No major stories behind this one, just some basic nonsense to try and cleanse my writing palate of the 'feels' that produced the previous Oneshot so I can write Lynn's LAT chapter without them creeping into my process.
Shipping in Moving In: The Gang
Royal Woods Elementary was in recess, but Lincoln Alvarsson was nowhere to be found. Of course that was not unexpected, leaving aside that until days ago he had been registered with Hazeltucky Elementary, the entire school had heard that the gang of psychotic girls (and odd boy) that plagued the school had discovered the secret under his beanie. No one could blame the boy for 'needing to go to the toilet' a few minutes before every break, and while the teachers knew he was lying they wouldn't deny the boy a few minutes to hide.
As it was, the platinum blond was safely hidden in the male locker room, actually within one of said lockers in fact. Some might have feared the smell, but he had been in enough lockers at his old school to have gotten used to worse, and the words of Lori Loud about gang rape with stuff up the butt made the stink acceptable anyway.
"Are you sure you're fine in there?" Clyde McBride sat outside the locker, eating a home made sandwich. "I'm pretty sure that they won't come in here, it is off limits to girls after all."
"I will be once you leave!" Lincoln hissed. "Go away or they'll ask why you're in here!"
"They can't come in-"
"Well apparently they can do all kinds of things they're not supposed to!"
Normally he would have been less confident about snapping at his only guide, but his desperation to avoid molestation gave him a weird sort of confidence.
"Yeah that's true I guess," Clyde munched down on his turkey and rye. "But Jim's situation was an outlier, most of the time they just take nude pictures or something-"
"That's not good either! And did you see the way Stella looked at me!"
"Her eyes were pretty big- but she kept her hands to herself and acted pretty normal in class," Clyde shook his head. "Just keep your hat on and you'll probably be fine."
"'Probably' doesn't cover child support McBride," a new voice interrupted, and through the slits of the locker the Alvarsson boy saw a gang of boys and girls enter the bathroom. The were mostly dark haired, but as they got closer Lincoln could spot a few yellow roots peeking through. Their leader was a short boy with reddish hair, but his eyebrows were suspiciously light.
"Jessie Fingle?" Clyde swallowed, the other boy nodded. "I'm not sure that-"
"Beat it, your 'help' nearly let Alvarsson skip sex ed," Jessie dryly remarked.
"But-"
"We're his best chance McBride, just let us handle this." A false brunette this time, she pointed out the door as she spoke. "Unless you think you can handle being responsible for another 'Jim'."
Clyde opened his mouth, then closed it and calmly re-wrapped his sandwhich as he left. Lincoln was left alone with the gang, and considered just staying in the locker, but given that the leader was staring right at him they clearly knew he was there.
Much to his surprise though he wasn't dragged bodily out, but instead Jessie walked just out of view, and seemed to rest his weight on the locker beside him.
"So new kid, you're Lincoln Alvarsson right?"
Lincoln nodded, then internally facepalmed since they couldn't see him.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk, yesterday looked rough even by our standards. Plus from what we heard you're living in hell itself with the Loud Sisters."
The gang looked grim at that, and after yesterday's performance he couldn't blame them. He'd slept poorly, and only then after his mother had come in to assure him that she would make sure no one came through the door or vents.
"But you should know that you're not alone; when your new sister, Luna, was here she started up this 'thing' that the school has; this weird tradition about going after blondes. I don't know where else it would fly, but Principal Huggins sure doesn't care about the other crazy things the Loud Sisters do so whatever, I guess.
But the thing is though; even after she left that 'club' of hers stayed, and it has plenty of members besides the Goth and Nerd. We don't know why the non-Louds get involved, maybe they're just acting on something they always had but realised they can do what they want without consequences now."
One of the female members spoke up, "girls aren't innocent either, most of the time it's just society and stuff that keeps the worst from being too open about it. Here the weirdos've got an entire club to egg 'em on about their weird shit so they go nuts, like those Yoai loving girls in a convention but on steroids."
"Whatever the reason," Jessie spoke up again. "It wasn't long before the blond students worked out that they were gonna be cows for the slaughter if they didn't get a game plan in order.
We're not exactly a club, but we do tend to hang out for protection and we have a set of rules to keep us safe. No one's going to make you follow them, but you'll probably want to keep them in mind."
The false brunette stepped forward: "first rule; cover up. Most of us dye, but if your parents won't let you then that beanie you keep on should help. They've already seen you now, but advertising exactly how blond you are will only encourage them."
"Second rule," a boy with fake black hair stepped forward. "You never go anywhere alone. Always have at least one other person with you, but hopefully more. Sometimes you can get mobbed anyway but at least one of you might be able to go get help."
"Third rule," Jessie's voice again. "If you hear about one of us in trouble you help, maybe that means getting a teacher to try stop the mess, maybe that means jumping in but you gotta do something.
We're all in this together." The small gang nodded as one.
"OH LOOK GIRLS THEY'RE ALL IN HERE TOGETHER!" A high pitched voice squealed, and Lincoln spotted a long haired brunette holding the door open. He vaguely remembered her handing out cookies to her friends in class earlier.
She'd seemed nice.
"EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" The gang suddenly dispersed, presumably running for the gym.
Lincoln would have been surprised but he knew how school 'gangs' worked from Hazeltucky. He remained as still as possible as a small army of girls around his age or older piled through the door.
"They were here!" the one he mentally dubbed 'Cookie' insisted. "They were just going over their rules!"
"I don't think they qualify as rules if they keep breaking them," another girl with light brown hair and a blue bow countered. "But yeah I heard them run out."
"Dang it, the only other way out is to the gym but there's plenty of ways for them to run out from there…" a darker skinned girl with pigtails sighed.
"Then we're kinda stuck then aren't we- but why were they going over their rules in here?" 'Bowtie's' eyes narrowed. "Did you see any new kids with them?"
"No," Cookie clarified. "Only the ones we know, and Snow White wasn't one of them."
The room sighed in desire, and despite himself the Alvarsson boy couldn't help but be flattered. Of course he was properly terrified after yesterday's train of torments but a room of girls who liked you would inflate any boy's ego.
Bowtie shook herself sensible again, "well the only times they really need to go over 'the rules' is when they're reminding each other or they're teaching a new kid."
"They were all older members, Jessie and his friends." Cookie sighed again, "oh why did you have to dye Jessie?"
Bowtie thought as she spoke, "they sure don't need a reminder, so they might have been giving someone their orientation. The only new kid since Stella is Snowy…" she took sight of the lockers and Lincoln sweat bullets as her eyes passed over his.
"Girls, everyone but me, Cookie and Mollie get into two teams and block the exits." She punched lightly into her hand. "I think the Loud Boy might be hiding the in the lockers."
Oh no…
He heard more excited squeals and some shuffling as his escape was sealed.
"But why?" Cookie queried. "Wouldn't they just take him with them if he was here at all?"
"Not if he was already hiding, I hear he's been leaving class early to do just that," the one who had to be Mollie reported. "Maybe he was already inside one and his legs fell asleep or something, so they had to leave him behind."
Actually they just ran off.
JERKS.
"If he's still here…" Bowtie marched past his locker and he relaxed a bit. Then shuddered as he heard metal ratting, amplified in his rectangular prison to be thunderous. "You two take the other lockers and start pulling at them, if he went in on his own then the one he's in can't have been locked from the outside!"
He felt his stomach drop and prayed the bell would ring as the metal rattling came closer, and closer…
"This is literally the worst thing that could have happened." Lori moaned. "It's like being sick, except it never ends…"
"Aww, c'mon sis!" Luna cheerfully strummed out some tunes on her acoustic guitar, the electric having been confiscated over yesterday. "It's kinda cool, it's a rush like going to a concert and a buzz like-"
"I get the picture," Lori glared at her from the couch. Her own bed was currently off limits after she tried to 'work through' her problem with Bobby.
Bobby who had left half an hour earlier in need of a doctor.
"Look Bruv, I know we kinda went a bit rapey earlier-"
"I had to literally throw the twerp out of the room or all of you would have made weird pseudo incest children," She growled again, and moaned in disgust as her heat boiled up again. I'm all empty Lori… she imagined her uterus whine, don't you want a sweet baby girl of your own… just one time and that snow baby is yours-
"NO!" She screamed upright and suddenly punched herself in the babymaker, and for a moment was satisfied at punishing the allegedly rebellious organ before retching in agony.
"Ya hearin' things again?" Luna mused. "Man, I remember being that bad when this started-"
"Oh shut it Luna," Lori moaned. "You infected the school with your bullshit too!"
"Yeah well, blondes have more fun anyway, might as well share the-"
"If I could walk right now I would literally share my 'fun' into your crazy tits!" Lori flopped down. "Dang it, why couldn't that twerp have never come here?"
"Don't say that dude!" Luna gasped, "even without the... just fantastic hair he's a pretty cool little dude, you'd probably get along if you just spent some time together."
Lori rolled her eyes and clutched her self-afflicted stomach.
"Well until this 'thing' calms down we have to avoid each other anyway, so it literally doesn't matter."
"Yeah well, maybe give him a chance when it does," Luna flopped down in a comfy spot and spread out her arms. "You gotta think ahead sis, and you and him? It's like you said; you're gonna be his big sister-"
"That was this stupid 'curse' talking," Lori moaned. "He's a gross little boy; I don't want this!"
"No one does when it starts," Luna reassured her. "But once you get a handle on it, it can actually make things more fun too."
"I've gone through six pads today Luna."
"See; and you're even getting through it easier than any of us brown haired girls too!" Luna grinned.
Lori raised an eyebrow.
Luna laughed; "mine was Like a broken dam down there- like a red wave when-"
"I'm going back upstairs." And Lori hobbled to her feet to do just that. "Don't touch the twerp when he comes back from school- if he comes back since your club knows about him now."
"Yeah yeah, Dad roasted us all about that," Luna waved her off. " 'Sides, Sam told me off too-"
"Fucking good," Lori grunted as she started on the stairs.
"Damn straight she is, though y'know not actually straight." Luna snorted at her own, not-quite-Luan-level bad joke. "Anyway we're waiting till he's legal-"
"Well at least you- WHAT!?"
"I know right? Turns out Sam can be talked into almost anything if you-"
"GOD DAMNIT LUNA!"
