After everything calmed down, Lincoln slept on the couch since his old bedroom was now Lina's, though he did take a moment to look inside it. With Lincoln's insistence, Ronnie Anne went to stay in Luan and Luna's former room. His family was more than happy to let him stay, but he refused unless she stayed too because he trusted her now more than he trusted them. While hurt, Rita and Lynn Sr agreed. Fortunately, Ronnie Anne had packed a bag with enough clothes for a few days since she wanted to help Lincoln readjust to being home.
"Dang it, where are my sweat shorts and my tank top? I know I packed them." She said, looking through her bag when it was time to go to sleep.
Ronnie Anne searched her bag repeatedly until she found something wrapped in a bag and a note from Carlota.
Dear Prima
After I helped you with your dress, I decided to add something extra, so I switched out your dull sleepwear for something more fun; you'll thank me later, prima.
Love Carlota
Reluctantly Ronnie Anne opened the bag and pulled out the new sleepwear her cousin had given her.
"Is she kidding me!? What is this?" said Ronnie Anne as she looked at the garment before finding another note.
Dear Prima
This is called a Sachi babydoll; Alisa sent me one and one for you in your favorite color. I hope you like it; I'm sure Lincoln will.
"Dang it, Carlota, this will barely cover my ass, and it's nearly see-through; what is she thinking? Wait, there's more," she said. "P.S. There's matching underwear, too; don't want Lincoln to see too much."
Ronnie Anne searched until she found it adding to her frustration.
"Really Carlota, a thong?"
But that wasn't all. Right next to the thong was a small box that clearly had some condoms in it. No note; clearly, Carlota thought none was needed.
Ronnie Anne put away the condoms, not wanting to acknowledge them, but she was forced to wear the babydoll and thong since the only alternative was sleeping naked. Checking herself in a mirror, Ronnie Anne was annoyed that she was right.
"This skirt stops halfway on my butt; she could've at least gotten one in my size."
The skirt's length wasn't Ronnie Anne's only complaint. The thong felt weird since it rode up too much.
"And this is why I only wear compression shorts."
Ronnie Anne sighed but soon realized that she was thirsty, and in the literal sense, not the metaphorical one.
"Dang it, I can't let someone see me like this."
Ronnie Anne weighed her options; Bobby and Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, and Lynn went home; everyone else was asleep, and so was Lincoln on the couch.
"Okay, Ronnie Anne, just get something to drink and get back into the room before anyone sees."
Ronnie Anne rushed out of the room, moving as fast and quietly as possible. Moving down the stairs, she was embarrassed by how her breasts and butt jiggled in her new sleepwear. It made her feel like she was supposed to be in a porno right now, not helped by the fact that Carlota was back home expecting her to reenact one. Quickly after getting some water, Ronnie Anne decided to check on Lincoln. Moving to the couch, she saw he was out cold asleep, his pillow and cover on the floor. Sighing, Ronnie Anne went to fix this mess.
"What would you do without me?" she said softly.
Bending over to pick up the cover, Ronnie Anne let out a small "eep." Looking over her shoulder, to her embarrassment Lincoln had grabbed her asscheek in his sleep and was not squeezing it, more like gently rubbing it.
'He's fondling me, and it feels kinda…no, what am I thinking? What will he think if he wakes up with a handful of my ass? Who knows what will happen?!' thought Ronnie Anne.
Reaching behind herself, Ronnie Anne peeled Lincoln's hand off her, placing it on his chest. Relieved Ronnie Anne was about to go back to fixing Lincoln up when he let out a sleeping grunt, then grabbed Ronnie Anne pulling her on top of him.
"Lincoln, what are you doing!?" Ronnie Anne quietly screamed while blushing.
Lincoln only grunted in his sleep as he hugged Ronnie Anne, her breasts squishing against his chest. Things only worsened when Lincoln's hands went down Ronnie Anne's back, landing on both her butt cheeks, and began fondling her, forcing her to hold in a shriek. Ronnie Anne couldn't believe what was happening; she was lying on top of her sleeping friend, their bodies pressed together while he was massaging her ass. To make matters worse, she was starting to enjoy it due to how firm but gentle he was being to her rear, and she scolded herself for doing so.
"C'mon Santiago, this is wrong, no matter how good he is." She said, then she noticed that her hips started to rub against his own at some point until she forced herself to stop.
Lincoln started grunting in his sleep, making Ronnie Anne wonder what he was dreaming.
"Lincoln?" called Rita from the room behind the couch.
Ronnie Anne turned as white as Lincoln's hair as she heard his parents' bedroom door open. Despite being pinned down, Ronnie Anne managed to grab the cover draping it over her and Lincoln. Ronnie Anne gave Lincoln an open mouth kiss to muffle Lincoln's grunts. Rita came out of her room and peeked over the couch; believing everything was fine, she returned to her room. After Rita was gone, Ronnie Anne found herself in another situation; Lincoln was kissing back. His tongue was in her mouth, tasting hers, while he still was groping her. Ronnie Anne was lost in the moment, aroused, and the longer she stayed, the hotter the fire between her legs was getting. After being stuck like that for 30 minutes, Ronnie Anne finally broke free without waking Lincoln and returned to the room, but the damage was done; she was horny for the rest of the night.
The Next Morning
As everyone who lived in the house, minus Lincoln, sat at the table to have breakfast, Ronnie Anne, in her usual attire, sat at the table. Her eyes look like she did not get a good night's sleep, which she didn't because every time she fell asleep, she had an erotic dream about Lincoln, twice waking up with her hands between her legs.
"Where is Lincoln?" Lucy asked when the family got together and noticed the couch was empty.
"He's upstairs taking a shower." Lynn Sr. answered.
"It better be a cold one." Ronnie Anne muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Rita asked, not hearing it.
"Uhh… I thought he must enjoy being able to have one for the first time in years. From what he told me of where he went to, I don't think he really got to have things like showers often or at all."
"I bet he had a lot of fun in that other world. He got to go on a quest and fight monsters and be a hero. Wish I could do something like that." Lana remarked.
Ronnie Anne angrily slammed her hand on the table, making the others jump back in their seats before she glared at Lana. "You think he had fun there? Being a kid about your age right now, having to deal with monsters that wanted to eat him? Living in a place where no one made him feel welcome? Risking his life because someone thought he was expendable? And all the while believing that if he were home instead, his family would be helping his rapist more than helping him?"
"You know that's not the case, Ronnie Anne!" Rita objected.
"But he didn't! For six years, Lincoln believed he had no home to come back to! That you all had replaced him with Sam! He was twelve for crying aloud, and your reaction, as far as he saw, was to pretend it never happened and keep Sam from being arrested! Something we all know you wouldn't have done if it had been one of your daughters instead! From his point of view, you two cared more about how the rape affected Sam than it affected your own damn son! And frankly, I agree with him!"
"But there's more to it than that." Lynn Sr insisted.
"Then tell me, besides her guilt, what exactly has Sam suffered as punishment?" Ronnie Anne challenged.
"Fine, I admit there should've been more consequences for Sam's actions, heck before Lina was born, Sam still wanted to call the police on herself. We made mistakes, and I've hated myself ever since for not handling this better; we should have tried defending our granddaughter from people judging her instead of hiding who she really is, but we didn't want people treating the last living piece of Lincoln like a monster or freak, because that little girl is a blessing, regardless of how she came to be," replied Rita.
Ronnie Anne rolled her eyes. "So what you're saying is you would have thrown the book at Sam if she hadn't gotten pregnant. But because she did, that annuls any consequences."
"Of course not!" Rita denied.
"Look, my point is I get that there were "extenuating circumstances," but still try to see from your son's point of view, he may be willing to talk to you all, but there's still a lot of issues he needs to confront over Sam."
"Well, Sam and Lina are coming home tonight; her mom is dropping her off."
"Does she know Sam is her mother or Lincoln is her father?"
"yes, but she's an intelligent girl; she knows not to call Sam's mom or us grandma or grandpa outside the house," informed Rita.
"What else can you tell me about Lina?" asked Lincoln, appearing in the doorway, showing he was listening to the whole time. " I want to know more about her; what is she like?"
The family at the table, plus Ronnie Anne, went silent as if he had intruded on them, but Lucy offered him a seat. He took the one next to Ronnie Anne, making her fidget a little and think unsexy thoughts.
'Sheesh, after last night, just being close to him is bothering me. I don't know how long I can hold out if he keeps this up.' Ronnie Anne thought, keeping her hands above the table.
"Lina is…" Rita started, trying to think of the best place to start. "definitely your daughter, to say the least; she has many of your habits."
"Like?"
"She's a big fan of Ace Savvy; she actually continued your collection." Informed Lucy.
"She also likes to read in her underwear," added Lola.
Lincoln smiled, which made Ronnie Anne smile too.
"She likes that peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwich you like," said Lana.
"she loves spending time with us; she likes mini-golfing with Lori, wearing clothes that Leni makes her; Sam and Luna have been teaching music; she likes Luan's jokes and likes to jog with Lynn." Informed Lisa.
Hearing these things really made Lincoln smile. She sounded like a true lynchpin to the family, like he had tried to be.
"she can be a little mischievous," pointed out Lynn Sr.
"How so?"
"She and Lily once combined chemicals from my lab and a spell from Lucy's spell book and unleashed a plague on the town," said Lisa.
"A plague? Did people die?"
"of embarrassment, maybe," said Lana.
"The plague in question caused women's breasts and rears to grow larger," informed Lisa.
"I remember that. Didn't that only affect women from 17 and up?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"You should have seen Scoots trying to ride her scooter," laughed Lana.
"not to mention how funny the rest of our sisters looked," Laughed Lola.
"Girls, I've already told you that just because you weren't affected doesn't mean you get to laugh at the rest of us, right honey?"
Rita turned to Lynn Sr., who was lost in thought, remembering that event fondly, until being elbowed by Rita, who was blushing.
"Relax honey, at least you and the girls weren't in public or on tv when it happened, unlike Katherine Mulligan-Spokes, bursting out of both ends."
"Mulligan-Spokes?" asked Lincoln.
"Rodney Spokes and Katherine Mulligan married a few years back," informed Lisa.
"It took weeks to get things back to somewhat normal," said Lucy.
"Somewhat?"
"Some women didn't go back to normal; when you see Stella, you'll see she wasn't always that ample," said Lucy.
Lincoln blushed at the thought of that. However, this made Ronnie Anne angry and jealous.
'my tits are bigger and nicer than hers and are natural, not the result of an accident,' thought Ronnie Anne.
"So, son, any plans for the day?" asked Lynn Sr.
"I'm going to see Clyde; I know my being alive will become public soon, but I want to let him know privately; then I'm going to set up shop somewhere so I can start fixing and improving my gear to deal with Adonis and his crew."
"Wait, Lincoln, you're home. You shouldn't have to worry about dealing with those monsters anymore," said Lucy.
"I wish that were the case, but those jerks are up to something, and I need to find out why they needed this," explained Lincoln as he made the tablet appear and then disappear.
Lincoln's sisters were disappointed and worried for their brother, but he assured them he was okay and that he wasn't leaving Royal Woods.
Later that day
Later as Lincoln and Ronnie Anne was walking through town, as they walked Lincoln was now dressed similar to how he used back when he was 12, though he added a hat and face mask to keep people from recognizing him,
"Hey Linc, sorry I blew up at Lana. I know you're not mad at her or any of your younger sisters since they were excluded too. "
"It's okay,"
"But when she said how much fun you must have had…"
"she just didn't know how bad it got; maybe I sugarcoated it too much,"
"Still, it was disrespectful to hear you were gone for years in another world, and all she thought was it was 'fun.' That would be like if you were lost in the woods in Canada or something instead, and she just thought of it like a long camping trip." Ronnie Anne said.
Lincoln smiled and put his arm around her. "Thanks for caring enough to defend me."
Ronnie Anne blushed and was tempted to pull away, but for now, she allowed herself to lean into his embrace.
"While we have some time, what happened in your life while I was gone?" Lincoln asked.
"Nothing that could compare to the stories you have to share." Ronnie Anne remarked offhandedly.
"You expect me to believe that the most interesting girl I know had nothing happen to her in the last six years?" Lincoln asked.
Ronnie Anne looked at Lincoln in surprise at flattery. "What about Stella?"
Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "What about her?"
"Don't you want to know about her?"
"I'm in no hurry, and she's not a priority right now. Besides, all that time I was gone, I believed that if someone had come along with me, you'd fare much better than she ever would have. Clyde might, but there were no therapists in that world, so that might have broken him in the first year. I know that's bad to say, but I don't think it's entirely wrong."
"So, how did you not break?" Ronnie Anne asked.
Lincoln sighed. "Sometimes I'm not sure I didn't."
"Lincoln?"
"There were times I felt like I did break, nights I stayed up awake staring at the ceiling asking myself why I was going along with all that. But I kept pushing forward."
After hearing that Ronnie Anne truly admired Lincoln, seeing how strong he's become, so much more than the boy, he had once been.
"So, if I remember correctly, you said Clyde works in a youth center at the convention center?"
"Yeah, they turned the building into a youth center outside of convention season; his dads sent him there to work out his anger over Rusty's actions."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he took boxing lessons to focus his anger into something positive; by the time we were 15, he started working there as a counselor, plus he teaches baking classes."
"Classic Clyde…"
They kept walking until Lincoln stopped in front of a familiar store; Ronnie Anne was confused until she saw the store's name.
Duds For Dudes
This store was owned and operated by Rodney Spokes; through the window, Lincoln could see a lanky male teen with orange curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. Lincoln recognized him as his former friend and one of if not the root causes of the events that led to today. Ronnie Anne was afraid Lincoln would charge Rusty, but instead, he took a deep breath and kept walking with Ronnie Anne following.
"I thought you were going to charge him for a second."
"I was tempted, I won't lie and say that I'm still not, but I realized he's not worth it," explained Lincoln. "But trust me, he and I are going to have a conversation, and I can't promise that by the end of it, he won't be wishing I never came back."
They made it to the center where they looked for Clyde; finding him would be a little hard usually, but since they could smell baked goods, they figured he was teaching a class.
Lincoln sighed after enjoying the aroma. "I forgot how nice the food back home smells. I mostly had to survive off what I could cook myself back there, with a few exceptions."
"You should come by my place for dinner sometime." Ronnie Anne offered only to blush once she realized what she had just said. "I mean, there is plenty to go around, and Mom owes you now after what she did."
"I might just take you up on that." He said.
The two found a classroom set up like a Home Economics room, and judging from the smell; something was baking. Lincoln's eyes soon found his childhood best friend. He had gotten taller and put on some muscle though he was no bodybuilder. As Ronnie Anne said, he resembled a boxer now more than anything. His hair was still curly but shorter than when he was 11.
"Whoa, is that Clyde or Wesley Snipes?" Lincoln joked.
"What's more believable, McBride killing vampires or Snipes baking cakes?" Ronnie Anne joked back.
Clyde's class is one of the most popular classes at the center; he mostly does classes for kids but has a few adult classes, too; today was one. Not wanting to disturb his class, Lincoln and Ronnie Anne stayed in the back during his demonstration.
"Okay, class, while the puffs are baking, I'm going to show you how to make my chocolate, white chocolate swirl frosting for my special Clincoln Mcloud puffs."
Lincoln was deeply touched that his best friend had named a dessert after their combined name. After class was done, everyone got a puff as they left, with Clyde telling them they would try out the recipe themselves next class. Clyde started his clean-up with his class done as Ronnie Anne approached him.
"Nice class Mcbride,"
"oh, hey, Ronnie Anne, I didn't know that you were back in town,"
"I wanted to reintroduce you to someone."
"reintroduce me to who?" asked Clyde.
Lincoln stepped into view, confusing Clyde, who was trying to recognize him.
"Ronnie Anne, who is this guy?"
"You can take out the disguise now, Lincoln," said Ronnie Anne.
"Lincoln?"
Lincoln then removed his mask and hat as he smiled at Clyde. Clyde only stood there dumbfounded as he pulled his glasses to check the lens.
"Lincoln?" he asked, his voice choking up a little.
"Hey buddy, are we still Clincoln Mcloud?" Lincoln asked, tears welling as he stuck his hand to shake.
"Always, buddy," Clyde said, grabbing his hand as he pulled Lincoln into a hug.
Lincoln and Clyde stood there silently crying as they hugged, happy to see each other again. Eventually, things calmed down, and the three were sitting in a booth at the burp n' burger. Lincoln had just finished telling Clyde everything that had happened, and his reaction was just as Ronnie Anne predicted.
"Wow, I can't believe you went through all that; if it were me, my anxiety alone would have eaten me alive."
"told ya," joked Lincoln.
"Hey, Lincoln, I know you're still upset with your parents and your older sisters, and you're right to be upset with them, but maybe try and forgive them."
"Are you saying he should get over how they messed up?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"I'm saying that I get why Lincoln is angry at them but at least acknowledge that his family does love him; I should know they told me all the time during our sessions."
"Sessions?" asked Lincoln and Ronnie Anne.
"After Lina was born and your family started pulling themselves together, they still had a lot of grief to work out, and since they couldn't go to a professional, I volunteered to be their grief counselor,"
"you?"
"My years in therapy helped me understand the situation, and while I helped them, they told me stories about how much they love you, plus stories from before we even met.
"Wait, does that mean Lori told you about that time I was 1yrs old and I…?"
"That could've happened to any baby."
Lincoln blushed, which made Ronnie Anne very curious about said events.
"All I'm saying is I get why you're upset. I'd be too, and you don't have to forgive them right away, but at least take into consideration that what they did wasn't done with the intention to hurt you; it was out of love for you and Lina," said Clyde. "I have also been counseling Sam on her guilt and shame over what she did."
"Oh, she feels bad about being a rapist, big whoop," said Ronnie Anne.
"Ronnie Anne." Clyde objected.
"No, if a man committed rape but felt bad about it, he'd still be stuck with the stigma. Sam shouldn't get a pass just because she's a woman. As far as I'm concerned, she deserves just as much hate as any man who did what she did would get."
"Funny you said that because she said that too; she sees herself as any other rapist, but in truth, she's not, "
"Oh really?"
"I studied their characteristics; what people don't know is that a rapist's actions are not done for sexual gratification, but control, a feeling of power over their victims,"
"And?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"She has no characteristics, besides most of those men who feel bad only feel bad after some time in prison, and once they're released, some of them go right back to raping, showing they never were ashamed of their actions," informed Clyde. "My point is with Sam; forgiveness is not mandatory, but I recommend it, let your anger out, then let it go,"
Lincoln sighed. "I can't promise that I can do that without expecting at least some compensation from her. Even if I only get the opportunity to tell her off and open old wounds."
"Then do so, but do it so you can heal yourself, not so that you can hurt her. Maybe saying everything you have to say can help you process your emotions, open up thoughts you didn't know you had, and get her to realize how much pain she put you through. Then maybe you'll finally feel free of your own anger and be able to move on. But if all you want to do is make her feel like crap even more than she already does, you'd ultimately be no better than those jerks who tell other people to commit suicide." Clyde stated.
"Is she suicidal? Or was she?" Lincoln asked.
"No, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have periods of more self-loathing than usual."
Ronnie Anne was still reluctant, feeling that no matter if Sam was ashamed of her actions, she still did it. Clyde noticed this and understood what she was feeling.
"Ronnie Anne, we also need to forgive too,"
"Does that include Rusty?"
Clyde took a deep breath as he prepared to explain his logic.
"While Sam and Rusty both did something horrible, and what Sam did was worse, though Rusty's actions are what led to what Sam did, there is one major difference between the two," explained Clyde.
"That being?"
"Rusty was consciously aware of his actions; Sam wasn't," Clyde explained. "Lincoln, I know you know Sam was drunk, but did you know that she was blackout drunk?"
"Blackout drunk?" asked Ronnie Anne.
"When I did sessions with Sam, she told me a month before she confessed to your parents that she had no memory of what she did or how she got pregnant."
"I see."
"Well, she had no idea until one night her memories came back in a nightmare; she said how there are nights when she still sees the look on your face when she had forced herself on you."
Lincoln trembled a little as he still saw the drunken, lustful expression Sam had in his mind. Ronnie Anne noticed this, and so did Clyde as they both put a hand on his shoulders, calming him.
"Sorry, buddy, I didn't mean to."
"no, hearing all of this helps me put my thoughts together when I confront her."
"Okay, buddy."
"I meant to ask what happened to the rest of the friend group?"
"Well, after you were gone and Rusty was kicked out, the rest of us tried to remain friends, but it wasn't the same; by the time we entered high school, we drifted apart into separate groups. Stella hangs out with girl Jordan, Zach started an online alien conspiracy group, and Liam still works on his family farm. We still see each other from time to time."
Lincoln couldn't believe how bad his friends drifted off because of a pact that was moot at that point. Suddenly, Ronnie Anne heard her phone ring with a call from Bobby.
"What's up?" She answered.
"Hey Ronnie Anne, can you head to Lynn's table and bring Lincoln?"
"Sure, why?"
"Mr. Loud thinks he can help Lincoln,"
Ronnie Anne agreed and led the group to the restaurant, and in a matter of moments, they were in front of Lynn's table. The restaurant was closed on Sundays since it was the day Lynn Sr. balances the book with Lisa. The restaurant hadn't changed over the years. Entering through the kitchen entrance in the back, they were greeted by Lynn Sr. and Lisa.
"Kids, glad you came."
"What's up?" asked Lincoln.
"Listen, I know you're looking for a place to stay while you resolve this demon issue and our family issues, but I think I can help with that; follow me," Lynn Sr said.
Lynn Sr. then led them through a door that led downstairs into the basement. The basement was used as a storage shed for supplies.
"uh, dad, why are we in the cellar?
"This is my idea; you can live down here."
"say what?"
"it's private, and you'd be close to the family,"
"Dad, don't you need this space?"
"I'll figure something out, maybe add a sub-basement,"
"Dad, I appreciate it, but you don't have to do that; if I'm being honest, all I need is that closet," Lincoln said, pointing to a closet on the other side of the room, leaving everyone confused.
"uh, Son, that's just the closet where I keep extra linens,"
"Indeed, I doubt it will provide the proper living accommodation," said Lisa.
"Not now, but watch,"
Lincoln then walked over to the closet; Lincoln opened the door showing it was indeed a linen closet as there were two shelves on both sides with folded tablecloths on them and a narrow path to the wall in between. Closing it back, Lincoln placed his hand on the door and closed his eyes. Lincoln's hand began glowing with an orange and black aura, as did the closet, to everyone's amazement. After a few moments, the glowing stopped, and Lincoln fell on his ass, exhausted.
"Lincoln!" said Ronnie Anne, running to check on him.
"Phew, casting three spells at once can take a lot out of you," said Lincoln, wiping sweat off his head.
"Spells?" Asked everyone.
A little woozy, Lincoln got back on his feet to show off the fruits of his labor, opening the door to everyone's confusion; the room looked the same.
"Uh, Linc, I don't see any difference," said Ronnie Anne.
"Oh really? Check this out,"
Lincoln stuck out his hand, and it began to glow again, along with the wall. Slowly the wall began parting, revealing a set of stairs, to everyone's shock.
"Follow me and mind the stairs," said Lincoln, heading down the stairs with Ronnie Anne.
Everyone followed them, heading down the spiraling staircase into a large room that serves as a living room. It has a closet, a low table, and some cushioned seating. From the living room, there are doors leading to the kitchen on the back and to the bathroom on the right. On the left side, there are stairs to a lower level. On the right of the stairs is a door leading to a bedroom with a single bed.
"Lincoln, what is all this? How did you do this?" asked a confused Lynn Sr.
"As I said, I used three spells to make the space I needed, extension charm, spatial warping, and infusion," he explained, but everyone couldn't follow, even Lisa.
"Okay, first I used an extension charm to expand the inner dimension of the closet so that there was more space, without affecting the outer size, like making the inside of the house as big as Loud castle while on the outside it still looks normal.
"Fascinating," said Lisa.
"And the other spells?" asked Clyde.
"I used spatial infusion to remove my hut and workstation from my pocket dimension and infuse it into the area and warping to shape the area better to accommodate them better. I even created a secret passage to hide it."
"Please tell me you can do this for my lab," Lisa asked, envisioning herself having a laboratory that would put Dexter to shame.
"I could, but if I did, you'd probably never set foot outside again," Lincoln replied.
"fair point."
"Holy mother, you even have hot water, air conditioning, and heating," said Lynn Sr.
"How is this possible?" asked Clyde.
"I'll show you," said Lincoln walking over to the table.
Moving the table aside, Lincoln removed the section of the floor that was under it, revealing a panel that had five slots arranged like the number five on a dice; a stone occupied each slot with a different color.
"Lincoln, what are these?" asked Lisa.
"These are called Elemental Stones. The blue one is water; the red one is fire; the green one is Earth; the white one is air, and the yellow one in the middle is lightning."
"If I had to guess, these stones provide you with the necessary accommodations like running water," said Lisa.
"correct; I'll explain how they work."
Lincoln began explaining how the stones worked; however, Ronnie Anne lost interest as she walked over to check out the bathroom. To Ronnie Anne's shock, the bathroom was big, big enough to have a shower and a bathtub.
"Just look at this tub; it's big enough for Carlota's ass."
Ronnie Anne started imagining how nice it would be to take a long hot bubble bath alone with no one bothering her. However, Ronnie Anne wasn't alone in her fantasy; Lincoln was there too, bathing with her. She was sitting on his lap, his wet long hard hot rod nestled between her asscheeks while his hands massaged her breasts.
"Hey, Ronnie Anne," said Lincoln in her fantasy.
"yes…?" she cooed
"Ronnie Anne,"
"yes….Linky?" she flirted.
"Ronnie Anne!" yelled Lincoln.
Snapping out of her fantasy to see Lincoln standing behind her. "huh, uh, yes?"
"you were staring off into space; I'm taking everyone downstairs. Are you coming?"
"yeah, uh, lead the way, Lame-O,"
He turned around to lead, and she used the opportunity to confirm that her nose was not bleeding. After a bit, they entered the main body of Lincoln's new expansion.
"By the way, Lincoln, I presume you will not be attending school?" Lisa asked.
Lincoln laughed. "After seven missed grades? Not likely. I'm not going to be an 18-year-old in 6th grade. And frankly, why bother going to college now? What good would that do me?"
"It can help you get a job." Lynn Sr pointed out as if by automated reflex.
Lincoln gave his father an amused look. "You saw what I just did; what job do you think wouldn't take me without a degree?"
"Well, son, why not work here?"
"Seriously?"
"You know this place, and you don't need a degree. I'll be your boss."
Lincoln thought it over. "Well, honestly, it would be nice to see if some of the meals I learned how to make over there could be made here. I did learn some magic that works with food; now that I think about it, I've got one that will guarantee the business will be booming if I can get it right."
"Oh really? What does it do?" Lynn Sr asked, curious.
"I know a spell that removes all the unnecessary fats and sugars and empty calories from food but doesn't affect the taste at all. Take a chocolate cake, for example; if I do it right, it'll taste like gourmet food, but you won't gain any weight from it at all. With one exception, and I mean this in the least perverted way possible. The spell ensures that women who eat it still retain the 'important' fats that go to parts of their bodies you know about."
"You mean their boobs and butt?" stated Ronnie Anne.
"way to be subtle, Ronnie. But yes, that would be the only weight a woman like you would gain if I get this right. But you'd have to eat a lot for it to be noticeable. The weight gain is still very minor."
Lisa came over to Ronnie Anne and whispered in her ear. "You better get him before some other girl does."
"What was that?" Lincoln asked, not hearing it.
"Girl, talk, Lincoln," Lisa replied.
Lincoln shrugged as he led everyone down to the next floor; if upstairs was impressive, the workshop was beyond.
"This place is enormous, and it looks a little like Ace Savvy's H.Q." said a shocked Clyde.
The workshop combined a classic superhero H.Q. and a mystic forge for creating weapons. There was half a wall set between the two sections, as this was a lot of molten material flowing through the forge. There were multiple workstations; one seemed to be designed for making repairs; Lincoln left his suit there before continuing the tour. There were casting molds, fire pits, and an area filled with water. The other half had workstations too, along with multiple blueprints and a chemistry set. There were also several drums of Rucola fruit. The only thing missing was a super crime computer though there was space for one..
"Yeah, that's not a coincidence. When I first experimented with creating rooms, I used Ace Savvy as inspiration. I wanted to create a comfortable place where I could feel at home."
He saw the hurt looks on Lynn Sr and Lisa.
"Remember, at the time, I believed you guys had thrown me away in favor of Sam. I didn't exactly want something that reminded me of that." Lincoln explained.
"We're sorry," Lisa said.
"And I accept that. But the pain was there and left scars; we both can't pretend it never happened. 6 years is a long time to believe that you didn't have a home to return to."
Everyone agreed, knowing there was still some work to be done.
"Hey, Linc, how come you don't have a supercomputer?"
"I'm not good with that stuff. Besides, the other world had no internet, so it never really seemed needed to me at the time." Answered Lincoln with a shrug.
"I can assist you in making one unlike any the world has yet to see," Lisa stated with a confident grin.
"Lisa, you're not planning on using it to take over the world, are you?" Lincoln asked.
Lisa laughed. "Oh please, brother, give me some credit. If I wanted to take over the world, I would have done so already by now."
"By that logic, if you wanted to stop global warming, reduce pollution, end hunger, or cure cancer, you would have done that by now too." Ronnie Anne remarked.
"I'm a scientist, not a miracle worker," she replied dryly. "But I can make a computer to organize this place better, plus I might be able to make some upgrades to your suit, like a HUD screen."
Lincoln thought for a moment; a supercomputer would help find the former heroes and find out the importance of the tablet.
"Okay, Lisa, I'm game. I need a few things added."
"Sure thing, just let me know what you need; I'll even add an app to phones so you can access the computer from there."
"uh, Lis, no phone,"
"an easy fix; I did build the Loud cloud in a day; it shouldn't take more than a day and a half to whip up something."
"Sweetie, let's not open that old wound."
Suddenly an alert went off on Lisa's phone that someone was upstairs. Checking it, Lisa became annoyed, much to Lincoln's confusion.
"Father, that man is back."
"Again!"
"Who?"
"Richard Allsand, he wants to buy and turn Lynn's table into a franchise; he has been a pain in my rear for months," said Lynn Sr.
"looks like he is not leaving." Said Lisa.
Lynn Sr. also became annoyed as he left back up the stairs with everyone following him until they were back in the basement, with Lincoln closing the entrance behind him. While everyone else waited in the kitchen, Lynn Sr. walked to the front door opening the door slightly to speak to the man. The man was short and chubby, with blonde hair that reached down to his neck. Lincoln wondered if he was an orc; he barely looked human, more like an orc or an oversized pig dressed in a green tuxedo.
"Mr. Loud, so nice of you to see me," he said with a grin.
"I already told you I don't want to do business with you, especially after your son made passes at my daughters!"
"Passes?" Lincoln whispered to Lisa.
"That man's son made passes at Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, and Lynn. And we know as soon as it's technically not creepy anymore, he'll do the same to Lucy."
"Now-now, my boy, was just being friendly," Allsand assured.
"That's not how Lori saw it when he came onto her in front of her husband." Lynn Sr protested.
"Look Loud; you need my help. With my connections, this restaurant can become something better. Can you get Lynn's table restaurant in places like New York without me?"
"I'm happy with what I have and don't want to expand. You have nothing I want. " Good day, sir, " said Lynn Sr, slamming the door in his face.
"You can't survive off of hometown love forever; you'll need me eventually," Allsand said, walking off. "sooner than you think."
Lynn Sr. took a deep breath before walking back to the kitchen.
"Dad, how long has this been going on?" Lincoln asked.
"Since he moved to Huntington Oaks. He's been a pain; he has a history of stealing businesses from other hard-working families, turning them into soulless shells of their former selves," explained Lynn Sr.
"Indeed, there are other rumors that he is involved in illegal practices," Lisa explained. "there was even a rumor about how a business in Hazeltucky burned down after they refused to do work with him,"
Lincoln thought for a moment, wondering if this man and his son would be a problem for him.
"let's not worry about them, father; if it's okay with you, I'd like to start drawing up plans for Lincoln's computer," said Lisa
"Sure, honey," replied Lynn Sr.
Ronnie Anne started to feel like a third wheel. "It looks like you'll be getting comfortable, so I should probably be going home."
"You don't have to," Lincoln told her. "I wouldn't mind having a woman's touch to this place."
"A woman's touch?" Ronnie Anne repeated, trying to keep her mind from going to the most naughty implication of those words.
"I spent over half my life in a place with lots of women; I feel more at home that way. I'd also like you to help with the guest room."
"Guest room?" Ronnie Anne, Lisa, and Lynn Sr repeated together.
"Well yeah, I'd like to have the option of people coming over. Like if Lina wants to get to know me or if any of my sisters actually want to reconnect with me again. Or if old friends just want to hang out."
Ronnie Anne was certain he was looking specifically at her when he said that last part.
"Of course, son. You can have company over as long as they respect the restaurant's rules when it's open hours." Lynn Sr offered.
"No worries, dad; when I built my base, I made it soundproof so no one above can hear; also, I made a back door just in case I need to leave without being seen," Lincoln informed.
Lynn Sr. nodded before he and Lisa left, giving Lincoln an extra key; before leaving, Lincoln, Ronnie Anne, and Clyde headed back into Lincoln's new home; as they returned to Lincoln's workstation, both Clyde and Ronnie Anne offered to help with fixing Lincoln's suit getting a lesson on craft magic in the process. After a few hours of work, the suit was fixed along with the helmet; however, Lincoln wasn't done there as he gave the same rings to Clyde, he gave to Ronnie Anne and even gave them their own suit as a gift. Luckily Lincoln had a few leftover prototypes of his suit; he began modifying and upgrading them. Lincoln even repainted them to match their favorite colors. Lincoln gave Ronnie Anne a mask similar to her favorite wrestler La Tormenta, and he gave Clyde a visor that he could see through like his glasses and a pair of power gloves. Both Ronnie Anne and Clyde love their gifts as they try them on.
"This is great, Linc, thanks," said Ronnie Anne.
"You're welcome, but are you sure about the mods I made to your suit?"
Based on Ronnie Anne's request, Lincoln had placed special enchantments on her suit. That magically compressed her breasts and butt, making them look smaller than they were without hurting her.
"Trust me; it's for the best,"
"What about Clyde? How do you like your suit?"
"This is awesome. I feel like a superhero; we gotta come up with superhero names," he said, throwing a few jabs and showing off his boxing skills.
"Not sure about being superheroes, I'm glad you guys like them; if you want Ronnie Anne, I can make one for Sid when she gets… wait, someone is upstairs," said Lincoln.
"Wait, I thought this place was soundproof?" asked Clyde.
"Only one way; they can't hear down, but I can hear up there, and whoever is up there isn't alone."
"I'm starting to hear it too," said Ronnie Anne.
"Me too," Clyde said, starting to hear soft footsteps. Like someone was sneaking around.
Upstairs was a group of 20 men dressed in all black moving through the restaurant, having picked the lock on the back door; in their hands were canisters of gasoline.
"Okay, so we all know the plan; we spread the gas, cut the gas line in the stove, and leave back out and let this cherry bomb finish the job," explained one of the men. "No one will know we were here, just like the boss wants," he finished.
Unfortunately for them, Lincoln, Clyde, and Ronnie Anne were all listening, having left out through the base's secret exit. They were now on the restaurant's roof, listening through the ventilation system over the stove.
"Lincoln, did you hear that?" asked Clyde. "Those guys are gonna burn down your dad's restaurant!"
"Not if we have anything to say about it," said Ronnie Anne.
"You guys watch the back; I'm going in through the front," said Lincoln.
"We can help." Clyde offered.
"Have either of you ever actually been in a real fight? As in, there are actual consequences to not winning?" Lincoln asked.
"We'll help by having your back as you suggested." Ronnie Anne offered, ending the debate.
"Thanks," Lincoln replied before heading to the front. His two friends went to the back exit, wondering if they would get involved.
The men were about to start their work when they heard a sound at the front door as if someone was knocking.
"I thought he said no one would be here!" said one man.
One man moved close to the door, placing his ear close to it as the knocking became louder. Suddenly the door flew open, knocking the man out as Lincoln flew in with a flip, landing on a center table, shocking the men in the dining room.
"Don't you guys know Lynn's Table is closed on Sundays?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"I haven't figured that out yet, but for now, I'm just a good samaritan doing his part,"
Suddenly, one of the men pulled a Glock, pointing at Lincoln. Before he could do anything, the man opened fire, shooting Lincoln fifteen times, causing him to drop dead on the table. As the man moved in close, he reloaded his gun, ready to finish off Lincoln.
Springing back to life, Lincoln grabs his hand. "Just kidding, it's bulletproof," he joked before disarming the man and tossing him across the dining room.
"The rest of you get out here!" said another man.
Unfortunately, there was a commotion in the kitchen before one man came stumbling in with an arrow in his back, and one was thrown through the serving window.
"Well, looks like your friends met my friends. Where were we?" asked Lincoln as he got into a fighting stance.
Suddenly the remaining men in the dining room all charged at Lincoln. However, he quickly went to work and punched and kicked them one by one as they attacked, pulling his punches. As the man who he originally knocked out woke up and got back to his feet, he tried to charge Lincoln from behind, but Lincoln delivered a back fist strike knocking him out again.
"Dang it, I needed one of them conscious for information,"
"No worries, we got one," called Clyde.
Clyde and Ronnie Anne came walking out of the kitchen dragging the only intruder still awake.
"Good work, guys, and as for we're going to have a talk."
Later Lincoln was standing on the roof again, this time dangling the still-conscious thug to the edge.
"Please, we don't know anything!"
"Whoa, I haven't started asking questions yet. You lying to me already?" he asked, loosening his grip.
"Wait, please don't drop me! I don't wanna die!"
"Relax," Lincoln said with false comfort. "You won't die from this height; you'll mostly end up with brain damage or a quadriplegic depending on how you land, although death is not impossible. So, you ready to see which one you'll get?" he threatened.
"No, please!"
"Then tell me why you tried burning down Lynn's Table!"
"Somebody hired us!" replied the man.
"Who!?"
"I don't know, someone contacted us anonymously and paid us to burn this place down and make it look like the owner's fault."
Lincoln's eyes squinted, although you couldn't see through his helmet. However, his eye shields reacted to making the man realize that he didn't believe him.
"Please, I'm telling the truth!"
If you're lying to me, it doesn't matter what prison they put you in; I'll get in, get you out, and then you and I are going to pick up right where we left off," Lincoln warned before throwing the man back onto the roof and knocking him out with a straight.
Later
After tying up the men, they were left in front of the restaurant unconscious just as the police arrived after getting an anonymous call from Ronnie Anne. The 3 had already left after Lincoln used a spell to fix any damage done to Lynn's Table and were on their way back to the Loud house.
"Man, that was awesome; see, we can be superheroes," said an excited Clyde.
"It was pretty cool giving that guy a roundhouse," continued Ronnie Anne
"What about you, Linc?" asked Clyde.
"I'm actually used to it; I've fought demons, remember?"
"This is why we need cool hero names."
"So Lame-O, any idea who tried framing your dad?"
"Most likely that Allsand guy. There's no proof, but what are the odds that there are two different guys that want to see the restaurant gone? I'm going to ask Lisa to install some more security there."
"Yeah, I know it's Royal Woods, but it wouldn't hurt to be more prepared," Clyde agreed.
After the group made it to the house and entered, Lincoln called for his dad but stopped halfway, seeing upon seeing everyone was waiting for him in the living room, including his older sisters. There were two; however, he didn't recognize them; one was a blonde woman with the tips of her hair dyed blue.
"Hello, Lincoln," said the voice.
Lincoln immediately recognized the voice and the woman; it was none other than Sam. Lincoln felt a wave of emotion wash over him as he trembled a little while Ronnie Anne, and Clyde did their best to calm him. Then the second person came into play; she was a little girl slightly smaller than Lily, and her hair was white like Lincoln's except for one bang on the side that was dyed mostly like Sam's. Lincoln quickly realized this girl was his daughter Lina as she got to her feet and walked to Lincoln. In her arms was none other than Bun-Bun, whom she hugged shyly as she got close while Lincoln kneeled down.
"Hell…hello, my name is Lina…Loud," said Lina as she shyly hid her face behind Bun-Bun.
"My name is Lincoln Loud. Do you know who I am?" asked Lincoln in a nice friendly tone.
Lina nodded. "It's very nice to meet you…Daddy," she said sweetly.
End Of Ch. 5
Author's Notes
For those of you wondering how the stones work, they work like nature transformation from Naruto.
Also, I'm still trying to find suitable names for them. If you have an idea, let me know.
Finally, if you want to see how they look in my story, check me out at DeviantArt dubb1
