So, yeah, this is a thing.

I read "Archetypal" by Siege Perilous, and I just had this urge to write something similar to it, but with less harems and more dumb.

Needless to say, it was a lot of fun to write this, and I hope you enjoy it. Oh, and check out "Archetypal" when you can. It's rather good.

Now, onto the story!

"See? I told you the Index was stupid!"

Ronnie Anne could say anything she wanted. His sisters could say anything they wanted. Heck, he himself could say whatever he wanted.

Lincoln Loud would still be upset that he got "Edgelord" as his cliché.

You see, in the present day, humanity manifested superpowers based on the most tired tropes and traits in existence. Things ranging from "invincible hero" to "best friend" and so on.

Lincoln had seriously hoped that he would get a cool cliché, something he could use to its fullest potential and maybe, just maybe, follow in his sisters' footsteps as examples of how a cliché could be used effectively.

But we wouldn't be here if that had happened, would we?

"I know you're trying to cheer me up, Ronnie Anne, but it's not working," the boy sighed in frustration. "I just can't get the idea that I got something so dumb as my cliché! And the worst part of it is that I'm stuck with it for life!"

"Look, Lame-O, I know how you're feeling, okay? Don't you think I had the same reaction when I got "Tsundere" as my cliché?"

"Oh yeah, I remember when you got it, my whole family was present there," Lincoln remarked, gaining a little smile. "We had a good laugh."

Ronnie Anne rolled her eyes. "Yeah, everybody except me that is. But regardless, try to look at this in another way; in my case, "Tsundere" is very straight forward, but "Edgelord" could maybe have some hidden or subtle powers that make it super cool!"

"I mean, all clichés are like that, but the problem is trying to figure out how to find those powers!" Lincoln folded his arms. "Besides, there's the fact the term "Edgelord" doesn't have the best reputation."

"Perhaps, but you have to admit, there are terms and clichés with far worse reputations than that," Ronnie Anne snickered. "Like "Harem King."

"Oh yeah, that's a thing," Lincoln scratched his chin. "I still can't believe someone got that as his cliché. Can you imagine if I had gotten it instead?"

"Yeah, and then I'd react by acting like you were some hopeless pervert instead of hearing you out? That would be crazy!"

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne faced the reader for five seconds.

"Lincoln! Ronnie Anne!"

The duo turned around, and saw the familiar face of Lucy gliding towards them, a pair of small bat wings on her back, and a book on her arms.

"Oh, Lucy, I thought you were back at the house?" Lincoln remarked as the girl landed clumsily next to him. "What are you doing here?"

"I velieve I might've found a vay to help you accept your cliché-"

Lincoln lowered his eyelids. "Lucy, what did we talk about talking like a vampire?"

Lucy frowned. "V-Vut I'm getting vetter at it! And it's fun!"

"Ot's also offensive to full Vampires! Remember what happened when you used those words in Bobbie's presence?!"

"Vut Linky!"

"But nothing, please drop it."

Lucy pouted, and handed Lincoln the book like an angry, spoiled child.

"Thank you," Lincoln replied. "But uh, what's this supposed to be?"

"It's a dictionary," the Dhampyr plainly answered.

"Right! If we check for definitions about "edge", maybe we'll find out interesting ways to use your cliché!" Ronnie Anne chirped. "After all, "Edgelord" sounds like someone with power over edges."

"Does it? I thought it sounded like a whiny goth trying to get attention by claiming they have it worse than everybody else."

"It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, really."

Nodding in silent agreement, Lincoln opened the dictionary and began searching for edge. And once he found it, he checked the definitions in shocked silence, before Lucy handed him something else.

"Try it with this."

Lincoln looked at the object he was handed... which turned out to be a stick.

"Sharpen its edge!"

"Lucy, it's a stick, there's no blade to sharpen," Lincoln pointed out. "And even if I did, what am I supposed to do with it? Stab you?"

"Of course not, that would kill me!" Lucy responded. "Or half-kill me, maybe?"

"Honestly, I think a wooden stake would kill anybody, regardless of whether they're a vampire or not," Ronnie Anne commented. "Which reminds me, why is a Human-Vampire hybrid considered a cliché again?"

Lincoln sighed wearily. "Okay, everybody sit down, this'll take a while."

Lucy eagerly ran to Ronnie Anne's side, and dragged her down as she sat down, listening happily at her brother's explanation:

"One day, humanity suddenly developed superpowers. These powers, originally unnamed, highly resembled the tropes humanity had seen so many times before, that they were no longer used straight, they were played around or experimented with. Once this was discovered, the powers were renamed "clichés"-"

"Yeah, this is all interesting, Lame-O, but could you answer my question?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Oh, well, half human hybrids are technically clichés in general, but vampire hybrids are the most seen, to the point they have a word specific to them: Dhampyr."

"Oh, well, when you put it like that, I guess it would be a cliché."

"Anyway, I found another definition I might be able to use," Lincoln added casually. "Ronnie Anne, could you help me with it?"

"Sure," the tomboy stood up and dusted herself. "What do you need me to do?"

"Stay far away from me."

"Um, ouch?"

"Nonono, I mean, put some distance between us."

"Oh, okay. You could've just said that and spared my feelings, you know?"

Ronnie Anne took a couple steps, eventually stopping at a tree close nearby.

"Is this far enough!"

"Yup, perfect!"

Lincoln handed Lucy back the dictionary, and faced Ronnie Anne before closing his eyes.

Edge towards her, edge towards her, edge towards her... now!

Lincoln opened his eyes, and without warning, he found himself dashing, eventually landing right next to a stunned Ronnie Anne.

"Woohoo! You did it!" Lucy chirped in the most cheerful voice she could muster, which was still fairly monotone.

With this victory, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne exchanged pleased smiles, and the latter took the liberty of walking back to Lucy, but not before silently congratulating Lincoln and patting his back.

Lincoln watched Ronnie Anne as she walked, feeling a surge of positivity within him.

Maybe being an Edgelord wasn't so bad at all.

Meanwhile, in a shack in the middle of a forest, a figure watched Lincoln's hopeful smile on a crystall ball, its glow illuminating the room.

The figure was a small girl clad in purple clothing, part of her long, black hair covering her right eye.

"So, Lincoln has finally discovered his cliché."

The ball's glow vanished, and it slowly dissipated as the figure sat on a chair.

"I guess I should get to work on that little project that I had planned. I mean, it's not like I can say it'll definitely be used, but in the off-chance it does..."

The girl's lips slowly transformed into a giddy smile.

"Well... that'll be a lot of fun."