A/N: Okay you guys' reviews are cracking me up lmao
.9231: It seems so big but yet still too small lmao
8364wii: Thanks man
kinkinnovich: Rip Lincoln dick
Guest 5: Do you even know what a self-insert is… Lincoln is still the same comic book loving in underwear self but because he grew up in a different environment, he is not the same happy and optimist self from canon so stfu
Wolfx88: Wait 113 holy hell I didn't realized it was that many lol however that nothing compares to Simpsons Harem stories that shit make your head spin
SonicMax: Other than the elders nah my man Lincoln is going to impregnate 40 percent of the woman of Royal Wood lol
Guest 8: Lmao
Guest 4: You are right I forgot: Georgia "Giggles"Gordon have been added
That is it for now, keep up with the reviews it makes my day btw Lincoln is thirteen in this story. Now on with the show…
Chapter 2: Welcome to Royal Woods
Lincoln woke up around noon to see they were close to Royal Woods seeing the welcome sign. "Hmmm it's seemed we're here my boy" Pop-Pop said excitedly causing Lincoln to look at the window to see the town smiling at the peaceful scenery "Heh nice town "Lincoln said ("Maybe I can hang with the kids here?") he thought internally. They drove to the east district and found their street "Hmm 1216 Franklin Avenue ah there it is" Rita said happily cause the other two to look at the house. It's a two-story house, with a gray roof, a garage, and a red door. It also has navy blue window panes, and a white painted fence. The house also has a red chimney. It also has bushes and trees surrounding the house. By the house, there is a sidewalk.
"Whoa mom, where did you get enough for this house?" Lincoln asked shocked making Rita rub her looking proud "The Bank I will be working at got me a great deal on the house and the mortgage on the place is surprisingly low" she stated making Albert laugh "Well our family luck hasn't run out yet, anyways we should get to unpacking" and they begin to unpack and sort their belongings from photos, collections, and trophies.
Four Hours Later…
"Hey Lincoln, since you are done packing your stuff to your room, why don't you go outside and have a look around? I'm going to order pizza for dinner" Rita said, pushing her son out the door. Lincoln just sat on the porch couch and opened his laptop making sure he had his notes from his old school he could use for the new; the sun was beginning to set, there was nothing much he could do. Most kids are probably inside getting ready for dinner or bed. Sighing he closed the laptop "What the hell I'm I going to do?" he asked himself. He tilted his head back and took in a deep breath, and gave out again a now, long exasperated sigh followed by silence. Brief silence.
"I can relate"
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In that instance, Lincoln leaps up screaming in terror clutching his heart in fear "WHAT IN ALL HELL" he screams and spend 30 seconds trying to calm his heart down He turned around to see a sight that… Piqued his interest? While also catching him off-guard the same as the sudden voice - a girl with completely dark hair, pale skin, wearing a black sleeveless dress, which went down to her waist, followed by a simple black skirt that stopped at the top of her knees, her arms covered instead by the sleeves of a white undershirt, along with this she had black and white striped leggings covering her legs, with black shoes and white socks. She had some sort of ornament in her hair but Lincoln couldn't tell what- since it was as dark as her hair and blended in. Almost lastly, she had a small, normal-looking and rather humble golden necklace around her neck. And maybe most curious of all, the thick front bangs of her hair completely covering her eyes. She certainly was going for a look.
And yet what was even more curious was the fact she seemed completely unfazed by his reaction. As opposed to any other person, who would be pondering several questions about life, triviality of existence. His startled expression changed to that of a Raised-Eyebrow expression as he looked at her for a moment…. And then the sudden realization that he was now in a situation where he was about to converse with her. Of all the people he could've met first in this town is a goth girl..great. He had the Goth girl in front of him to focus on, and yes, he knew what Goth was. However, in this case, given the girls notably pale skin, Lincoln couldn't help but feel a slight bit…creeped out. Creepy or not though…" Lincoln thought to himself… "she's kind of cu-" before shaking his head. Puberty is becoming a bitch to deal with now that he is thirteen.
Once again, he refocused himself to the pale girl in front of him, still standing all but still.
"...Hi?" Lincoln said, speaking as unsure as if he were talking to a cosmic entity of some sort.
"Hi." She replied in a monotone voice, following which there was a brief pause between them before she continued. "You're the new one who just moved in. I saw you were deep in your thoughts." she went on, "And It looks like they've been troubling you for a while." She said continuing, "I'd recommend writing them down somewhere, like I do, it helps in… lessening their weight, so to speak." she finished what she wanted to say, not a single change in her demeanor. Lincoln blinked for a moment, before replying to her. "Right...Heh that's the same advice my dad gave me a while back." Lincoln started thinking back momentarily however, not wanting to start reminiscing in the middle of a conversation - even if it was one he didn't really want, it would only make things more awkward, so he continued his side of the conversation.
"Name's Lincoln… and No, I am not, in fact, a young 50 year old." He said half-joking, gesturing towards his white hair - it was generally the first thing people took notice of. The girl gave what looked like a brisk smile before replying. "I'll admit, your hair's kinda cool" she told him somewhat admiringly, a bit of irony since her hair was pitch black.
"My name is Lucy. Lucy P. Howardson"
Lincoln took notice of her using her middle initial as well as her full name, oddly catching him off guard, but he went on to reply to her.
"Uh...right… In that case it's Lincoln A. Loud for me…. But why the formality?"
"Oh" Lucy quickly replied, "My father tends to use his full name when talking to his colleagues or business partners." she continued. "After watching him do it…I started doing it when I was a little, maybe five or six… after a while it just stuck as a habit, I guess." a slight trickle of embarrassment in her voice as she finished
"My father encourages me to continue saying it like that though, he says it's respectful to the family name and ancestors… My friends - both mortal and beyond - agree with the sentiment so that's why I say it like that. Have been for a while."
Lincoln shook his head slowly in understanding. "I guess that's kinda neat… wait did you say mortal and beyond?"
Lucy nodded in turn "I have fellow Goth friends from school, alongside which I have a few friends from the Night, the Spirit world and from other realms and realities." she said nonchalantly.
"I come up here to write my thoughts in my journal, though sometimes I come later on the night to, hopefully, converse with some of my unique friends."
"Oh Boy" Lincoln thought to himself, but he had to admit… her being so open about this kind of stuff was pretty admirable. Suppose when you have had a hobby, one you've very much enjoyed, for so long you forget about other people's thoughts on it. It was something he could relate to.
"Well." Lincoln replied, albeit not with entire confidence. "That's pretty cool… but how long were you standing there exactly?"
"A few minutes. I didn't hear much of what you were saying though, since you were speaking pretty quietly… impressive really." Lucy replied
"It's pretty cool I'd say" Lincoln replied. "Although… maybe layoff on giving people heart-attacks?" he added, not particularly seriously.
"Old habits are hard to kill." Lucy retorted, implying that this wasn't the first time she had pulled her instant-transmission act.
"Heh, right so… come here often?" Lincoln lamely asked her, apparently consenting to a conversation. "Yeah, I live down the street" she said emotionless but Lincoln could feel her eyes rolling back
The two, newly acquired acquaintances, both shared modest smirks with one another.
Lincoln and Lucy went on for several minutes - perhaps around 20 or so minutes conversing with each other, sharing with each other various pieces of information about themselves, things such as Lincoln being thirteen and Lucy revealing she was twelve. A fact Lincoln kept fresh in his mind given the thought he almost had about her earlier. Admittedly Lucy was slightly taller than the average twelve-year old. From there they continued on about their families, Lincoln telling Lucy about his Parents, and his move and most of the reasons behind it, to a surprisingly intently listening Lucy. Of course Lincoln couldn't tell.
Lucy told him about her obvious interest in Gothic culture and other-worldly norms as well as her love for writing - especially poems. Then about her own parents, her mother being a bookkeeper and her father- very interestingly- being an archeologist, Prior to which he used to work at some university in Massachusetts. Currently he was on an expedition to Iceland or some such and it was just her and her mother for the summer, this was a fairly common thing however, her father being away on far along archeological expeditions, it didn't really bother her much anymore, in fact she truly admired her father for his work. Sometimes he even brought along some trinkets to 'decorate' in the house.
After their conversation reached it's the end, and with the sun finally at its last moments for the day, the two...now newly acquired friends… bid each other farewell.
"Have to admit, it was pretty nice meeting you, Luce" Lincoln spoke to her, as he stood ready to part off, apparently having given her a nickname. He was actually feeling pretty good right now, after talking with her, even a little energetic.
"Likewise" Lucy replied, her monotone voice showing some signs of expression… seemingly a pleasant expression.
Lincoln was about to turn away to head back inside his house Lucy replied, "See you soon say tomorrow" she hoped "Sure And uh… Stay safe with… your… ghost...friends... when you talk to them" he said so unsurely.
"Mhm. Duh." was Lucy's reply, saying in her usual monotone but a bit of playfulness. Both waved each other a final goodbye, as Lincoln grabbed his laptop and went inside.
Meanwhile Lucy simply walked back home, her mind now filled with further thoughts than it usually was. She had been fairly excited to meet the new boy moving into the neighborhood and did a pretty fantastic job at not showing it… but she certainly wasn't expecting such a ...unique… character development about him. She took out her thick, black journal and her pen, and started writing away at whatever she was thinking of, her thoughts and words, her own treasures for her eyes and mind.
Meanwhile, Lincoln slowly descended to the living room couch where his grandfather was watching Friends while silently thinking. After talking with Lucy, he had been rather, albeit not entirely, relieved of some of his stress that was the mountain of thoughts in his mind- all in regards to his new situation around him- and for a bit that relief proved a bliss…
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and took a heavy sigh, and heard a knock on the door "Oh must be the pizza deliverer" his mother said and opened it to see the pizza man and paid for it. She then sat between Lincoln and her father Albert on the couch and placed three pizza boxes on the small coffee table and watched TV and each took and slice;they laughed at Joey getting beaten by Rachel.
After that everyone freshened up one last time, went on their way to sleep - it being a little past 10 PM, Everyone went into their room, Rita took the room on the first floor while Albert and Lincoln took rooms across from each other. Hopping in bed Lincoln yawned and dozed off into his own sleep. Admittedly it took a little while before said sleep finally caught him.
He dived into his dreams again, his dreams filled with Superheroes, aliens, various video game references and maybe some cliché and corny punchlines here and there.
All the things you'd expect in a kid's dream.
He knew he couldn't dream forever - not like this
He knew he had to grow up. But now, with all the recent change, he can put that aside for now at least till then….,
