July 15th, 2030 - Hollywood, California
"Hey, good morning, it's me- Ahem, good morning, it's me- It- It's me!" The young woman of long blonde hair running down to her shoulders, and the woman had also a row of bangs that added to her being more of irresistible eye candy to the collective of men who slobbered at her gorgeous image. Couldn't really blame them, Loanne Wardell was a looker of pale-white skin, captivating blue eyes, a awxy physique, and an adorable voice that had the additional perk of an adorable giggle, that in itself was in its own category.
Here was the young adult of twenty three years of age, an actress famously known for a couple of sitcom shows, these shows being Family Matters, The Life And Times Of Olivia Winston, Wonderful Memory Lane, and Losertown. For her, it had started out in the smaller roles, making cameos at around her teen years, which led to the agents inquiring on her involvement for the bigger roles. She thought of it as nothing but a great case of lucking out- but it didn't end there.
Who would have thought that Loanne Wardell would make a big name for herself in the timeless drama What She'd Been Missing? Certainly not her, nor her close circle of friends and family. She could have been too grateful for it, her role, the riches and fame that fell in front of her like a path being set by the god of fortune. She made no mistake and enjoyed it- But yet, she had been feeling like she was sorely missing something. This, she knew not what, nor how to, let alone, put it in words.
Her baby blue dress had not sustained any imperfection visible to the naked eye for all the time Loanne Wardell had been sitting on the stool, looking in the mirror of her own dressing room on the set of Dementiation, the latest in her career. This one was a horror movie blended of a psychological film with gothic vibes to it, and could not be done by any simple cookie-cutter visionary. Lines were read with her fellow cast members, mainly with Jennifer Welch, the second main actress to share the spotlight with Loanne.
"Good morning- Good- Ahem, good morning, I'm Loanne, and-" Her pet peeve was enunciating vocally on a clear note, as well as maintaining the perfect tone when conversing around the interviews and guest appearances, however little they were. Truth be told, Loanne was a woman with a minor case of stage fright, and a greater case of claustrophobia; crowds weren't as good as she'd want them to be, but hey, there wasn't much of that around the set. "I'm- I'm Loanne!"
"You sure are, blondie!" came the lovely voice of her co-star, the open-minded, vocal Jennifer Welch. Jennifer Welch, one of your old classmates with a fixation for the punk rock, grown to be twenty-two and a slight deviation from her past hobbies and interests. Her mouth was as big as her heart, facial features small to an adorable level, including beady green eyes. Her hair had been the short, Pixie style she always adored- usually it was black, but the role had called for her to dye, and it couldn't be a wig, which was of her decision to take for going about it with pure authenticity.
Jennifer had finished up her make-up, prepped up in the clothes of her character; a green track jacket and cargo shorts, considering her character was a tomboy.
"Hey, don't you know to knock?" Loanne blasted, eyeing the approaching Jennifer through the mirror.
"Hey, don't you know to wrap it up?" Jennifer set her soft hands on Loanne'a shoulders, shaking her about. "Come on, Loanne-star, you're like three minutes late."
"And you're not?" Loanne rolled her eyes.
"I'm blaming you- and it's true, you're holding me back-" The brunette leaned down as Loanne twisted her head backwards so that she could get another one of those soft, warm kisses from the latter. Their eyes closed, beings ascending to a dreamland, even if it was a brief moment gliding through the garden of the angels. "Mmmm," Jennifer lightly moaned.
It wasn't a long-timer that they shared, but lo and behold, Loanne and Jennifer were a thing, had been long enough to know how it felt and what it was. Jennifer had opened up to her sexuality with no fear, and Loanne took baby steps to swallow the fear and confide in the woman of her own claiming romantic feelings. She was glad to have, even if might have been a painfully slow process at that. Lovers around the clock, but lovers keeping it under the surface on the set. Away from all of this, one could get that they'd hang out, but not go on dates just yet. Certainly not with the amount of papazarri popping up here and there.
Jennifer pulled away and lifted Loanne out of her stool. "I mean it! Go, go!"
"Agh, you're gonna tip me over!" Loanne joked.
"I'd rather be tipping you down on my bed and stripping you down to a T," Jennifer teased, putting a finger on her bottom lip in a seductive manner.
"J-Jenny!" Loanne gently slapped her unrestrained lover, blushing and laughing all the same. "Not out loud!"
"Hey, what can I say? I'm just in love with all of you..." She grabbed Loanne by her hands, pulling her forward and hugging her. "Tonight, my place, just you, me, and some Marvin Gaye playing while I have my way with you."
"Oh, you, never afraid to speak your mind." Loanne rubbed her hands on her partner's back with sheer grace, half-closing her eyes. "That's just as dangerous as it is brave, sweetums."
"You say that, and yet I'm here, safe and sound!" Jennifer broke the hug, returning to leading Loanne out of her dressing room for the next few hours of filming scenes of the horror movie.
Act III: Further Into Darkness, Chapter III: What She Was Missing
Four Hours Later
The break had come, and Loanne found her time to walk out of the green screen set. A bunch of cameramen and advisors were here and there, talking over each other in relation to the scenes. It was quite the hard work, such that Loanne could not ever imagine or understand, even in Layman's Terms, but she was damn grateful for working with the crew. Lunchtime called upon for her to have a yummy pair of tuna sandwiches, a side salad, and a lemon-lime, preferably her favorite soda brand. The lunchbox, a mere plastic container in a brown bag, sat in a red locker at the far end, awaiting master's hungry stomach.
She went at it alone, taking seat at one of the dark brown benches there had been. Thanks, Warner Bros, she thought to herself, opening up the container and taking a bite out of one of her tuna sandwiches. Not even before swallowing up the first bite did she get a visitor, one member of the camera crew.
"H-hello," greeted the man, a golden-brown short-haired man, hair combed to one side while looking just one trim away from a military buzz cut, with an interestingly firm butt chin that seemed almost cartoonish, if not inhuman at most, packed in a blank white tee and average blue jeans. "Hi- Um, sorry to disturb your lunch, but um- I'm- I'm actually a big fan of your work-"
"Oh, well..." Loanne wasn't expecting an interruption like this. "Hehe, I'm flattered, really! I gotta admit, you're a brave one of the guys over there. Hey, do you have a pen or something? Maybe I can sign something for you."
"Ahhhh, oh, I'd love that," the man clapped with fanboyish content. "Oh, I'm sorry, my manners seemed to have eluded me! I'm Chester Flanagan, and I know you-" He held out his hand firmly, revealing an additional smile that took up the entirety of the bottom half of his face. That smile, it was not a rather pleasant one, but a creepy one- it was like a cross from a monster's sinister, grim one that had the aura of malicious intent stinking around it, and that of a game show host's prize-winning smirk, where it was just perfect, all pearly whites gleaming in view of the cameras that focused on it. Loanne could not decide whether she was fascinated or disturbed by the smile, so she merely formed one back- and her smile was wiggly at most, awkwardly formed while trying deliberately to not be phased by it.
Loanne ended up shaking his hand, touch brushing upon a cold hand with a strong grip, maybe too strong for her as she felt her fragile hand nearly break when during their handshake. "Oh, my, that's... Quite a strong grip."
"Hey, yeah!" Chester, the thirty-something-year-old man, took it as a compliment from the actress. "I carry around a lot of setup, you know, walking around and so much! Ugh, it's a hassle."
Loanne only smiled at him and nodded, then focused back on her sandwich for a second bite.
"Um..." Chester felt he had been cast aside, and then made sure that she recognized his presence again by switching to a random topic. "Oooh, what is that, tuna?"
"Um," Loanne raised a finger and waved it forward to him, "Didn't you want my autograph?"
"Oh, right, I'm-!" Chester then laughed- and by Loanne's own opinion, it was a laugh that truly sjook her nerves. It was a sort of maniacal chuckle of a high-pitch variety, as if he had just finished some sort of sick game- or watching episodes of Two And A Half Men somewhere past the eighth season. Let's face it, they did Charlie Sheen completely injustice. Either way, one could agree it was a deadly cackle that could unsettle the average mass, and for Loanne, it rattled her jumbos instantly. "I'm g-gonna go, I'll be right back, okay?"
"Do t-take your time," Loanne squeaked nervously. Man, what a nutcase.
Chester bounced back on his feet and raced away from Loanne, finally letting her have some good bites in between the time she had before he came back scampering. He wasn't a weirdo, but rather a real creep at most, with features and characteristics on the border of someone who was a mental patient in some mental ward around. It was terrifying to say the least, but she remembered that Chester was part of film crew; maybe he was just that, maybe he was a total fanatic who could not hold it together at the sight of her. Him, just like hundreds of thousands of crazed fans who wrote fanmail, made vary suggestive, explicit comments here and there, and for one, had likely masturbated to her. It wasn't as disgusting when she would think of it, but all the same, she'd never wish to meet up with those types of people.
Speaking of him, the older man had come back not only with a marker, but two cans of sprite in his hands. "I- I figured you'd like this- Couldn't see a drink on you."
Oh great, he's being a little too creepy... Loanne smiled and took one of the cans, setting it down on her lap as she finished her first sandwich. "Haha, thanks, I-" She did look down on the soda and had noticed very briefly that it was only slightly opened. "Oh-"
Chester opened his and sat next to her. "Hey, what's-?" He saw hers seemed to be a bad can, and offered his to her. "Hey, I didn't sip mine so let's switch."
"Oh, that's alright, I-"
"No, no. i insist!"
The way Loanne perceived it was that he wanted that can, the can that she touched, merely so that he can keep it and sell it on EBay or something. This move was not creepy, but rather a cruel one, and she felt taken advantage of in an uncomfortable manner. "Oh... Okay, fine, here-"
They made the switch- and Chester put his changed can down near his feet. "Oh, right-" He had the black marker dangling by the collar of his shirt, pulled it out and gave it to Loanne. "Maybe... Maybe the can, here-"
Bastard, this was your ploy! Loanne felt truly bamboozled, but was a woman to not make a fuss over something so small. It didn't call for her to throw a hissy fit over him using her to make a little extra cash. Maybe he needed it, or perhaps she was assuming too far, giving him too much credit for being some con guy over a real fanatic. Either way, she didn't like both possibilities. "Assuming it won't be wiped so easily, sure!"
Loanne signed the goods and returned the market, to which she began to sip from the soda that would have been his. Stranger still, Chester showed off his devious-looking grin once she did so, and she hadn't noticed until she turned back to him and nearly jumped from the look. Maybe it was him being content with his prize, the can with her signature on it. But it wasn't it.
"Um, what's with the smile?" Loanne tried to pretend she wasn't alarmed or spooked.
"Oh, nothing, I just hope you enjoy that soda..." Things took a dastardly turn for the worst in those next few critical seconds; Loanne felt dizzy, and her eyes rendered the picture perfect sight of everything in front of her to a distorted, blurry level.
"I just hope you enjoy that soda..."
Loanne dropped her beverage upon realization it had been spiked by Chester, letting it fall and spill on the concrete floor. As for her, she got up and opened her mouth to scream, but the noise that emitted was nothing short of a girly yelp, and then, down went the actress, falling hard and flat on her stomach.
"Enjoy that soda..."
Later - Elsewhere
Loanne was in for the shock of her life when she woke up- and woke up tied tightly to a chair, bound and gagged by a rag, and in some place she could not identify at first glance. She observed her surroundings, nothing that she was in some room engulfed in darkness save for a source of light right behind her. It was a round window that so implied it truly was a room- or so it seemed. She focused on the darkness the light had no touch on, wondering what was within it that she could not see.
Loanne started tapping her feet rapidly. This projected a wooden sound, the sound of planks, echoing off the room. She screamed through the rag tied around her mouth, to no avail. Who could ever hear that muffle in a place like this? Surely she should have known, and she didn't know it, for she kept screaming louder and louder, muffles becoming aggressive by the second. Nothing. No living soul had arrived, nor would they, but the only soul to do so would be-
OH, MY GOD, OH, MY GOD, I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED BY THAT CREEP! Loanne whimpered, beginning to try a new tactic by leaning over on one side and then to the other. She rotated on repeat back and forth, swaying to try and break free. What she really managed to do was fall on the right side and hit her head on the wood planks, which caused another headache for her. Everything had become hopeless just as it had played out in her mind. Her heart rate elevated out of fear, her mind tried to find an out of this shitstorm.
She closed her eyes, heart still beating wildly up to the point she was hyperventilating. It was horrifying, it was insane. She was one of those people she'd see and hear about on the news. Loanne Wardell, kidnapped, and for what? What was it that Chester sought out to do with at? Was he in it for rape? His own actual sick pleasure of getting all handsy on Loanne? Maybe she was a good mine, and he could sell- No, that would be too suspicious, save for that stupid can. Loanne put it into her head by herself and gave herself all the paranoid reason to tremble at the sight of her deranged kidnapper.
Right in that moment, the fiend himself had made his evil presence known. He came up the ladder after a bright light shone off from the floor, and it was here that Loanne finally solved that she was in the attic of some house, probably his. Chester, sporting a lavender shirt and khakis this time, came into the attic, tugging the dangling switch on, which brightened their changing worlds. "Hello, my lovely," Chester greeted diabolically, "How was your nap?"
"MMMMM! MMM-MM!" She pleaded with him not to get near her, but her words weren't, and what could she really do in this scenario?
He made slow footsteps, keeping his special grin in place. It looked much like a game, and it was a one-sider that benefited him only, and the poor blonde, the game's loser, was to be ravaged by him either physically or much, much worse. At this point, Loanne had stopped her muffled yells, crying away with her eyes graduating to a dreaded red. Whatever he planned, whatever the sadistic goal was here, she hoped it was faster than the speed of sound, she had to get it over with. "Mmmm..."
Right at his feet, she lain a helpless doll, prepared for the worst. His freaky smile flipped upside down without warning, and she found him to be lifting her up by the chair, followed by a hidden rage that burst out of him as if there was a volcano laying dormant. "YOU LITTLE FUCKING WHORE, I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT IT MEANS TO LIKE BOTH SEXES!"
Loanne twitched- just one second right before Chester performed a nasty punch right on her stomach, then her perfect face. She took the abuse head on, force strong enough to have her fall right back down, this time on her back. For her, things became hazy yet again, but on a sharper, more painful level. She coughed up the blood to paint the wooden floor, sniffing away for the unbelievable atrocity her own mind could not actually deter as live. And yet it happened, the actual beating of one Loanne Wardell took place here, was taking place here by a piece of human garbage cameraman Chester Flanagan. No answer as to why, but did it matter? The psycho was getting what she thought he wanted, it was all that mattered.
At least, until she let his words be processed in the gears of her mind. "Mmm...?"
Chester yanked off the rag once bending over, facing right down to Loanne so close to her own face that he could practically kiss her. "You, you're just like them!" Chester growled. "An attention-seeker who pretends to be attracted- Attracted to men and women! Well, I don't believe in that-"
"What-?!" Loanne managed to croak out. "Y-you-" She was dramatically appalled to know the very reason she was being put in harm's way was due to her sexuality. "What?!"
Chester laid his hand on her mouth and choked her, but let go before she could turn blue. "Oh yeah, fuck you, bitch! You can't have everything when we get absolutely nothing! Oh, I'll show you... I'll fucking show you the price to pay for being a slut-"
Loanne dropped blood again. "What- What are you-?" She coughed. "I didn't-" Which begged the question; how did he know of her sexuality? As fast as it came, it hit her like a freight train. "J-Jen! What did you do to my Jenny?!"
"You look and focus on me!" Chester raised a leg, connecting it to her pelvis. "I AM THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH!"
Loanne reeled in twisted agony, sorely wishing she could curly up and make herself comfortable while she writhed about. "Fuck- Fuck you!"
"NO, FUCK YOU, YOU NEEDY BITCH!" Chester pressed a foot against her face and attempted to crush it, but then rotated it back and forth. It broke her nose and caused more blood to jot out. "I'm going to make your inevitable death last!"
"ARGHHHHH! WHY, WHY, WHY?!" Loanne hurled out of her system. "WHY ARE YOU-?!"
"WHY AM I?!" Chester released his foot. "BECAUSE YOU BISEXUALS ARE CHEATERS! TIME AND TIME AGAIN-" He kicked her again. "CUTE GUY THIS, HOT GIRL THAT! YOU MAGGOTS CAN'T COMMIT! ARE YOU EVEN HUMAN?!"
"Y-yes- I am, I am-"
"I DOUBT IT!" Chester never stopped beating the young woman. He punched, he kicked, he made sure his own voice and actions were heard, loud and clear. He beat her senseless, keeping her on the floor while she bled more. Her left eye had gone black, barely able to open up. Scars formed around her face, inflicted upon by his merciless kicks. Next was the tugging of her hair, bringing out the unholy, shattered screams of her voice. It was to his enjoyment, the marinating of the meat.
More than anything, the blond man found it in his heart, the lonely, broken heart, to pan the blame on the girl of his dreams, Julie Heisner, a long-time love interest, when she turned him away not for some other man, but a woman. Now, before that, he knew- he felt- in his own heart and mind that she was interested in him. What had changed? Did he mess up? Was he slow to act? Or was it the hobbies? The hobbies in which were not the conventional ones, but were more built to be the counteracting solutions to anger issues.
Right, it was what he had, who he was, and the beast that could very well break his mind and take over. Chester Flanagan, victim of sexual abuse and abandonment primarily, both issues adding to make him a madman, one such human being disturbed, deranged, and fueled on endless rage. This was him here, the man who told himself that every other woman like Julie was a plague of a person, such who needed to be wiped out. If you had to ask him yourself, he would not lie and confess that he did Julie in, and in between her and Loanne, there had been fourteen bisexual women all beaten, tortured and dismembered the same way he had grown accustomed to. Next to die was Loanne.
Loanne, just a few more tough hits away from it now. Chester wasn't letting up, until the second figure, an angel of Loanne's dreams, had come in sneaking around the attic as slowly as possible. The being was Jennifer, bruised and bloody just as Loanne was, but with mobility. In her hands was a kitchen knife being gripped tightly, rising upwards. She wasn't as tall as Chester, but her hands would be all the difference. Jennifer had no other thought than to end the life of the psychotic man- and that's what she did when she brought it down with all her strength, driving it right to his head.
Loanne gasped and winced as the body had fallen next to her. "Oh- Oh, God- Jen!"
"H-hey..." Her breathing was all but heavy, made possible for the large knife that had penetrated her heart from behind- that she didn't take out at all. She could no longer keep her life, having given it her all just to save the love of her life. "I'm... Sorry."
And the poor brunette succumbed to her fatal wound, dying in the attic with Loanne still present.
July 28th, 2030
Loanne rested comfortably in terms of physical, but not within her own mind. She had become more shifty around the thought of knowing there could very well be some sick fuck out there with the mind to replay the hell she endured. And of course, she lost her partner, Jennifer, the one who probably let him know about them to begin with, not that Loanne could blame her for it. Life became more terrifying, driving her to develop a sense of calamitous paranoia. She had a shrink to pop in and out, talk and counsel her way out, and the crew who visited them- She was not so hot on it, and they understood why. Movie not cancelled but production had halted for an unknown time until she came back safe and sound, but even then, Loanne had been expressing herself to pull her own plug from it.
She learned nothing from the case, didn't wish to. It was on the news, an inevitable thing. At least the details were covered up, serving as only a case of obsessed man kidnapping two actresses for his own pleasure, nothing more than that, and no one had reason to look into it. Didn't matter, Loanne lived and sweet, pretty Jen didn't. It hurt beyond her comprehension. There was also that fear of looking into a mirror; she'd known she would feel a difference the next time she would, which was why she held off on it.
The door of her own room had been left open per her request, but a guard assigned exclusively to her was around to ensure her safety. It was fine, for the most part. Loanne just looked out the window, wondering. Wondering...
A teenager with long brown hair had just happened to arrive at the hospital and passed her room- and then reversed to notice the almighty Loanne Wardell alive and in the flesh. "Ooooooh, my God!"
Loanne took notice and spotted whom she thought was a fan, a real one this time. "Oh, hi," she greeted, waving from inside.
Lyra cupped her mouth, gasping through. "Oh, she just-! Eeeeek!" This was her on fangirl mode.
The guard attached to Loanne closed in to move her, but Loanne called out to him. "No, it's fine, she can come in... I'm lacking visitors anyway."
Lyra ran up to the actress with a goofy, wide smile, eager to meet one of her many idols. "Hi, I'm Lyra! Lyra Laude, I'm uh, a huge fan- Heh, um, I bet you get enough of people like me- Ha, s-sorry, it's my first time- You're my first one, I should be going slow-"
Loanne snickered. "What is the context, Lyra?" she joked about.
Lyra turned ridiculously red in the face and tugged on her purple leather jacket. "Uh, m-meeting an actor or actress, I'm sorry."
"Don't be a prude!" Loanne assured it was fine for Lyra. "If anything, I'm sorry. My good hand isn't feeling so hot, or I'd be giving you an autograph."
"Aw- I mean, no, that's fine. It's fine." Lyra nodded about, letting her smile fade. "I... I have to thank you for some of your shows. They were funny and they got me through a rough childhood, s-so thank you. I mean it, thank you so much."
Loanne studied her facial expression, rapidly noting Lyra's sincerity all the same. "Oh? D-did it really?"
Lyra nodded again. "You have no idea."
Loanne brought herself to smile. "Well, that makes me feel good inside, Lyra. Thank you for being a fan, you're an awesome gal. Say, maybe you could take a picture with me, that'd be just as great as an autograph."
"Oooh, it would... If I had a phone..." Lyra slyly confessed.
"What?" Loanne was surprised. "What girl wouldn't have a phone? I'm sorry, how old are you?"
"I'm sixteen, and... I mean I didn't bring it with me," Lyra explained.
"Oh, I see, you came here in a rush, right?" Loanne looked outside again. "I'll be here, go, go meet whoever you-" Turning around, she saw that Lyra had already gone away, and she hadn't heard any footsteps at all. "Yeah, fly away, little bird. Fly home."
What she was missing; the very thing it might have been, now no longer one such thing anymore, for a dark event had taken place in her life and stripped much of her, leaving her with half of who she had been, maybe even less. Loanne Wardell, broken and infected with the diseases that would spread, plaguing her mind to fear the monsters lying in wait on the corners, cracks and crevices. The shadows, the places where no sunlight passed through. The place of endless nothingness, the black despair, the lifeless woods. The home. The home of one such entity without one would become that vessel that was all but upbeat and positive.
Loanne Wardell had become the host to the Shadow Demon created long ago, previously attached to Lisa Loud and James Shepherd, influencing rage from deep within. And if it could do such a thing that easily, Loanne Wardell could not be, nor would ever, an exception to it.
The Shadow Demon and Loanne would soon become good friends, and from there, the birth of terror would shake upon the earth. The terror.
AN: 4chan threads have some good justice going on and will make sure you credit the right people for their OCs. Can't say I don't do that, steal an OC.
Chester belongs to Trillhouse. Not sure what the last name is, but I did my own thing. Now, I don't know about you, but my Chester iteration is drawn (not to fullest extent) in influence the MCU version of Bullseye. I saw it and I wanted to do that right away, which didn't happen. Plan stayed the same; evil Chester targeting bisexuals which is drawn from that "they're likely to cheat more" idea I've come across a great many times. That's probably gonna set off some folk, I get that, I just wanted to depict a conflict about this in particular.
Loan in the Loudverse, Loanne in the Loudiverse, you name it, I change it to offer new because old lines are dumb on repeat. Reruns? Nah, new episodes. Loanne and Shadow Demon Excetum, bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Boom, babies, Loanne will be the first ever host to have a full dynamic with him/it, bleurgh. The concept of this came to when when someone else offered a Loan/Symbiote (Venom) fusion. Not to steal, but credit to him for rolling the ball that rolled mines.
In other words, I say this because I'm reshaping their concept and adapting and say I'm not is denying otherwise. Yes I am, and he's not good people, D has no regrets.
So this might be the only Chester appearance, can't say for certain at this time.
Originally, Linka was considered a part of this chapter, serving as Loanne's savior here, as hinted on one of the Test Footage chapters I've made way back when. This would have been speedy on her arc. Don't worry, Loanne's future will see her on the front lines, first glimpse here meeting Lyra, and will soon come to meet Lemy, Leia, Lupa... Etc.
Next up, the continuation of the Lyle/Lindsey story, followed by the Clone War.
Lyra reached the room of Lynnette Loud, the young teenager with no such background or identification. As expected, cops had taken over the room, having been assigned to this person of interest caught at a crime scene. The scene where a battle had happened. Lynnette had gone ahead and disgraced herself. Idiot...
Lyra stopped just short of the right room, took a deep breath, and let her zoomer powers do much of the talking; she raced in, ramming right through the door. The two officers on either side of the door blew back on their sides. Lyra had shoved a third from inside right into the wall, and took upon a fourth.
The blonde Lynnette ceased her sleeping act and moved out of her bed, taking her claws out and slashing the cop that stood right over her. He screamed, leading her to throw him up into the ceiling with the green reptilian tail she brought to the party. "You're way late, sis."
"I didn't think you'd make a move on him this fast!" Lyra slapped on her, storming to the window.
"Make a move on him? What are you, fucking incestuous?" Lynnette looked down at the hospital gown they put on her. "Work on your context or wording while I find my fucking clothes."
"No!" Lyra grabbed Lynnette with one arm and sent her flying out the window. "We have to go!"
"A LITTLE MORE WARNING-!" Lynnette landed on top of a land rover over the parking lot, flat on her back. Lyra raced down sideways and came lifting Lynnette up on her back. "HEY!"
"If I'm gonna carry you, I will!"
Lynnette pushed herself off. "No, do not baby me! I am no one's baby!"
"Hey, you found Lincoln, right? You know, daddy?"
"Yeah...?"
"Is- Is he how they described him?" Lyra gulped while asking.
"Find out for yourself," Lynnette answered. "Trail is hot."
And she led the way, putting them on the journey to find the one and only Lincoln Loud.
Time travelers have essentially critical roles in the lore, and there are plenty of them, and for Act V, one such alteration shapes the future of Dawn. May not want to miss Timeline X this time. Time. Ehehehe. I should probably post teases on Tumblr again.