Okay, here we are in chapter 94. Only a few more chapters before we reach not only the final battle of the story, but the 100th chapter! In fact, with the way things are going, I wouldn't be surprised if the 100th chapter WAS the final battle.

Well, I say final battle, it's more like a final confrontation. You'll see what I mean when we get there.

Anyway, let's answer some reviews:

1) Nobody245:

2) Mysterious Mr M: I'm glad your theory still works with last chapter's reveal, because it's really good. Now get ready for the reveals and events of THIS chapter.

3) Observant Guest: Quality over quantity, buddy. The next few chapters might be short, too, so keep that in mind.

I feel like I'm forgetting something... Oh well.

Onto the chapter!

Episode 94: A Pure Lincoln of Pure Madness?! The True Nature of Fakecoln Revealed!

Back where we left off, the Loud Sisters stared in disbelief at the Lincoln standing nearby, throwing a furious glare at them while they tried to break free Neo-Lincoln.

"It never ends, does it? You can't help but one-up yourselves, can you!" Lincoln hissed. "Just when I think you couldn't get any worse than you already are, you somehow manage to sunk even deeper!"

"Don't take that tone with us, Fakecoln!" Lola snapped. "We know we've been terrible people! And we haven't done much to change until now-"

"And that's precisely the reason why your Lincoln is stuck in that prison!" Fakecoln snapped back. "If I had released him into the reality with the disgusting brats that you are, it would have been a repeat of the original reality! If I was to save this dimension from its predecessor's fate, I had to make sure the Matriarchs wouldn't turn out to be the same selfish, ungrateful brats that the previous ones were!"

"And haven't they proven that by now?!" Lori asked desperately. "They upgraded Royal Woods! They at least tried to combat Lincolnism! And sure, they slipped back into old habits, but they learned from them, and even went through the trials you setup to prove they can overcome corruption!"

"The only thing they've proven is that they're the same kind of brats that their mothers once were!" Fakecoln proclaimed. "They've had multiple chances to change, but they always go back to square one! No matter what lesson they learn, it never sticks! And my patience has wore thin!"

Lori took a step back, expressing a stern glare as she was utterly stunned by what she was hearing.

"I kept you around because I wanted Lincoln to have a good family! I kept you around because I wanted to believe you could be better! Hell, I could even say that I kept you around because I pitied you! But the novelty has gotten stale, and it's become clear that you're nothing but a collection of lost causes! And you know what!?"

Fakecoln spread his arms, Orange energy flowing through them as he placed them together.

"A being that never changes has no right to exist in this world!"

"W-Wait!" Luna stammered fearfully. "What are you going to do, dude?!"

"Simple! If Lincoln can't have a good family, then he'll just have to deal with being an only child!"

Fakecoln shot a concentrated beam of energy at the sisters, who narrowly dodged it while trying to focus on the chains.

"Dude, you're angry, we get it! But killing us is only going to make things worse!" Luna exclaimed. "I mean, if you take us out, who's going to deal with the Proto-Sisters?!"

"You should've thought about that before proving yourselves utterly irredeemable!"

Fakecoln began shooting Orange energy blasts everywhere, forcing the sisters to keep jumping around to avoid them.

"Ugh, we're not getting anywhere with this!" Lori snapped. "Leni! You and the rest focus on freeing Lincoln! I'll keep him literally distracted!"

"Lori, wait-!"

But it was too late, Lori lunged for Fakecoln and swung an energy blade, striking him directly in the face.

Not that it mattered, since he regenerated the damage soon after.

"So, you're the first one who chooses to stop living, Lori?" Fakecoln folded his arms. "Gotta be honest, after the little stunt you did earlier, I was kinda hopping that would be the case. So tell me, how does it feel, knowing that everything that's about to happen to everyone is solely your fault?"

"Nobody asked you to be a sociopathic control freak!"

"AND NOBODY ASKED FOR YOUR OPINION!"

Fakecoln and Lori clashed, rushing at each other as the sisters desperately tried to break the chains, a disturbed Leni switching between the clash and the chains as she tried to cut the latter.

"We need to try do this as, like, quickly as possible!" Leni said while wrestling the turquoise chains. "Lori won't be able to face off against Fakecoln for long!"

Hearing that, Luna glanced at the fight and was tempted to move to-

"Luna, please don't."

The rockstar faced Leni, who had tears falling down her cheeks.

"The only one who can stop Fakecoln is Lincoln: if any of us die right now, any chance we'll have to free him will vanish!"

Her eyes widening, Luna looked back at the clash, then went back to the chains, muttering "dang it!" as she swung her axe guitar.

As for Lori, she swung a thunder hammer right at Fakecoln's face, only for the impostor to grab it with one hand, then send her flying back with his fist.

Lori soon recovered, but Fakecoln quickly followed this with a downward punch, sending her crashing into the ground.

And once she stood up, Fakecoln was already standing in front of her.

"It was very rude of you to strike me the way you did, before?" he growled. "Do you have any idea how humilliating it was to get my body stolen from me by Sincoln!?"

"And do you have any idea how much pain you put us through for your dumb, little perfect world!?" Lori snapped before showing her glowing veins. "Look at me! I was literally tortured for four years to get where I am!"

Fakecoln casually sliced Lori's arm in half.

"Irrelevant!"

Then, with his free hand, he jabbed Lori's head straight off her neck, the head rolling off to his side before he turned around and looked at the sisters.

All it took was a wave of his arm for the sisters to be dropped off the crystal. He then kicked Lori's disembodied head to Leni, who screamed with horror as Fakecoln flew to the chains.

"What are you doing?!" Lola snapped, getting in his way.

Fakecoln suddenly grabbed Lola's head, gripping it tightly as the princess tried to wrestle for her freedom.

"I already told you: this world's Lincoln can't be awoken while the world is in its current, rotten state!" Fakecoln snapped, his eyes narrowing as he added, "And as the ones responsible for the world being what it is..."

Fakecoln raised Lola and prepared to smash her against the crystal.

"It's time you pay for your incompetence!"

Fakecoln slammed Lola against the crystal... and he did it so hard, that her head practically ceased to exist as a pool of blood surrounded the spot she was slammed against, with some of it landing on Fakecoln's face.

And of course, the sisters were utterly horrified at the sight, with Lana being so horrified she could only scream at the top of her lungs:

"LOLAAAAA!"

To add insult to injury, Fakecoln promptly walked to the Pink chain and not only fixed the damage, but enhanced the chain, taking a moment to inspect it as Lynn said with utter disgust:

"You killed her in cold blood..."

"I punished her in justified blood!" Fakecoln yelled, throwing a furious glare at the sisters as he ranted, "And you should be grateful that I'm not quickly spreading that fate to the rest of you! I've had the patience of a saint, but the ignorance of a zealot, in regards to you and your chances to be better than your predecessors! But for the first time in my eternal life, I was sorely mistaken!"

Lana clenched her fists. "Shut up..."

"None of you are better than them! None of you are worthy of being the gods of the new world! The only thing each and every one of you is worthy of, is a fitting, divine punishment, brought upon you by your incompetence!"

Lana sprouted claws. "Shut up...!"

"But what about those tests you put us through?!" Luan pointed out. "We went through them, just as you wanted!"

"Hmph, don't make me laugh! You probably... no, you most certainly found another way to pass them, or outright ignored them! For you to pass them the intended way, is but a pipe dream brought forth by the desperation to be in the right once again!"

Unable to take it anymore, Lana lunged at Fakecoln, claws in full display.

"SHUUUT UUUU-UGH!"

However, before she could even swipe her claws at Fakecoln, the Prototype jabbed his hand right into her chest, cracking and leaving a visible hole in it.

"How fitting: Lola's twin becomes the next to die."

Then, he pulled back, taking out her heart as Lana flopped to the ground, rolling to Lynn's feet as Fakecoln mused:

"It's so upsetting. Each of you were gifted with a heart, and yet you never bothered to use them."

He casually crushed the heart and waved her hand to get rid of some of the blood. Then, he looked down to see the sisters surrounding Lana's corpse, some going so far as to cry and lament the loss.

"Fine, I will give you this: your acting skills are vastly superior to your predecessors," he bitterly groaned. "In fact, if I didn't know everything you do is a hollow charade, I would've actually bought it."

The sisters growled and snarled at the impostor as he turned to Carol, who stood in place, completely stunned at what had just happened.

"Carol, it's clear that the sisters need to cool off in order to regain their cooperability, so take them somewhere they can rest for a bit."

Carol, however, was too stunned to move.

"Carol, I gave you an order: open a portal, and get everyone out of here!"

Finally snapping back to reality, Carol clenched her fist and glared at Fakecoln as she gave a simple, yet effective answer:

"No."

Fakecoln narrowed his eyes. "What did you say?"

"You heard me: I'm not going to be one of your puppets anymore!" Carol snapped. "It's one thing to tell me to take the sisters somewhere else, but right after several of them just died-"

"They need to grow up and accept the consequences of their actions!" Fakecoln snapped back. "Lori, Lola, Lana, they'd all still be alive if they just did what I said and didn't try to ruin my endgame!"

"They did! They followed your every instruction, endured the humilliations and fear you put them through, and even went through the trials you set up for them!"

"Except they obviously didn't! They circumvented them or ignored them in favor of slacking off or getting someone to do it for themselves! And before you add anything else-"

"Carol, don't bother talking to him anymore," Leni stated, looking sternly at Fakecoln as she added, "I know him better than anybody. He won't accept any truth that doesn't benefit him or make him seem like he's in the right."

"She's not telling the truth! None of you are!" Fakecoln exclaimed. "All you're doing is lying to make yourself feel better and make me look worse compared to you!"

"If you could just-"

Before she could finish, an Orange energy beam was shot straight through Leni's forehead, her eyes quickly losing their shine as her sisters and Carol quickly ran to her side.

"Now do you see what happens when you decide to remain the same ignorant brats you've always been!?" Fakecoln snapped, stomping the crystal and causing a crack in it. "What happens when you defy the only person who knows what's best for everyone!?"

However, it quickly became clear that the sisters and Carol were more focused on Leni's dead body, which quickly got on his nerves.

"Stop ignoring me!"

Fakecoln shot another energy beam straight for the sisters... but the attack never hit them.

Instead, it hit a large lavender barrier made out of wood and plants, with a few Lily flowers sprinkled in.

"What?!"

"Yoohoo!"

Fakecoln and the sisters looked up, to the former's shock and the latter's relief.

Lily, with a lavender halo on her head, floated above the field with the Primordial Louds, including Primordial Lincoln, standing by her side, each looking at Fakecoln with disapproval.

"Lute!?" Fakecoln exclaimed. "I thought you were dead!"

"News flash, dude: just because you think something happened doesn't make it so," Lily smirked. "And the name's not Lute. It's Lily."

The Primordial Louds flew to the chains and swiped them to pieces, prompting Fakecoln to rush, yelling:

"Stop! What do you think you're doing!? You don't have the right to-"

Primordial Lincoln elbowed him in the guts before he could finish.

And then slapped him away for good measure.

With the chains destroyed, the crystal began to break, the cracks glowing with ethereal, Rainbow colors as Neo-Lincoln's eyes sprung open.

And soon after, the crystal exploded, with several of the-now Orange-shards landing on Fakecoln's person.

The Primordial Louds flew away, revealing Neo-Lincoln floating in place, a vibrant Orange aura surrounding him as he stared at Fakecoln with a look of intense, unyielding disapproval.

A look that Fakecoln shared when Lily flew to Neo-Lincoln's side.

"Thanks for helping me get out of that prison," Neo-Lincoln told Lily with a smile.

"Anything for my brother!" Lily chirped, her tone turning serious as she glared at Fakecoln. "My real brother."

Enraged, Fakecoln shot an energy beam from his eyes, which Primordial Lincoln swatted away.

Then, Neo-Lincoln turned around and saw the corpses of some of his sisters, which made him clench his fist further.

"Primordials," he said, getting their attention. "Could you grab and take my sisters back home? All of them, including the bodies."

"Sure, we can do that," Primordial Lucy said. "But what will you do?"

Neo-Lincoln turned back to Fakecoln, narrowing his eyes as he answered:

"Lily and I have some things to talk about with this anomaly here."

Fakecoln's eyes widened, before narrowing down as he bared his fangs and growled.

The Primordials wasted no time teleporting everybody but the trio away, leaving Lily and Neo-Lincoln to float down and prepare to fight Fakecoln, who was clearly about to explode in anger...