom of the refrigerator.

"Excuse me sir, why do we have so many oranges in the refrigerator?" Lincoln inquired. The man looked back at him and responded sheepishly.

"I got a little confused with this new technology and I accidentally ordered to many." Lynn said while rubbing his shoulder. He then suddenly perked up. "But hey, since we have so many, we can make freshly squeezed orange juice. Non of that from the carton stuff."

Lincoln nodded his head and grabbed a good majority of the oranges. He brought them over to the counter and Lynn began to slice them in half so that they could be put through the squeezer. While Lynn was doing that, Lincoln began to prepare the rest of the food. Making the pancakes, frying the bacon, making a special salad for Lori, and Leni. Thinks were starting to pick up when suddenly, Lincoln heard Lynn yelp in pain. He quickly turned his head to see that Lynn was holding his fingers, and breathing through his teeth. He looked to the counter to see that there was a bit of blood on it and that the knife had been slightly thrown. Lincoln quickly rushed to Lynn's side, and began to analyze the situation.

"Mr. Loud, do you require first aid?" The boy asked.

"Yeah, that would probably be a good idea." Lynn replied. Lincoln rushed to the first aid kit, and came back faster that Lynn could process. He immediately started to treat the wound. Thankfully it wasn't bad enough that he would require stitches, but he still needed a decent sized bandage. After he was done wrapping it up, Lynn looked at it, and smiled.

"Well, looks like I'm all better. Lets get back to work." He said. Lynn began to move back towards the cutting board while Lincoln watched. In Lincoln CPU, he ran hundreds of scenarios where Lynn got hurt again. A few of them even resulted in death. Just as Lynn grabbed hold of the knife, one of Lincolns tentacles shot out of his arm and grabbed Lynn's hand. Lynn looked at him in surprise.

"Mr. Loud, being a chef, do you think it wise to continue to cut oranges after a cut, and risk your blood getting into the food, thus contaminating it?" Lincoln asked, slightly pleading in his words. Lynn stared off for a second, and then his eyes widened.

"Oh my gosh, Lincoln. Your totally right!" Lynn let go of the knife. "Uhh, why don't you prepare the rest of the food, and ill uhh…Go sit down."

Lincoln watched as he left the kitchen. He then went back to preparing breakfast. He opened up the panels on his body to allow the tentacles to flow out and make the process faster. He then contemplated on what had just happened.

Lynn Sr was hurt. He got hurt on Lincolns watch. While he was latterly a few feet away from him. Lincoln failed in his duty to keep the Louds safe. He failed to protect his masters. He began to run through scenarios of Lynn Sr's death.

He would be destroyed. The family would be destroyed. The family might go homeless. The children might be split up in foster care. All because he failed to prevent a cut with a kitchen knife. Lincoln began to make the food faster. His CPU was running through thousands of scenarios now. He felt like a serious weight was being placed upon him. His job was to protect the family and he was failing. He failed.

He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed. He failed.

HE FAILED.

The weight became unbearable. He hated this feeling of failure. He hated feeling powerless. He hated that someone he cared about got hurt.

Wait, What? Someone he cared about? He cares about Lynn Sr? Not in his programing way, but in a different way. A warm way. A pleasant way. Yes, yes. He cared about Lynn Sr. He cared about Rita, and Lori, and Leni, and Luna, Luan, Lynn Jr, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and little baby Lily. He cared for them all. He didn't want them to get hurt. He didn't want them to feel pain. Lincoln finished breakfast.

"I'm going to use this new sentience to protect my masters, my family. I'm going to protect them from all pain and suffering." Lincoln declared to himself.

In the background of Lincolns CPU, a small alert went off.

TotalWar Prerequisites met: 1/5.