Author notes: there is a bit of Lyla bashing in this chapter. If you are okay with that then we chill. If you throw a tantrum in the reviews then can go fuck yourself I guess lol
That being said, if you have a criticism that insults me, my work and my dog then I'm okay with it as long as it's valid
Let's get rigghhhhttt into the news.
Lincoln made his way out of the porch to the garage. The sounds of his boots crunching ice echoes through the clearing with the howling of Mideastern winter winds accompanying it.
Reaching there, he plunged his left hand into his jacket's zipper pocket and pulled out the garage keys; opening the garage.
It might be strange to others that someone in 2041 still had basics like garage doors be operated manually. But he didn't care, he liked it that way.
Plus, they were poor as dirt.
Lincoln reached for the handle of his car. A black 2015 Honda Accord that he got for a discount. She was practically one of his most prized possessions. He cleaned it and maintained it with the sum of his earnings that's left after he blows most of it on Budweiser or Proper 12.
Proper 12 is made for day consumption. Fuck whoever drinks it and expects to get shit faced, by the way.
He entered the car and closed the door behind him. He pressed the smart key, delighting in the sound of the revving of the engine. He turned his favourite radio station which was playing "I ran (so far away) by a flock of seagulls"
"A cloud appears above your head. A beam of light comes shining down on you. Shining down on you. The cloud is moving nearer still. Aurora borealis comes in view.
Aurora comes in view."
He let out an involuntary sigh of relief when the lights turned on. Hurryingly, he pressed his left foot on the gas. The car let out a purr and soon enough, the vehicle's wheels started rotating forward. In a minute, Lincoln Marie Loud was out riding on the road like a bat out of hell and he was loving every moment of it.
He was his own king here.
Here, he won't have to deal with people breaking his trust and cheating on him; making him feel like a sack of shit. Here, he won't deal with "Upstanding citizens" self-righteous fucks that patronise him even when he's triple their age for mistakes he had done in the past. And here, he won't have to catch his children fucking each other; unable to do anything about it because he whether he liked it or not, he made that a viable option when he decided that knocking his sisters up was a wise thing to do.
He'd make the excuse that he was a horny teenager that didn't know any better but said the excuse could be used by them too. And the worst thing is, all his sisters would go with it. Except for Lily of course.
Lily left a long time ago before the shit storm came.
He practically held on to the last thought. Why you might ask? Because it's the reason he's in this situation in the first place.
He'd get a bottle of Budweiser and drown his disgust and shock if he didn't have high respect for driving safety laws. So he'll just have to man up and narrate again for the sake of the fictional viewers he got used to "Talking" to all his life.
Eleanor
Lincoln slowly turned his face towards the screen and blinked sluggishly.
"This's Lincoln Loud live from the front row of his car; are you receiving?" Lincoln said and kept staring at the "viewers" with a poker face.
Eventually, he couldn't contain the laid back small that made its way to his face and chuckled a bit.
"Heh, I'm just fucking with you, dear viewers. It has been a while since you were, well, here. How have you been?"
He looked down a bit and then rubbed his temples before looking at the camera again.
"Well, whatever your answer is, I hope you're having a good life. Because I can confidently say I'm not having one at the moment" he explained the last part deliberately slowly with a sarcastic snark in his tone.
He turned his head to look at the icy road ahead before speaking; all traces of humour left from his voice and his face.
"It all started a few weeks ago.."
Lincoln was finishing the last touches on his new issue: "Ace Savvy Vs King Dice #445".
Lincoln was especially excited as renewed interest in the Ace Savvy fandom skyrocketed after the trailer of the new VR game had been dropped. Ace Savvy had been left in the King Dice saga on hiatus for 5 years now; rivalling the infamous Berzerker manga hiatus from the mid-2010s to the early 2020s before its creator, Mentaro Kiura, passed away in 2021. Years later, it was picked up by a Korean studio that somehow managed to end the story with an ending that left the series's long-time fans happy.
Lincoln was both determined to make Ace Savvy And The Full House Gang an established name fandom again and give it the ending such a long-running and incredible series deserves. He could die happy after that.
That's why he came back home that way in a rare cheerful mode. He felt like he wanted to do nothing but gather all his sisters and children and have a movie night with snacks and things of that sort.
So he bought snacks that predictably, put a dent in his wallet.
Sue him. Try buying the multiple stuff for 20 people in today's economy without losing a bit of cabbage.
Yes, he said 20. Lynn included.
He figured out if he wants to do something nice for once then he shouldn't exclude anyone. Plus, good karma might pass around and reward him for this? Preferably by fixing his relationship with his family and their relationship with each other.
He knew that shit only happened in 80sisstcoms but it won't hurt to have a little bit of hope, will it?
After buying the snacks, he came back to find the windows dark from outside
" They must've slept early today." He told himself before fiddling with his keys, finding the right one and putting it in the keyhole.
The whole house was dark. Not uncommon since they want to conserve energy but what wasn't not uncommon was the light emitting from Luna's room.
Which happened to be occupied by Lupa.His relationship with Lupa was well… It was complicated. He could safely say that Lupa was amongst the faction that didn't tolerate him. But he didn't mind it much. She was for all intents and purposes, a child.
He was kind of a douchebag that's plus considering that children are quickly impressionable and are generally quick to draw assumptions.
Sometimes, he'd have to be overbearing to look out for her and she'd take his protective nature as him purposely restricting her and being a general control freak.
Like this one incident when a transfer PE coach told her that she had the talent to enter the next Great Lakes local feather ball tournament and that the tournament would give her extra grades. He wanted her to sneak at night to his home address for "Special training".
Apparently, he managed to convince a lot of girls too. All under Principal Wilbur's nose.
Lincoln took the invitation on his daughter's behalf.
He, his barbed baseball bat and a cactus he carried around for good luck talked with the PE teacher. They couldn't reach a mutual agreement so they settled with Lincoln paying for his hospital fees.
He doubted any amount of plastic surgery would fix his face that looked like swiss cheese when he was done with him. Heh.
Immigrating away from these thoughts, he tentatively made his way to Luna's (Now Lupa and Lyle's).
Looking back at it in the future, maybe he shouldn't have.
Lyla had his sister down at all fours. He was in the process of taking off her skirt before Lupa gripped it back and shook her head.
" Bruh, fuck no. I think that's taking it too far. I'm pent up but I won't waste my first with a guy who made every girl from Detroit that's a head taller than he gives him head" Lupa told him dryly. She was turning back before Lyla gripped her wrist. Lupa gasped a little at the rough treatment. Though, not because of pain.
Pink dusted her cheeks.
" You like that, don't you Lupa?" Lyla asked; his tone cold. He gripped her wrist harder. The combination made Lupa's nipples harden under her hoodie.
" H-How...How did you know-MMMPH" Lupa's sputtering was silenced by a rough kiss that lasted for 3 seconds before Lyla broke it.
"What, how, when I know isn't any of your business. The best answer I could give you is that I'm a bit of a…girl guru. Also, you aren't the best at covering your tracks on the internet. But enough of the chit chat. Mrs Maggie cut all contacts from us because dad couldn't keep it in his trousers." His emotionless face seemed to curl in disdain at the last part of mentioning his dad. "That means I can't see Gloom and frankly? As much as I love her, I'm a boy with needs. It isn't like she won't understand this. If she really loves me she will."
"I'll be frank here, I always wanted to fuck you Lupa but I'm offering you a choice. If you don't want this and I know you do, then you, by all means, could go back to bed and we will pretend this never happened." he stopped talking, and started gently tracing a finger over Lupa's hair, a smug smile twitched at the corners of his lips. He looked like a cat that managed to catch a canary.
" Alternatively, we can have this mutually satisfactory agreement that no one will know, nor care about." He stopped tracing his finger over her scalp and opted to grip her hair harshly.
"So, what will it be?" He turned her slowly on her stomach and whispered in her ear from behind.
Lupa could only nod stiffly, breathing harshly.
Lyla knew what he had to do.
And Lincoln had decided he had seen enough.
With finesse seen only by gunslingers bred by the desert, Lincoln whipped out his infamous Lincoln Loud belt that he uses as a weapon that is surprisingly convenient for street fights.
"You're right about me not being able to keep it in my trousers, Lyla," Lincoln said after he kicked the door open. He swung his belt like a lasso. Lyla's stoic pretty eyes widened in fear.
Lemy stood in his PJs leaning on the doorframe with a bag of Doritos in his hands, chuckling at the pained cries of his older brother.
"You could probably predict the rest. The family woke up, Big fight, Etc."
"I probably should stop this Truman show bullshit at one point, I swear." he quietly mumbled "And here we are. SarahCare Adult DayCare." He breathed a sigh and parked his car in the parking lot. He turned the car off and locked the door
Reaching inside the DayCare, Lincoln briefly scanned the surrounding area before he was stopped short by a voice.
"Excuse me, can I help- Lincoln!?" A nurse that looked like she was in her late 50s gasped with widened eyes upon seeing his face without
"Err...Hello, Mrs Santiago." Lincoln was beginning to regret coming here already. He just wanted to see his father for fuck's sake, not meet the mother of his ex.
"Did you come here for your father?" She asked, regaining her bearings.
"Yes, how did you know?" Lincoln asked, picking the collar of his shirt and shuffling slightly while standing.
"There's no other reason for you to go so far off Royal Woods and enter a building filled with old people, majadero" she giggled a bit under the palm of her hand and he had to admit, she was pretty adorable for a 50 something-year-old woman. And in pretty good shape too.
"No," he thought to himself, "Bad Lincoln. Don't hit on women that are as old as your mother."
They walked to his father's room in comfortable silence.
"So...how is Ronalda?" Lincoln asked curiously with his hands in his pockets and his head dipped slightly.
It took a moment for Maria to register the question and he could've sworn he saw something unnerving pass in her eyes.
"Mrs Santiago what ar-"
Eventually, she turned to look at him. She regarded him with a smile on her face before replying
"You know how it's, Hijo. She has been in NYC ever since she left the great lakes with Sid. I heard they're a thing now." She said while humming slightly.
He ignored everything around him as something about the nurse's smile made the hairs at the back of his neck stand.
"That's good to hear…"
"It's. Wouldn't you have wanted to fill that role though?" She said looking the other way. The barely lit hallway shadowing her face made for a disturbing sight.
"Mrs Santiago I-"
"Answer the question, boy. Or are you going to ride your car away from it too? Because I assure you.
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Lincoln's heart caught up in his throat.
"WHAT THE FUUUUUU-"
And he ran.
He ran so far away.
Unfortunately, the eldritch goddess in the guise of a Latina woman seemed to anticipate that as stretched an arm with her palms open. while gripping a hospital stroller with the other one.
He couldn't get away.
Lincoln kept running like the devil himself was on his tail because it might as well be that way. The hallway seemed to stretch on eternally. The further the distance he crossed, the more eccentric it got.
The walls became fleshy with eyes rapidly moving and blinking. Some were crying blood. Some seemed to have teeth for lashes and we're trying to take a bite out of him.
Decapitated heads of people he knew, people he will know in the future and people he will never get to know in a thousand and one timelines hanged from the ceilings like lanterns.
He was about to bolt as fast as Usain Bolt with his ass on fire when something gently snatched him from the ground and to the air.
From the air, he looked down at the eldritch Santiago that gripped him with an oversized, elongated hand. Her face was nothing more than a gaping swirl that seemed to jail the void itself.
She brought him close so that he had no choice but to look at her endless pit that's her face.
A pair of amused, twinkling eyes materialised in her void face like two moons in a starless, night sky.
Lincoln screamed and almost shat himself.
Suddenly and without any prior warning, her face elongated to the point it could encapsulate Lincoln whole, throwing him in the literal void.
Lincoln was thrown screaming, passing through countless alternative timelines. Heck, he even briefly noticed a young version of him meditating in space with an oversized fucking paintbrush of all things on his back.
The paintbrush Lincoln cracked an eye open from his meditation and started in bafflement at the other version of him.
Lincoln waved at him.
Paintbrush boy awkwardly waved back.
Suddenly he felt a tug from…inside.
And his world went black.
Lincoln woke up groggy. But strangely enough, he didn't suffer from any back pain.
"Jesus fucking Christ. I swear I won't try any more of your brew, Clyde." He mumbled into the pillow. "This has to be the scariest fucking trip I've had the displeasure of experiencing."
Lincoln went stiff.
"What's this shit? What's wrong with my voice!?" He suddenly flung himself off the sheets, conscious of how strangely agile he was.
His mental breakdown was just starting as he woke up in a room that was a replica of his own from 24 years ago.
Okay.
What the shit is going on here? Is he still jacked up? Did his dumbass accidentally take DMT?
Or is this Luan's doing? Did she pay interior designers, interior decorators and painters just to fuck with him?
Nah, that can't be it. She's still grouchy at him because of the Maggie incident. There's no way she'd waste resources and time just to prank him. So the Luan theory is already debunked.
Lincoln took a deep breath and inspected himself at the mirror that's in the corner of the room.
The room was dark but he could see the mirror was reflecting something or someone-
Lincoln froze and paled, a strangled gasp choking out of his throat.
It wasn't a dream.
Fuck FUCK FUCK
It wasn't a fucking dream.
He turned to the mirror to properly assess himself.
He was short, quite short. His face was cherubic. His skin was as smooth as soap and his burly build that he gained by cutting down trees and lifting wood in the winters entirely gone.
His eyes never changed though; they were neither innocent nor doe-like. In fact, they looked sharp and emotionless.
It looked wrong on an 11-year old's face.
"This is so fu-" he was interrupted by something touching his shoulder.
Lincoln didn't screech like a little girl. Nope. He turned around completely calmly to meet the smiling face of a much younger Maria Santiago. She crossed her arms underneath her bosom.
His face turned into one of frustration.
"YOU BITCH! WHAT DID YOU DO?" Lincoln said, feeling his adrenaline overpower any fear he had for her. He raised one accusatory finger and ended up poking her breasts because of the height difference.
"Yes yes, I'm awesome. Trust me, I know. but can you use your inside voice, Hijo? I wouldn't want them to hear you shouting, see me here and let a misunderstanding ensue." Maria Casagrande-Santiago barely reacted as she kept smiling. She reached to pat Lincoln's head only for said hand to be swatted by Lincoln.
"You still didn't answer my question, woman. What's this!? What did you do to me? Answer me or else-" Just as he was going to follow through on his threat, The Santiago matriarch finally showed a different emotion as her smile became slightly strained and her eyes narrowed in annoyance
"Now now Lincoln...watch your tone. Anyone hearing you would assume you blame me for these unfortunate sets of circumstances." Maria bent down a bit; her hands on her knees. She reached out to pat Lincoln's hair before her hand was swatted again.
"How isn't this your fault? Can you answer my question? Oh, and leave my fucking hair be, please?" Lincoln fired questions like a cannon.
His eyes narrowed.
Maria dusted herself off, stood and crossed her arms again before speaking.
"Simple. If I didn't do what I did, you along with everyone you loved would've died."
"I don't think I understand-"
"Yes, you don't. Not really. You didn't understand the gravity of the situation you're in. You don't know. That's why I urge you to quiet down and listen to what I have to say." She chastised him and held her gaze.
Lincoln's eye drifted away and he grumbled but otherwise, he relented.
"So, as you are aware now. There are countless and I mean it in the literal term, countless timelines that revolve around you, your family and its shenanigans for some reason. So far, no one has been able to explain the cause of this phenomenon; why out of every family on this planet yours could be vastly different from one timeline to the other. In the end, we decided that we don't need to point fingers and search for causes. Neither do we need to completely understand it, we just have to respect it." Maria paused and let Lincoln digest the information. She then sat at the edge of his bed.
Lincoln's face was unreadable. He made a gesture with his hand to make her continue.
"It was that way for some time. The council monitoring timelines drifted from the prime timelines with all watching eyes. But one day it happened. The Abomination AU...one of the greatest tragedies we had. While not the darkest, it spawned other timelines that were way darker than the initial one and before we knew it, The sin kids AU was generating other AUs faster than anything the prime one was able to produce. And it was a matter of time before dark, miserable and f'd up timelines took over." Maria explained.
"And someone above decided to pull off the power cable." Lincoln interrupted emotionlessly. "Because puritan knights can't tolerate mistakes. I get it."
Maria's face switched to a deep frown. She opened her mouth to say something only to shake her head and continued.
"We were inspired...to fix that problem. We were lent the blueprints of the ..."Gamer system" from a certain guild. It was the solution to all our problems. We debated on who should get it but ended up indecisive. Eventually, we made the unanimous decision that someone from the sin kids AU should have it and the rest is unimportant." Maria finished curiously. She carefully observed Lincoln's reaction.
Lincoln outwardly didn't show anything but on the inside, the tiniest ember of hope was bubbling in his chest. This could be his honest to god chance to fix everything. And if Maria was to be believed, turn the world into his bitch.
"What's required of me? Do I sign a contract?" Lincoln said with the most disinterested voice he can.
"No, You already have the Gamer System. All you have to do is say 'Window' and what's required of you is to protect your family, yourself and them from yourself. Collect the 7 tokens of powers that had been hidden all around the world by the council and generally, become powerful. They'll be sending someone from their side to come here and inspect you after a year. If you're strong enough, you'll be offered a seat that represents the Sin Kids AU and free reign to do anything you want here or possibly other universes." Maria said before fixing her nurse hat and floating off the bed
"Wait, what happens if I don't meet the standards of that stranger?" Lincoln couldn't help but ask.
"Simple. You and the rest of the Abomination AU will get eradicated."
Lincoln's jaw loosened and his face bleached.
"Oh, and before I leave, I'd like to remind you that you are still in a depraved timeline. One that's on an even higher intensity than your original one. Don't be so alarmed if your sisters start making advances to you. Especially with how desirable the gamer system will make you"
Maria's last words echoed as her face turned into a spiral and engulfed her.
"I'll never figure out that even fucking works" Lincoln shook his head and sighed.
"Window" he muttered.
His vision was assaulted by an orange holographic screen.
Aloud To Venture
Gamer =\= System
(Alpha version 0.9.0)
Welcome, user!!!!!!!!
Name(Lincoln Loud) Level (11)
Species
(Human)
Health
(100/100)
Mana
(Unlocked with Minor Regeneration)
Strength
(11)
Intelligence
(35)
Agility
(25)
Charisma
(50)
Luck
(-250)
Wisdom
(45)
Ability Section
The Market
Missions tab
[For being our first user, we are required to give you a freebie that will pull you on your feet. Think of it as a gesture of good faith.]
Sure enough, he felt something materialise in his left pocket.
He sunk his hands into her pocket and pulled out what looked like an arcade token with a silver glow.
[Snap it to gain the gifted abilities]
Lincoln nodded at no one in particular and did just as the text said.
Ping!
Congratulations! You have gained the following abilities.
{Lady Luck's Mr Clean}
A skill specifically made to nullify Lincoln Loud's bad luck.
{Minor regeneration Level 1/10}
Every 10 Wisdom, you regenerate 1 Health Point per minute.
{Gamer's Mind (Passive) Level Max}
Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through.
{Gamer's Body (Passive) Level Max}
After sleeping in a bed, it restores HP, MP and cures all status effects.
{Create/Escape Instant Dungeon}
Allows the user to create a protected space. The companion skill is Instant Dungeon Escape. It's The Gamer's version of Protected Space.
{Mana Regeneration Level 1/10}
An ability given to those of special heritage that allows faster recovery of MP.
{Mana Bolt}
A skill that attacks by emitting mana. Damage depends on Intelligence points.
{Gentle fist Mastery Level 1/10}
Jūken is a form of hand-to-hand combat used by members of the Hyūga clan. It inflicts internal damage by attacking the body's Chakra Pathway System, subsequently injuring organs that are closely intertwined with the area of the network which has been struck.
Lincoln couldn't help that impish grin that made its way to his face.
"I'm fucking ready for everything. Bring it on, council bitches" Lincoln chuckled darkly.
Just as he was about to {Create Instant Dungeon}, Someone harshly knocked on the door.
His head snapped towards the direction.
"Come on, Stinklon. Tell me you finished putting on your make-up already 'cause Lori will leave you crawling to school by yourself if you don't." a snarky, muffled voice called from behind the door before knocking again.
"I AM COMING. GEEZ, KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY, LYNN." He shouted back, disgruntled by the fact that he couldn't give his powers a test drive.
Lincoln groaned before striding towards the door.
Thee voice behind the door quieted down.
Lincoln swung the door open, coming face to face with a brunette girl.
"What is with the shouting, white tiger? Did you suddenly grow a spine or did I interrupt your beauty sleep?" The Tomboy replied with a raised eyebrow and an amused smile.
"Do you like the sound of your own voice so much that you feel the need to comment on everything?" Lincoln replied dryly while straightening up and meeting her eyes. He too raised an eyebrow.
Lynn looked back and felt an involuntary shiver. A blush coated her cheeks.
She cleared her throat and tried standing firmer.
"Well, I-" She was about to proclaim before Lincoln halted her.
"Let's go. Lori doesn't have all day." Lincoln said glumly, already moving through the hall to the stairs descending down to the living room.
Lynn stood alone, mortified and horny.