Yo. I don't have the energy right now so here's the chapter. I explained why in the Crystal Prison chapter so check that out. Also thank you for the help with determining the element and bearer's powers. For the TLDR, I'm taking a break to refresh myself and to focus on the lemon chapters such as the poll winners or whomever I feel like at the moment and Siren's obsession. The winner of this poll is MAGGIE the big titty goth/emo girl. I would leave it longer but I'm tired. Thanks for voting.
QOTD: Something simple. What's your favorite video game? I'm enjoying Breath of the wild.
Pirohiko-Baltazar: Sorry, I have been super busy lately. I know about Marcy Wu since they have the same voice actor. Robot is for Battle bot. What's Full Leni
Looneytyne22: We'll have more combat scenes.
Guest: The "Hero Today, Gone Tomorrow" plotline is vital to the Bumper Jr. arc. The Loud children got their aggression from someone and it wasn't Lynn Sr. We haven't seen Polly in a few chapters.
NiteOwl18: Lynn's thoughts were a partial inspiration for creating Logbook. It was originally a place to keep my more explicit scenes. Ah … the sisterly rivalry over a brother. Lincoln likes thick, Latina tomboys. What did you expect?
JD1122: Oh you'll discover after this chapter. I think I'll take a break after I do these critical chapters in my main stories, especially QTQ and Crystal Prison so I can focus on Logbook and Siren's Obsession. He'll visit Great Lake City and Scotland.
Guest(2): Glad you're enjoying both stories. I have something in mind for that ending.
DaleJr.88: I can relate; laptop troubles suck. The Shadow 5 were supposed to be foils or counterparts to the Mane 6. However, the personalities and severe lack of characterization results in the current EOH being poor fits for them. Fleur De Lis has little characterization in the show, only known for her affection towards Fancy Pants. One of the better elites. Speaking of which, I should include him soon.
I already have a list of stories that I wanted to do from when I first started to write. An extended version of the last episode of Goblin Slayer, they prepared for a massive Goblin invasion. Hayate the Combat Bulter, where he got captured by the Yakuza but it's a more wholesome approach.
For pokemon, I'm using games that I actually played, Black and White including the sequels, X & Y, Sun & Moon, Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon, Alpha Sapphire and currently going through Brillant Diamond. It makes things easier for me. I still don't know if I'm making one of them a Loud House crossover.
Remember, I'm trying to give out other girls a spotlight. The Loud Movie will be a multi-part chapter while Schooled and No Bus No Fuss will be combined. Oh Starlight is going to murder people.
The recent season of TLH is increasing these moments between him and his sisters. In a big and chaotic family, moments like that are bound to occur. I'll keep that in mind, especially since Casagrande's ended and already had a few crossover episodes. We're just waiting on Sid.
We all know that Lisa made modifications to the house. We just didn't see it yet
Mr. Haziq: The comics were my main inspiration for searching for alternate elements. Man, everyone had the same idea for Aria, giving her super strength. Also Sound Manipulation and Acoustikinesis are the same. I could give Lemon Zest air manipulation. Sonata and Aria are total opposites but what powers will I give Sonata. Long Distance powers since she loves to use her breath attack? An empath is a good one for Starlight with the Empathy tea thing
No, Oliver was Lincoln's fake middle name during a leak. For Chandler, I'll probably do something in Logbook or have small moments throughout QTQ.
Polly strolled to his side and leaned in. Lincoln whispered about what he had planned for later. She nodded as he explained, his breath tickling the crest of her ear. "Sign me up," Polly agreed to his operation. Both shook hands. That's step two of his plan.
"Great," Lincoln smiled. What was he doing before this? Oh right! "Let me find a medical kit first," He recalled his mission. Hopefully, his mother wasn't too mad at him. Polly accompanied him on his search. Hey. He could need some company. The news continued to play in the background.
"Gabriel's Modernize Michigan agenda has made steady progress. They've received support from Incognito labs allowing them to accelerate their roadmap," A report broadcasted to the screen. "The first fleet of smaller localized rail systems will be deployed starting in the Detroit Metropolitan area. Reports said some have already been completed. Please stay tuned for an interview with Gabriel in a few moments,"
"Sweet," Lincoln and Polly said. No more begging Lori for rides to the mall. He went to an adjacent desk where a worker was stationed. "Hey, Adora, send me to get an ice pack," Lincoln explained.
"Again?" They groaned at the reveal, digging under the desk. Someone's going to file a lawsuit against them one of these days. Lincoln shrugged. They handed him a cold silver gel ice pack. The children returned to the room where Rita and Adora were chatting.
"How are you able to have eleven kids?" Adora questioned. One can ravage a woman's body. BUT FREAKING ELEVEN?! And none of them are adopted or were deceased relatives' kids.
"Sweetie, have you seen my hips?" Rita elaborated on her stunning features. She always had wide hips while being on the pudgy side. "It's still a pain to deal with, but after a while, they slide right out," She explained, gesturing her hands. Lori's head shape and the twins caused the most strain. "Still haven't gotten any complaints from Lynn," Her lips curved mischievously. She has a double buttery and mouth-watery set of buns.
"Mom!" Lincoln cringed, covering his ears. He doesn't need to know that his mom still has it going. Too late, Lincoln; there's tons of fan art already.
"Sweetie, if you're anything like your father," Rita teased on the potential of his taste in women. Polly rubbed her chin, intrigued by what she was hearing.
"Nope, not listening to this," Lincoln pushed his hands against his auditory receptors blocking whatever his mother had to say. Adora chuckled, taking the ice pack away and handing it to Rita. The mother shuddered and exhaled in relief at the frigid sensation easing her jaw muscles.
"What happened to her?" Polly asked, jerking her thumb in Rita's direction.
"He's teaching me the Anchor," Rita answered, gingerly moving her lower mandible. She winced at a jolt.
Polly blinked owlishly. "Your grandpa taught you the Anchor but not your mom?" She questioned. How is that fair?
"I know, right? Ow…" Rita shouted when a jolt of pain stung her. She muttered something, relaxing her jaw against the cold packet.
"Hullbreaker and Polaris combo?" The skater girl predicted with a quick scan of the injuries. They nodded before staring at her. How did she know that? "Well, my grandpa taught me," Polly shrugged with a nonchalant grin. Rita rolled her eyes at the information, feeling left out.
Adora got an idea; her lips curved upwards. "Hey…um, what's your name again?" The tall blonde asked. Lincoln didn't like that smile. It reminded him of Luan when she was in one of her pranking moods.
"Names Polly," The roller skater introduced herself with a grin. I need to find a Surname for you.
"Can you give us a demonstration as Anchor practitioners?" Adora questioned, gesturing to the adolescents. Lincoln squinted his blue eyes at Adora. A sparring match?
"Sure. I'm game," Polly agreed, stretching her arms. She removed her sneakers. Lincoln blinked owlishly. Really? "A little out of practice, though, "She smiled, stretching her legs to loosen her hamstrings. Lincoln rolled his eyes, reluctantly agreeing to the situation. Her body was warmed up from running several laps earlier. She gazed at Lincoln's form while he was shadow boxing. There's no way she can beat him in a straight-up brawl. He had the gear. Tiger-striped shirt with comfortable navy blue shorts. His mechanical strikes were covered by a pair of well-worn black UFC gloves. Memories from the park when Tetherby attacked them. She didn't want a gut-wrenching punch or a brain-scrambling attack to the forehead. Or worse. He's smart too, more intelligent than her. Polly needs something completely unorthodox if she wants to win or gain a minimal edge.
Adora handed her some gloves and pointed to two lines. Both children stood at their markers. Polly tightened her gloves as they waited. "Hajime!" Adora shouted, chopping the air.
"Polaris!" In a split second, the pair attacked the other. Lincoln's fist was a butterfly's breath away from Polly's smirking face. Her hardened shin kissed his cheek. Adora smirked while Rita's eyes widened at their speed. Neither moved. They jumped away, creating distance. Lincoln remained in his Muay Thai stance as a stoic guardian, his hands raised to his forehead. Polly took a more spry approach. Her movement pattern resembles Capoeira's Ginga. A continuous harmonic motion, back and forth, engages the arms and legs. Always moving, prepared to strike or evade. Fitting for a rollerblader. Polly launched her assault, her fist raised with a sanguine grin. Lincoln's body tightened for the attack, ready to retaliate. His eyes widened when she dropped low. What? Her knee rested on the mat as one of her palms pressed against it, supplying additional force behind the leg sweep. He hopped away. Yet she prolonged the whirlpool of rotations, forcing him to move. Adora analyzed the fight. This is excellent training for Lincoln. Polly's an unorthodox fighter, unlike Pandora and Alexandria, who used established fighting styles. The rollerskater is a free-form fighter, using whatever felt natural to her body and mindset. Not undisciplined but playful, keeping on his toes from this unfamiliar combat style. Polly rocketed her left leg for a roundhouse kick. He evaded. She used the rotation to raise herself upwards. Her body continued to spin, with a jaw-shattering elbow with his cute name on it. He countered with a precise sniper shot, shivering her nervous system.
"Oh, right in the funny bone," Polly groaned with a sharp rubbing of her elbow. Her smile expanded. This is going to be fun. The children whose given names honor their world's life dew. Their spar morphed into a spiraling whirlpool of punches and kicks. They charged at each other, tangling their limbs with each other.
"Octolock," Both struggled for control, attempting to bring the other to the ground. Polly's jaw tightened at his grasp. Damn, Lincoln's strong. Her knees buckled at his overwhelming power as her heels skidded backward. Shit. COME ON, BRAIN THINK! She glanced at his glossy lips. Wait. A smile split across her face. Now that's an idea. Lincoln arched his brow at the changed expression. What is Polly thinking? Her toughened hands slithered across his arms, resting on his baffled face.
"Um, Polly, what are you, MMPH!" Lincoln questioned before yelping at the unexpected lip contact. His body froze like a laptop using too many tabs on Chrome.
"Mmmmmm," Polly moaned with half-lidded eyes, pushing their faces closer together.
The adults shared a look at the sudden display. "Should we stop this thing?" Rite asked, gesturing to the situation. The ice pack morphed into a mildly cold, lukewarm slush. "Also, is this illegal or something?" The mother probed. Kissing your opponent has to be against the rules in some capacity.
"Not…really," Adora replied with a so-so gesture. "The rules were either KO, tapped out, or pinned," She explained, observing the kids. Wow, Polly's still going. Props to Lincoln for holding this long. Although his brain is drier than text messages from someone who's disinterestedly polite. Several questions were formed. What should Lincoln do? Should he kiss her back? HOLY SHIT, IS THAT HER TONGUE?! Woah. Polly's really good at this. It's different when he did it with Ronnie Anne. His vision blurred with buckling knees, melting into it. Polly smiled as gravity and her body weight worked against him. She held him up, preventing him from crashing onto the mat. Their lips separated with a transparent trail.
"Looks like I win, bunny boy," Polly whispered smoky into his ear before releasing him with a satisfied exhale. Her cheeks were a temperate pink, while he was fiery cherry red. She licked her lips, and her eyes brightened at the delicate taste. Lincoln's lips were soft and velvet with a subtle flavor that drew you in. Damn. They should've done this ages ago. She watched steam whistling from his face and ears.
"Are you alright there, sweetie?" Rita asked. His raised thumb provided her with an answer. They packed up their items and headed out the door after Lincoln recovered.
"You know if the genders were reserved. That would've been concerning," Lincoln glared at the jubilant Polly.
She wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "Oh, you loved it," Polly teased, poking him in the chest. His face heated once more. It wasn't a no. "Hey, can you not tell Lynn about this?" She whispered in a pleading tone. "I like my organs to be on the inside," The rollerblader emphasized the severity of her predicament. There are a few things scarier than an enraged older sister protecting her brother.
"As long as you don't tell Rusty," Lincoln countered as they strolled down the hall. Polly's a vital part of the plan. If she's there, then Rusty will definitely be there. Law 8: Make Other People Come To You — Use Bait If Necessary. He didn't need a belligerent Rusty. However, the redhead won't embarrass himself in front of them. That's where Girl Jordan and her friends come in.
"Deal," Polly remarked. Yep, she didn't want a repeat of last time. Plus, the fact that they locked lips. Mhm. Maybe she can get another chance. Relax, Polly, you already have your chapter coming up … whenever I get to it. I need to finish Tabby's and Sweater's QT chapters. Lincoln glanced at the television, returning to the program.
"Welcome back, everyone," The reporter greeted the returning viewers with a wide smile. His curly golden hair glittered in the stage lights. "Here we have Gabriel, the mastermind behind the Modernize Michigan project," He waved to the camera.
"I won't call myself a mastermind per se," Gabriel brushed the ego-boosting. "I had a plan and had the means with an awesome team," He explained as the viewers grinned at his answer.
The report nodded, going through a list of questions. Oh, here's a good one."Despite the growing support of your project, you have gained some critics," Arthur started the interview. Gabriel's face remained blank with a charming smile at the question. "Particularly supporters of Elon Musk. What's your take on this?" The audience waited for the reply. I know this shit is SUPER meta right now, especially with Twitter.
"Critics are a regular part of your life. It's inevitable. However, they're an essential part of life, keeping you grounded, so you don't fall flat on your face because you wanted to touch the sun," Gabriel explained. They nodded in agreement. You have to learn to take criticism at some point in your life. They can see something that you don't. "Even my friends, colleagues, and other business associates had their concerns," He continued his viewpoint. "That's why I'm taking it slow. Getting a feel for it before I branch out and correct any unexpected errors," His hands moved around, displaying his thought process.
"What about the complaints Elon Musk's fans have?" Arthur brought up.
Gabriel sighed, siping his icy cup of water. Holy fuck, where does he begin with this? " I'm not even going to argue with his stans. Elon cultivated a phony persona of this hyper-disciplined productive machine," He criticized with a low disinterested voice. Fuck, he saw the library of memes throughout social media. "His fans devour it, believing that they can get a scrap of his wealth and success," Gabriel mocked with an arrogant chuckle before darkening his glare. "It doesn't work that way. He grew up in luxury during Apprehend South Africa, going to elite private schools thanks to his father owning an emerald mine," He divulged to the people. His brain sparked an idea for future plans. He should talk with Incognito labs about growing synthetic gems. All of them can be grown in the lab. His heart thundered in rapture at the sheer outrage people would display about this proposal. Especially the fucking diamond and wedding industry. "Hell, even his company Tesla wasn't founded by him. Musk was just the largest investor and ousted the original owners, and was the co-founder of SpaceX. He took credit for everything else,"
"I … didn't know that," Arthur muttered in a low voice. The people checked the history. Holy shit, he's right. Others narrowed their eyes at his criticism. HOW DARE HE?! Musk is going to fast-forward them to the future thanks to his genius.
"Of course," Gabriel said with a malice-filled smirk. "That's the benefit of a competent PR team," He broadcasted to the viewers. It's one of the first rules in the laws of power. Reputation is the cornerstone of power. Guard it with your life. His mind went to Edison, Disney, Mother Thresa, and countless others."They can make a silver spoon trust fund kid into the pinnacle of hard work and effort," Gabriel stiffed a chuckle at the attempts to be relatable to the common man. Ironic, isn't it? Those at the pinnacle of society despised those under them yet coveted their achievements and desired their appreciation. They created this persona of struggle just to relate with them. You see it all the time with rappers and other musicians. Think about the final scene in 8 Mile, where Eminem dissed his opponent for being someone he's not. His heart cackled in sadistic glee at how insanely inconsistent people can be. The middle class wants to be the upper class, while the elites wish to adhere to the ideals of those they deem less than nothing. Nobility and blue blood are archaic relics of a bygone era. Their achievements and wealth are invalid now that commoners can infiltrate their social spheres. Gathering acclamations and results. Things they could never achieve from their peers. Power and ego … are addicting concepts.
It's a drug. Once you taste the tangling allure of power. You can't let it go. You won't let it go. That's why people go mad with power in their attempts to secure it.
Humans desire power. No humans crave it, often fueling our daily actions and thoughts without input. It's that persistent inch in the back of their heads. We fight every second of our minuscule lives to gain more power. No matter what. It doesn't matter what or where your power comes from as long as you can get it and hold it. Money is a cheat code for life, enabling swift access to everything. Allies, influence in business and politics, and safety. However, it's not bought. It's rented. The social elites know this fallacy, knowing wealth can't solve all of their problems. They searched for other keys to power. Education is one. Bragging to your colleagues about your degrees and where you went to school enabling you to find a purpose in life. Ideologies. Something that's beyond yourself as a person, especially when it's moral. Business and politics. Having an active role in the economy and society at large. Connections. It's vital to know people and what they can do. Hell being healthy in your life can you a measure of power. Gabriel's eyes blazed haughty at how lazy humans are. We're electricity, opting for the path of least resistance. How many people fall victim to instant or get-rich-quick schemes? Catfishing, gambling, and betraying their values and allies for marginally easier access to power. Eva shared her stories before being hidden away. It's still the same. A king is a king, even if his throne is a pile of trash.
"Woah, you really pissed them off," The reporter muttered, their eyes widened at the mind-blowing rampant replies and tweets. Dozens turned into hundreds, then thousands. That's a lot of anime profile pictures.
"You think I care about them," Gabriel mocked, showing his teeth in glee. His silken hand rested on his designer shirt. "They smell like the people who argue in forums and make essay videos about why the age of consent should be lowered," He continued. The billionaire crossed his legs and relaxed in his chair. "Besides, they'll probably still like him if he wasn't a tech or crypto bro. Like, have you seen Alpha male or Nice guys memes,"
"No," Arthur shook his head. Dude, were you under a rock or something?
"Exactly. At least he has another business idea selling courses about how to be a hustle machine like him if Tesla goes down," Gabriel joked before a haunting chill rumbled his spine. Fuck! He probably jinxed it. Wait a second. There's an angle the time traveler can work with. "Okay, let me give you guys some advice," He clasped his hands before focusing on the camera. Hopefully, this works "You don't get girls or people to like you by being nice. That's the bare minimum. Imagine applying for a job where your only trait is that you're hardworking. What sets you apart from the other applicants?" Gabriel criticized, using the business terms to drive his point. Everyone needs a job.
"What is it about you that gets people interested?" He asked, using his position as a billionaire to drive his message. Sports, groups, hobbies, etc. "Some people aren't interested in you. I got rejected, and I'm attractive, wealthy, and powerful. Guess what I did? I moved on with my life," He revealed a brutal truth of life. "Also, a good number of you have disgusting personalities and a victim complex which you definitely need to fix," Gabriel scolded with a frown. "Sorry about that rant. Any other questions?" Gabriel exhaled to relax before returning to a neutral position.
"Yes, why did you pick the Detroit area to officially launch the project?" Arthur continued after a pause
"Oh, that was an easy one," Gabriel confirmed, moving forward with the interview. Eva should be conducting her task right now.
(Hey, I know these scenes with the future men aren't popular, but they're good practice for me. I've never written certain scenes or characters before, so it's better to do them in these short, intense ones than go deep into them. For example, manipulation, mind-breaking and death. This following scene gets kinda … dark. Really fucking dark so TRIGGER WARNING. YOU CAN SKIP THIS SCENE. Get it? Got it? Good. If you're still reading this you're interested. Alright let's go)
We find ourselves in a lavish home in West Virginia. It's a beautiful abode filled with love and laughter from the inhabitants. Now, where is the family? And why are they crying and holding each other while muttering to themselves in the living room? A vengeful man stood before brandishing his gun at them. His body reeked of sulfur, smoke, and gasoline. He burned down at the clinic.
"Please just let us go," The father pleaded, keeping his head down. His family flinched when the intruder pistol-whipped their father and husband. Blood stained the metallic surface of the gun. "There's money in the safe in my office. It's unlocked. You can have whatever is in there," The older man begged the man for a crumb of mercy with his hands in a praying gesture. His broken nose leaked blood on the shag carpet. This man was Kaiden Matthews. A doctor.
"I don't want your fucking your money," Joshua fumed, glaring at the older man with acidic hatred.
"You burned down my practice," Kaiden narrowed his eyes, finding some bass in his voice. "What else do you want?" If it wasn't money, then what could it be.
"I WANT MY FUCKING FAMILY AND TOWN BACK!" Joshua shouted with glossy eyes, frightening the family. "And all the people you can your wife killed," He muttered, chilling the couple to the bone.
"What?" Their children whispered, still stunned at that statement.
"You took everything from us, and it wasn't enough for you," Joshua seethed, recalling his town became a rotting corpse because of people like them.
"I…I… didn't do anything wrong. I was doing what I was told," Kaiden rationalized his actions in a stammer. "I was just doing my job," He whispered, his tears mixed with his blood. Wrong choice of words.
"Nothing wrong?!"Joshua barked, kicking the door in the stomach. "You broke your oath, getting people addicted to pills for an extra comma in your bank account," He accused while looking around the room with a sneer. How many lives were ruined for that couch?
"But why me? There are other doctors," The doctor coughed, holding his aching stomach.
"Simple," Joshua grumbled, tightening his fists. "You were the nexus point," All doctors went to him.
"I'm sorry," Those were the only words he could've uttered.
"Fuck. Your. Sorry," Joshua emphasized the futility of the apology. "I want my life back," He demanded with molten breaths. "You're a religious family, right?" That cross mocked him as they nodded. "Then you should know the golden rule. Treat others how you want to be treated," The click of his gun filled the entire room with dread.
"No god, please, we'll do fucking anything," Emily, the wife, pleaded, tears flooding her eyes. "Let the kids go. They didn't do anything wrong in this," She begged as her life flashed before her eyes. Joshua's hand shook as he lowered it with a soft expression. He couldn't do it.
"Why are you hesitating?" Eva's voice questioned in his mind. Who is this woman? "Did you forget why you're here?" She asked robotically, getting closer to his ear."Do it for your sister and all your loved ones?"
"Please do it," His sister begged. Holly?
"You know what that monster made us do?!" A pair of voices yelled. David and Amy were among the best of their class, only for it to be ruined by losing their potential to die in a drug house.
"I could've gone pro," An old friend grumbled with a gaping wound in his head. They play baseball together. Dante?
"My sweet sixteen," One of the neighbor's kids, died too soon from an overdose. Caitlyn?
"My dreams," A dear family friend who lived next door said. Ashley was murdered.
"Our town," His parents and numerous adults announced. Both living and dead, who's unable to do anything about it.
"EVERYTHING!" Everyone he knew and loved shouted. Tears and rage swelled his eyes, hearing their voices again.
"If you let him and his family go. It shows that you're okay with that he's done," Eva warned him. "How can you look at your sister and be content with what he's done? You're emboldening him and his twisted desires. It's all his fault," She gestured to him. Terror clawed at their throats, unable to scream. He was going to let them go! "This won't bring them back, but it will give them peace. It'll give them … justice,"
"Do it!"
"Do it!"
"Do it!"
"DO IT! NOW!" They all ordered with their hands on the trigger. He screamed, lost in his vengeful sorrow until the gun and house were silent. Joshua stared into space. Now holding a lighter and fuel accelerator. He absentmindedly flicked the incendiary device until a small flame appeared.
"I'll see you guys in a bit," He smiled for the first time in years as the accelerator baptized him while bringing the lighter closer to his body.
The fire claimed him.
(HOLY SHIT! THIS WAS INTENSE! Yeah … this took a lot out of me. You can continue reading,)
Lincoln and Luan snored in the middle row of Vanzilla. It's extremely early in the morning as the sun rises slowly over the horizon, not wanting to wake up either. Lynn Sr. hummed to himself with a smile. He recently received a call about a benefactor, paving the way to opening his dream restaurant. Maybe even a chain restaurant, but let's not get ahead. Open the first one. He glanced at his slumbering children through the rearview, using each other's bodies as a platform absorbing remnant sleep snatched moments prior. These two were the best cooks among his children. Lincoln's planning skills and discipline, combined with Luan's creativity and people skills, are critical to this meeting. He dragged them out of bed, gaining a headstart at the farmer's market. Mee Maw got him a great deal on meat. "We're here, kids," The father announced, arousing his children. Not like that, you sickos. Shame on yall. Their eyes tightened for a moment before slowly opening them. They yawned, rubbing the crust from their dreary eyes. "Come on, let's hurry up while the fish are still breathing," Lynn Sr. remarked, removing his seatbelt with a click. The siblings groaned, following their father, barely keeping their eyes open. They were still in pajamas. A small crowd ambled throughout the stalls, supporting local businesses and gathering premium or discounted organic items for a fraction of the market price. "Here's a list of things to get," He handed them a parchment detailing their quest items.
"I'll head to the Hunnicutt's," Lincoln offered, stifling a yawn. The sun's rays flickered over the marinating indigo horizon. Lynn Sr. nodded, gesturing for Luan to follow him to get vegetables. His list served as ingredients in future meals for their family. 13 mouths to feed. The frost-haired son ambled through the market, casting a buyer's glances at the available wares. A fragrant rainbow of freshly grown produce layered the stalls. Some formed partnerships using organic materials to craft bath and beauty products. He recalled some of the aromatic soaps and scrubs Leni received from Sam's recommendations. They had to stop Lana from eating them. It was some type of honey-citrus sugar scrub. Can't remember. Oh, there's the Hunnicutts. Mee-Maw conversed with a well-built woman with green-dyed hair wrapped in a loose ponytail.
"Howdy, Lincoln," Liam greeted, moving a crate to the side with a grunt. His eyes were bright and lively, and diligent sweat moistened his forehead from a long day's work. Enduring overalls and tan checkered shirts covered the farmboy's form.
"Hey, Liam," Lincoln replied, with exhaustion hovering in his tone. Hattie sat at a different section, intensely reading a monstrously thick textbook. That has to be a science textbook. Those are only things that can use as body armor or a weapon if it's a hardcover.
"We'll be right with you, sugar cube," Mee-Maw grinned, counting the payment from a recent purchase. Lincoln analyzed the women's order as she placed the items in her tote bags. Several whole chicken carcasses, twin glass bottles of milk, and a bundle of crops such as corn and root vegetables. That's a lot of carrots and cucumbers. Why would a woman need … you know what, never mind. "So what's your old man's meal plan?" Mee-Maw asked, leaning over the counter. Lincoln handed the older woman his assigned list. She whistles at the items, her ruby lips curled with monetary approval. That's why Lynn paid handsomely in advance. "Liam, I'm going to need some help with this. Hattie, watch the counter please," The southern matron ordered. Liam nodded, assisting his grandmother while Hattie sat at the front, resting her book with a weak audible thud. Lincoln observed Hattie's frustration, running her fingers through earthy brown hair. His analytic sapphire eyes focused on the mild tension in her jaw muscles before releasing it with a lumbering groan. She grabbed her notebook and flipped through the pages, bouncing her focus on the books and cross-referencing the complex information attempting to decipher it.
"Need some help, Hattie?" Lincoln offered with a tired smile. His brotherly nature provided him with a portion of energy.
"Yes, please," Hattie declared, turning the textbook to him. He scanned the words and illustrations. Oh, it's chemistry. Acids, bases, molar mass, and equilibrium.
"You forgot the coefficient for the ICE table," Lincoln pointed out. Her eyes widened at the error. That's why she wasn't getting it. "Also, don't count liquids or solids," He explained. She nodded, erasing her current answer and replacing it. Her fingers tapped on her calculator.
"I got it…," Hattie muttered with bright eyes and a meek smile. It took her FOREVER to figure it out in class.
"Don't you have a chemistry exam this week?" Mee-Maw brought up, sorting the list of orders with a teasing smirk on her face.
"Yes, ma'am," Hattie nodded. Where is she going with this?
"Lincoln can teach ya," Liam probed, hoisting a crate of eggs on his shoulders. "He's one of the smartest kids in our class," He smiled, wiggling his brows at the pair. Lincoln rolled his eyes, too exhausted to formulate an argument, and helped Hattie with her studying. The argent-haired boy plainly explained the scientific concepts in terms that the farm girl could quickly absorb. Hattie's brown eyes sparkled at Lincoln's scholarly details as she wrote them down. Months of chapters are summarized within a few coherent sentences. It pays to be the second smartest in the Loud family.
Liam took Lincoln's tote bag and filled it with his father's order. The farm boy knew something delicious was coming up. "What's the plan for ARRGH later next week?" He asked.
"Still figuring it out since my family is divided into factions," Lincoln groaned, rolling his eyes at the competitive scenario. You think in a family as massive as theirs, they would have a secondary TV. "We can sneak into Lisa's bunker during the chaos," He shrugged, aware of his limited options. His sisters can go to their friend's house for a watch party.
"As long as TODD doesn't show up and destroy the TV, then count me in," Liam grumbled, irked at the machine vaporizing his model.
"Deal," Lincoln outstretched his hand. Liam shook. That makes Clyde and now Liam. "Also, something else," He beckoned, drawing them with a finger. "You too, Hattie," Lincoln smiled, raising the heat in the country girl's cheeks. She nodded, listening to Lincoln's demand. "Sounds good?" His grin widened as everything was coming together.
"Oh, tasty," Liam bragged with a taunting smile on his freckled face, returning the now-heavy tote bag. "Don't spoil anything, Hattie," He warned his cousin with a glare.
"Hey, I don't even watch ARRGH, so I can't," Hattie defended, raising her hands to avoid their ire. However, that's something she drastically needs to improve on.
"You have time to catch up," Lincoln said, checking his items. Several whole chickens, tough cuts of beef and pork, vegetables, bread, and eggs. Wait, what? Those two weren't on his order. "Um …Mrs. Hunnitcutt," He questioned the contents of his purchase.
"Don't worry about it, cotton tail," Mee-maw brushed off the concern but appreciated the honesty. "Those eggs are lower grade but still good. The bread is a little something Hattie cooked up," She smirked with two crates on her shoulders, gesturing to her niece. Hattie's face was a freshly picked tomato. "You and pa are good men. Now get, you're holding up the line," The Southern matron teased as more patrons ambled throughout the market. The rush is coming. Lincoln smiled, saying his goodbyes to the farming family.
"Mee-maw!" Hattie exclaimed, keeping her voice down to avoid a ruckus.
"What?" Mee-maw faked ignorance, grunting as she rested some crates of potatoes. "I wasn't doing anything," She shrugged, maintaining her smile.
Hattie swapped her attention to Liam. "Don't get me involved with this," The farmboy deflected any participation. However, it was his idea to hook the pair up under the assumption that it'll help Lincoln get over Ronnie Anne.
"Hey, I got a good deal on bread and eggs," Lincoln revealed. The father and daughter got flour, pastries, and dairy products.
"Awesome work, sport," Lynn Sr. praised, digging into one of the bags. "They can go well with these jams we got," He held two glass jars of jam. Oh, they got some fancy jams today. Kiwi and Jostaberry. Yes, I researched what fruits can be grown in Michigan. Cherries are highly popular, so the whole plot with the Millers attempting to sabotage the state's cherry supply is legit.
"We can get Luna to jam out with us," Luan joked with a short laugh. Lincoln facepalmed as they walked off. It's going to be a long drive home.
Do you know what time it is?! If you said Adventure time, you're wrong, but cultured. It's time for physical education. The students muttered themselves in their friend groups within the gym, waiting for their coach. What's the torture session for this week?
Coach Pacowski's high-pitched whistle announced his presence. "All right, thanks to the lawsuit, we can't use the usual obstacle course either," The older man grumbled at the legality of his training methods. My brother in Christ. You were using BARBED WIRE and an industrial strength crusher on FUCKING CHILDREN! I know it's a cartoon but shit. The students smiled at the information. Girl Jordan cheered to herself. No barbed wire. Her toenail finally grew back over the month. "However," Pacowski continued, halting and shuddering their hearts. Please no. "Members from the Atlas Gym are setting up one outside. Run two laps and follow me," He instructed before blowing his whistle. They ran around the court, and their squeaking footsteps echoed throughout the area.
"Hey, Lincoln, what do you think they'll make us do?" Clyde asked, keeping a brisk pace with his group
"I have no idea," Lincoln confessed, shaking his head as they jogged around. It can literally be anyone from there. "If it's Adora, then we're in serious trouble," He warned, recalling his first sessions with Adora. She made his muscles and bones cry. Their eyes widened, gulping in fear as they continued to loop around the court.
Pacowski examined his students and then checked his stopwatch. That's all of them. He blew his whistle. "Alright, maggots, follow me!" The Coach ordered, opening the double doors to the outside. They were welcomed by a team of trainers setting an obstacle course. Multiple students exhaled, thankful at the set-up. It's an actual obstacle course designed for children with rope climbs, hills, walls, tires, and other landmarks to traverse. Thank you, lawsuit.
"Hey there, cub," Adora smiled, waving to the frost-haired boy with a clipboard. The Atlas gym workers were finished with the construction. Some were on standby.
"Dang it," Lincoln muttered as his classmates snickered while walking towards the course. Rusty ogled Adora, absorbing delicious form into his memory banks. So this is his trainer. They were lined up, waiting for the coach to begin.
Adora passed Coach Pacowski the portfolio. "Okay, maggots. We have a … legal and safe obstacle course," Pacowski fumed. That word left a bitter taste on his tongue. He grumbled, shaking his head, gesturing to the obstacle course. "You know the rules. Complete the obstacle as fast as you can and head to lunch," The coach informed the bright-eyed students. It's a simple get in and get out? YES!
"We have some special guests," Adora declared, gesturing to the students.
"Hey, Lincoln," Alexandria greeted, wearing the school's red physical education uniform.
"Hey," Lincoln smiled before a tingle shot up his spine like a firework. Wait … a minute. Adora said, 'special guests. Plural. More than one. He evaded Pandora's tackle by arching his body to the side. She yelled from the dodge, landing face-first into the verdant grass and dust.
Pandora coughed up dirt and blades of grass as she flipped over her body. "BUTTHOLE!" She barked roughly, glaring at the smirking Lincoln. He shrugged as Pandora arose and dusted herself off before joining them.
"You can work together," Adora added. Their eyes widened at the option. They can work together? Established friend groups have already formed their upcoming assistance. They waited at the starting line. "You guys ready?" She asked, observing them tightening their muscles in anticipation. Adora nodded, signaling for Pacowski to begin. He blew the whistle, and they were off. It's a straight line to a low wall. Lincoln rushed forward; his shoes provided enough traction to latch onto the wall and hoist himself on top. The ardent-haired boy offered his hand as others climbed up and pushed forward. Alexandria jumped, grabbing his palm as he pulled her up. The two nodded. They did the same for Serena.
"Last one gets the winner's lunch?" The panda lover suggested as more climbed the wall. Lincoln's friends performed a similar tactic, albeit struggling a bit. Rusty sprinted ahead.
"Deal," The acolytes smiled.
"Let's move," Lincoln declared as they jumped onto a cushioned platform. He and the girls rushed ahead, leaving most of their classmates' behind. Girl Jordan, Cookie, Haiku, and Stella weren't far behind. Rusty grumbled, forcing more power into his legs to catch up to the group. They reached the second portion, a series of stepping stones, and used tires. It's a test of agility. The acolytes steadied their pace, leading their feet into the center of worn black rubber donuts. They've done this countless times. Some of their classmates aren't as fortunate, losing their balance as their feet were caught in round openings. The students leaped on the stepping stones like a casual hot scotch. Don't worry. The stepping stones are made from durable foam.
Coach Pacowski examined his stopwatch as they transverse through an inflatable, serving as a climbing wall, rope, and tunnel. "Pick up the pace, you maggots," He shouted as the kids struggled to move through the sluggish terrain. Have you guys ever moved through those inflatables? It's fucking brutal! The inflatable became sand, devouring their legs up to the knees as they trudged forward for the rope series.
Lincoln climbed his with Serena and Alexandria behind him on the same rope. They were in this together. "Rustman, coming through!" Rusty cheered, pushing his classmates out of the way.
"Seriously?!" Zach grumbled, adjusting his glasses after being pushed into the bouncy wall. He's stuck in a Jenga pile. Maybe he should've gone with the goggles today. They groaned as they picked themselves up.
"Sweet, a slide," Serena remarked at their escape. They have one more final obstacle until It's a quick sprint toward the finish line. 'On three?" Alexandria nodded. Their classmates were catching up to them. Wait, where's Lincoln? The girls' eyes widened at the white hair descending the slide. "HEY!" The two shouted as more climbed up.
"First come, first serve," Lincoln countered as he glided down the smooth plastic. When you grow up with ten sisters, you learn how to be a little selfish. They rolled their eyes before jumping down. That lunch looks mighty tasty right now. His sapphire eyes glanced over behind him as he reached the end. Crap, they're gaining on him. Maybe he should've jumped from the top of the slide. No. Ms. Johnson and Huggins already got on his case for that when Haiku and her crew chased him several chapters ago. He launched himself from the platform and dashed towards the red terrace. Several students were on his heels. They adjusted their pace at the steep incline, enabling Girl Jordan and Stella to overtake him. His eyes brightened, recalling the structure of the terrace. The girls shared a challenging glance as they hopped down when a shadow appeared above them.
"Lincoln?" His potential love interests gasped. Okay, let's be honest; if Ronnie Anne and Lincoln don't get together, these options are the following options. Unless they do a Regular Show and give him a new love interest. Hell, they can make Charlie canon in later seasons. He landed on the edge of the steps, propelling his body forward into a flip. Did he wink at them? His shoulder made contact, absorbing the shock as he rolled onto the ground, positioning him back on his feet.
"That was for me," Stella declared in assurance. Come on, she's the best girl in the fandom. Not that's his sister.
"YOU?!" Girl Jordan narrowed her eyes at the absurd declaration. Lightning sparked between them with gritted teeth.
"That should buy me a second-Why do I hear chase music?" Lincoln smiled before someone splashed ice-cold water against his skin. Why? The sun's still out, and he's perfectly dry. "Uh, no," He muttered, recognizing this shrill tension within his spine. His eyes darted behind him, witnessing a sky-covering dust cloud encroaching on him. Stella and Girl Jordan charging at breakneck speeds. Their faces were stony masks issuing an unspoken challenge only known to them. Lincoln coughed and covered his eyes from the dust, slowing his pace.
Pacowski blew his whistle. "It's a tie," He announced with a quick scan of his stopwatch.
"A TIE?!" Both complained, raising their arms in annoyance at the claim. They growled at each other before turning their noses at each other. Lincoln earned his second/third place as the rest followed. The workers dismantled the course and loaded them back on the trucks.
"There's an event sponsored by the Altas gym and Royal Knights later this week. Come get it out," Adora waved goodbye to her students as she entered one of the trucks. The trio nodded.
"What do you guys want for lunch?" Serena pouted as they walked off to go change.
"Let's talk about that later," Lincoln smiled, his blue eyes glimmered slyly."Say … I want your opinion on something," He bargained to the girls. They shrugged, leaning in for what he had to say. "Sounds good?" Lincoln arched his scheming brow.
"Oh, definitely," Alexandria nodded.
Serena smirked, relishing for what he had planned. "It's going to be good," The grappler growled, flexing her claws for the upcoming event when her stomach roared. "Come on, let's eat," She announced, dragging Lincoln by the wrist as Alexandria rested her elbow on his shoulder.
"Can you believe this crap?" Rusty grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the scene. What is he? Building a fucking harem or something?! Lincoln already talked to Girl Jordan, and now these two. His classmates rolled their eyes with sweat rolling down their features.
"Hey, Rusty," Liam said. It's time for his part in Lincoln's plan.
"What?" Rusty snarled before listening to the farmboy. His eyes widened at the news. "On god…like for real?!" He asked in a shaky voice. It can't be right. Is this was what Lincoln was planning? Liam nodded. "Hell yeah," The redhead cheered with renewed vigor. Liam and Clyde gave Lincoln a thumbs-up.
Lincoln smiled at the information, checking his watch. Only a few more pieces and days left. The event opened the door for him, knowing that Caroline and Evelynn would be there. Maybe Renee? Haiku eyed Lincoln for a few moments. Is he planning something? He, Liam, and Clyde were discussing battling over the tv for the desired program. Still, there's a schism within his family. So he settled for piracy and the usage of Lisa's devices. The goth let it go for now. Perhaps it's a boy thing or something. Lincoln's grin widened as Haiku took her gaze off him. Don't worry, Haiku, you're already playing your role perfectly.
You'll get something out of it. Just wait.
Fun fact/Trivia
Michigan is ranked first and the leading world producer of tart cherries
Mhm what could Lincoln be planning?
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