And now here's chapter 92. We're getting closer and closer to the endgame, guys. The finish line, the final countdown, whatever you wanna call it.

And something tells me things will get utterly insane by the end of it.

For now, let's answer some reviews:

1) Nobody245:

* That'll be explained eventually. Trust me, you're not the only one baffled by this reveal.

* That's true... but isn't repeating things over and over again, always to find an excuse to reset everything, with little remorse, just as crazy as the proper definition?

* It's the Game of Thrones of the Loud House fandom! XD

2) Mysterious Mr M:

* That does sound like something Sincoln would do.

* How would you react if I said neither?

* And technically, the corruption source wasn't created by Neo-Lincoln. It existed LONG before him.

3) Observant Guest: Yup, those two are related here. I originally wanted to give them a subplot, but again, the story was getting way too big as it is.

4) GennaiArakida-XIV: More like who's he trying to keep away?

And now, to the chapter!

Episode 92: The Trials of Space and Time! The Princess of the Moon and the Jester of Revenge!

Clyde paced back and forth as he tried to process what was happening: not only did Cristina barge into his house, accompanied by a girl and guy that resembled her and him, but she did so while he was in the middle of trying to give Penelope and Calliope some much needed family time.

Or just a break in general.

"Cristina, of all the times you could choose to pay me a visit, did it have to be now?" he sighed. "I was actually planning to-"

"Planning to what? Waste your time bonding with the "wife" and "daughter" that you allegedly left behind?" Cristina asked mockingly, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm afraid we got bigger problems right now: universe-wide problems, in fact. So I suggest you start getting cozy with your prototype self if you don't want everything reset."

Proto-Clyde approached his Neo counterpart's side, but all he could do was wave awkwardly at him.

"Okay, I don't know who you think you are," Penelope growled, getting Cristina's attention. "But I'd appreciate it if you left right now. Things are pretty difficult as is, we don't need a redheaded s-"

"I'd watch your words if I were you; after all, I'm one of the four Wild Cards who rule over the reality," Cristina folded her arms behind her back and smirked. "Or should I give you an in-depth explanation, dear sister?"

"Sister?!" Clyde exclaimed.

Penelope sighed with exasperation. "Yeah, I'm afraid Cristina here is... my younger sister."

"Oh but don't worry, by the end of the day, you'll have over a dozen more revelations to be baffled by!" Cristina chirped. "Now go on, get along with your proto-self so we can get this over with."

"Not until you explain what's going on!" Clyde stated. "I mean, you can't just barge into my house with our prototype selves and tell me to synthetize with mine! Where'd they even come from?!"

"Ugh, of all the things Lincoln could've rubbed off on you, why did it have to be his stubborness!?" Cristina groaned. "Fine, I guess I can spend some time explaining what's going on..."

Luan dropped to the ground face-first, her crash sounding more like a plush toy hitting the ground than a human body.

"I'm okay!" she chirped as she stood up. "But I'm also kinda lost. Where am I?"

"Where you are isn't important."

Luan turned around and saw a cloaked figure approaching her, arms folded behind their back as they added:

"What matters is whether you can succeed in this trial."

"Okay, mysterious cloaked figure, let's act like I trust you," Luan folded her arms. "Wherever I am, it's for Lincoln's test?"

"... Yes," the figure turned around. "And something tells me you'll find this trial very... conflicting."

With a snap of their fingers, the cloaked figure summoned a familiar face: Stella, who dropped face-first on the ground as Luan's eyes widened.

"You remember this girl..." the cloaked figure turned back to Luan. "Don't you?"

Luan's eyes narrowed as her mind went back to the Zombie apocalypse, right when Giggles was corrupted and unleashed upon Royal Woods.

Her mind quickly skipped most of their talk and focused on the moment when Giggles life ended. When she saw a small glimpse of a girl that looked similar to the same one that she saw right now.

Once back in the present, Luan's eyes narrowed with rage.

"Yeah... I do."

"For four years, you couldn't forget the moment one of your closest friends was snuffed out of this world," the cloaked figure clasped their hands. "For four years, the perpetrator of such a crime got to walk away, scot free of any consequences."

Just as Stella got on her knees, the figure grabbed her by the neck of her dress and lifted her, stating:

"And now... you get to have your catharsis."

The figure threw Stella straight at Luan, the girl rolling until she crashed on the divine comedian's legs. But before she could get up properly, Luan grabbed her arms and lifted her, the comedian showing a stern expression as the girl flinched.

"Uh, h-hi there, Luan," Stella grimaced. "H-How are you doing?"

Luan remained silent, gritting her teeth as the figure walked in circles around them, speaking:

"It's been so long, she's forgotten what she actually did wrong. Therefore, she's forgotten her guilt. While you were devastated by your friend's loss, she didn't care. And even now, she still doesn't."

Luan furrowed her brow, worrying Stella.

"I don't know about you... but that sounds like something that needs to be fixed. Something that needs to be punished."

Stella eyed the cloaked figure, but her attention was soon focused on Luan, who began gripping her arms tightly...

"Hold it!"

Another familiar figure in the form of Ronnie Anne appeared, decking the cloaked figure right in the face, causing them to slide back while the tomboy got Luan's attention.

"Ronnie Anne? What are you doing here?"

"Stopping you from falling for an obvious trap!" Ronnie Anne stated, keeping her eyes on the figure. "Think about it! Do you really think Lincoln would approve of you torturing or killing Stella?!"

Luan flinched. "I wasn't gonna do that! I was just..."

The comedian quickly fell silent as she put Stella back on the ground and scratched her head.

"No... no, he wouldn't."

"Naturally; he's not the kind of person who'd enjoy seeing other people suffer," Ronnie Anne replied, focusing on the figure as they stood up. "In fact, the only person who'd find that good would be someone with a pretty bad sense of humor."

Luan's eyes widened as she turned around, and the figure chuckled, slowly turning around to reveal herself as Proto-Luan, her hair flowing as she flashed a sneaky glare at the trio.

"You know, when Lincoln gave me this job, I wasn't quite sure why he did it," she smirked. "But now that the child Arturo owes me is here, I think I understand."

Proto-Luan spread her arm and extended it to Ronnie Anne, barely managing to lift her before Luan grabbed her.

"Whoa, what are you doing!"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm taking what belongs to me!" Proto-Luan snickered. "Ronnie Anne's father was so desperate to see his family that he said he'd give me anything for a chance to be with them. Too bad he didn't realize that could also include his own daughter!"

Hearing that, Luan's grip on Ronnie Anne loosened as she realized not only what this meant, but also what she needed to do.

"Stella! Could you give me a hand?!"

Stella stood up and ran to Luan's side, only to be immediately handed Ronnie Anne. Stella managed to grab her, but not before being pulled along a considerable distance by Proto-Luan.

"Thanks, Stella," Luan said as she reached for her hair. "Hang on a minute, I'll be back soon."

Luan took off her scrunchie and played around with it until she transformed it into a butterfly.

How? Just because!

Then, she touched the butterfly, bathing it in a Yellow aura before using Omnipresence to teleport away.

The tug-o-war continued between Stella, Ronnie Anne, and Proto-Luan, the latter quickly dragging the former two along, flashing a malicious grin as Stella tried to drag herself back, to no avail.

At least, until Proto-Luan's arms cracked in half.

"What?!"

Suddenly, a portal opened near Ronnie Anne and Stella, and Luan jumped out of it, waving goodbye at a Carol on the other side.

"Told you I'd be back!"

"What's going on?!" Proto-Luan exclaimed as her began to wither to dust. "Why am I turning to dust?!"

"Since we're both related with time, I'm surprised you haven't caught on," Luan smiled. "When something happens in a timeline that removes a person's reason to exist, then that person disappears."

"But I'm a god!" Proto-Luan hissed, her cracks now reaching her face. "Gods aren't affected by changes to the timeline!"

"And you really think I wouldn't change that once I realized it was the best way to beat you?!"

Proto-Luan could only howl in rage and pain as her very existence was erased, barely managing to lunge at her before she crumbled to dust, followed by her arm turning to dust around Ronnie Anne.

"Well, that was oddly anticlimactic," Stella remarked.

"Hey, we're still alive, and that's what matters," Ronnie Anne stated. "Say, Luan, how did you change things so that changing timelines would affect your counterpart."

"That's a very long story," Luan giggled. "But while we're at it, how did you know when to go here?"

"I gave her a lift."

Everybody turned around, and saw Carol walking out of a portal, with Chandler and Paige by her side.

"And now, I'm giving you a lift, Luan."

Luna and Lemy materialized inside some sort of factory, surrounded by several machines that were pumping out a familiar line of characters: Bun-Buns.

"Okay, so we're clearly in some kind of Bun-Bun factory," Luna remarked as she stood up. "Now the question is, where exactly is this factory located?"

"Uh, Mom?" Lemy blurted. "You might wanna look up."

Luna obliged... and her jaw nearly dropped when she saw the Earth in the sky, against a pitch black backdrop that brought to mind one specific place.

"We're on the Moon?!"

"Indeed you are!"

The rock duo turned around to see a Bun-Bun with Victorian Era clothing floating down with the use of an umbrella, waiting until she landed before adding:

"It's such an honor to meet you once again, Lady Luna!"

"Lady Luna?!" Luna repeated with a slight blush. "Well, that's definitely one thing I never expected to be called." she quickly shook it off. "Anyway, you run this place?"

"Well, you could say that. You wouldn't be right, but that's besides the point," the rabbit said before conjuring a teacup and sipping it. "You can call me Bippa. I'm the current manager of the Bun-Bun Factory while the real owner, Bun-Bun, is busy elsewhere."

"So Lincoln's Bun-Bun is the actual owner of this place," Luna scratched her chin. "Well, he was the first one ever made, so I guess it makes sense."

"Yeah, it does, now, while we still have," Bippa said before hopping up. "There's something you should know about the history of the Moon-"

"How are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Floating around like we were in zero gravity-wait, we're on the Moon, what am I asking?" Luna chuckled. "Let me try it!"

Luna jumped... and flopped to the ground as if she was on Earth.

"Luna Caste members adapt faster to gravitational changes," Lemy explained as he followed Bippa. "And in your case, you're outright immune to it."

"I really could've used that info earlier, Lemy," Luna sighed. "Anyway, what do you need to tell me, Bippa?"

"Well, for starters, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you a tour through the facility," Bippa sipped her tea again. "You see, several years ago, the Moon was owned by... actually, I think the murals should tell you everything you need to know."

Luna raised an eyebrow. "Pictures on the wall?"

Once the group reached a long hallway, the lights turned on, revealing a series of images that detailed a series of peculiar events.

The next one depicted Luna standing on top of the finished factory, like a monarch standing at the balcony of their castle.

The second depicted a different woman, wearing more regal clothing, sitting on a throne while Luna walked towards her, talking about something related to five objects.

The third image, which is when Luna started to catch on, depicted Luna sitting on the other woman's throne, said woman on her knees while the Bun-Bun Factory was being built behind Luna.

The fourth image depicted Luna standing on top of the finished factory, like a monarch standing at the balcony of their castle.

The fifth and final drawing showed the other woman lunging at Luna with an army of her own, the latter holding her hand towards her.

"I drove them off..." Luna sighed. "I tricked whoever that woman was into leaving the Moon, didn't I?"

"Uh, no," Bippa giggled. "You created the Moon, therefore, it belongs to you and you alone. That woman ignored this and decided to form her kingdom here, ignorant of what that meant and whether you would approve of it."

Luna looked back at the images as Bippa explained:

"You created the Moon, and without even consulting you, Kaguya Lopez formed a kingdom on it. Seeing as your Planet was being used without your permission, you asked that woman to leave, and she refused."

"So, in a reversal of her own legend, I gave her the impossible task to father five things," Luna turned back to Bippa. "Which she obviously failed."

"And with that failure, Lopez and her kind were driven out, their kingdom forming the base of this glorious factory!" Bippa sipped her tea again. "Of course, she didn't leave before making it clear that she would be back for revenge, one day."

"And that day's today, it seems," Lemy grimaced.

Luna was lead to the top of the factory by Bippa, wherein the trio witnessed as a large armada of pale-skinned, visor-eyed humanoids appeared in the sky, lead by the notably-more-humanoid Lopez.

"Well, look who it is," Lopez remarked upon spotting Luna. "It's been a very long time... Luna."

"Clyde's therapist is the princess of a bunch of humanoid Moon dwellers?" Luna pondered out loud.

"The proper name for my kind is "Lunarian," if you wish to know," Lopez clarified before taking out a sword. "But regardless, it's time we put an end to this once and for all, Luna!"

Luna lowered her eyelids and calmed down. "That's something we can both agree on."

"Mom, I don't think fighting's a good idea right now," Lemy grimaced. "I mean, you're strong, but are you really strong enough to take on an entire army?"

"Who said anything about fighting?" Luna asked with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not gonna fight."

"What do you mean you won't fight!?" Bippa snapped. "It's the perfect chance to establish your dominance as the moon goddess!"

"I've learned a long time ago that fighting can only help you so much," Luna began to float towards Lopez. "Right now, I wanna try something more diplomatic."

"Diplomatic?" Lopez repeated with a notably skeptical tone.

Once Luna reached Lopez, she spoke:

"How about we come to a compromise?"

Lopez tilted her head.

"I mean, we don't need to fight for the right to rule the moon," Luna shrugged. "We could just rule it together, right?"

"Rule it together?" Lopez narrowed her eyes. "Do you really think I'm gonna believe you after how you treated my people all those eons ago!?"

As if on cue, the Lunarians aimed their weapons at Luna, startling the goddess for a moment.

"Lopez, you're right. I only heard what happened so long ago recently, but I can understand why you would be angry with me. Why you wouldn't even humor the idea that we could ever work together."

Lopez gestured her Lunarians to lower their weapons, and once they did, Luna continued:

"But the person I used to be and the person I am right now are two different people," Luna lowered her eyelids. "I assure you brah, if you just give me a chance to prove to you that I'm not the same jerk I used to be, I think we could make a pretty good moon kingdom."

Lopez briefly glanced down to see Bippa looking positively furious, with Lemy trying to hold her back, then turned back to Luna, who had her hand stretched towards her.

"So, what do you say?"

Lopez thought about it for a moment... then summoned a spear and stabbed Luna's palm, the spear's tip being covered in Purple blood as a result.

"Whoa, Purple blood?!" Luna exclaimed, grabbing her injured palm. "I thought I had red blood!"

Soon after, Lopez' spear bathed in Purple just as a Purple-ish Luna-shaped spirit came out of Bippa and lunged at the duo, prompting Lopez to push her aside and jam her weapon forward.

It impaled the spirit in the gut, it howling in pain as cracks formed all over her body before dissipating into nothing.

And as what was left of the spirits left existence, Luna looked at Lopez, who said:

"The Luna I was looking for has been taken care of. And though I'm not going to lower my guard..."

The princess turned around, flashing a smile.

"I think your proposition's worth looking at."

Luna smiled, and shook hands with Lopez.

"Heya!"

The duo looked down to see Bun-Bun waving at them, right next to a dizzy Bippa and concerned Lemy.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something, but you're needed elsewhere, Luna!"

Next thing Luna knew, she had been taken to the void where the other sisters kept trying to break the chains.

"About time you got here," Lori growled. "Come help us break the chains, okay? Focus on the Purple one."

"Wait, what?" Luna flew up and went to Lori's side. "I thought you were against us?"

"Certain things happened that forced me to drop that idea," Lori rolled her eyes. "Besides, if we're literally going to fight against Corruption and Sincoln, we should better have the real Lincoln by our side, don't you think?"

"Real Lincoln?" Luna folded her arms. "What's that supposed to mean-"

"For crying out loud, Luna, this isn't 21 questions!" Leni snapped, Luan giggling behind her as she added. "Just summon your weapon and start hitting the Purple chain before-"

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

Chills went down the sisters' spines as they turned around, and saw the worst possible person had decided to make themselves known.

It was "Lincoln," slightly covered in fluff... with Bun-Bun's damaged doll form near him.