I felt like writing another chapter, so here we are.


Back with Lincoln and his future daughter, they stood by the tree as they stared at the school, waiting for the bell to ring and signal the end of the school day.

"Why don't we just go in and pay them a visit!?" Rosie whined. "Why do we have to stay out here waiting!?"

"I'm an Outsider now, Rosie, I'm not supposed to be here," Lincoln answered while leaning against the tree. "Besides, it'd be super awkward if I just walked into my former classroom and told my friends to come outside so I could talk to them."

"But waiting out here is so boring! How much longer do we have to do this!?"

*RIIING!*

The duo turned around, and to Rosie's relief, the students began to leave the school en masse.

"Dad, did you see that?! My whining made the bell ring earlier!"

Lincoln chuckled. "It sure did."

"LINKY!"

Lincoln was immediately glomped by Cristina, who hugged his face close to her breasts as he struggled and she exclaimed:

"Oh, my sweet pure snow white adonis, you don't know how much I missed you!" she cooed. "There's been a hole in my heart where you used to be all this time and it's been killing me!"

"Dude, stop it!" Rosie snapped. "You're gonna suffocate him with your tits!"

"Fine, so be it," Cristina responded with a smug smirk. "At least then he can die feeling the earthly pleasure he'll never get from the cutting board that is your mother!"

Rosie summoned her leek and aimed it at Cristina, the object sharply shining as the lovechild stated:

"Just because I agree with that statement doesn't mean I'm okay with it. Now let. My father. Go."

Cristina pouted and released Lincoln, the guy hastily gasping for air as he stood up and dusted himself.

"Geez, Cristina, calm down a little, will you?"

The group turned to see Clyde and Ronnie Anne running up to them, the latter slapping Cristina and causing her to hit the ground.

"There, stay weak for a moment!"

"I didn't know you could do that," Lincoln remarked.

"Of course not, I just recently learned it myself," Ronnie Anne remarked. "Unlike Clyde, who's still stuck with the basic, boring bugs in his head."

"I'm already getting ideas, though," Clyde said, adjusting his glasses as he did. "For example, cricket can also mean-"

"Now's not a good time, dude."

Another turnaround came, and this time the group saw Ynovation approaching them, with Tabby looking surprised before Rosie hugged her.

"Mom!"

"Don't call me that in public," Tabby gently responded. "That's gonna give us a lot of unwanted attention."

Rosie did the "my lips are sealed" gesture before flashing a thumbs up.

"In other news," Giggles blurted. "Have you guys seen Darcy? She didn't go to school today."

"She didn't?" Lincoln asked. "That's odd, we didn't see her anywhere on the road to here."

"Huh, we had a feeling she would be with you," Haiku said. "Since, you know, she likes you and all that."

"I see… say, did Stella and the other girls go today?" Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "I don't see them coming out."

"They did come today," Polly said before rubbing her head with her staff. "However, they're kinda… busy right now."


Stella coughed as she and the former Antagonists dusted the classroom, with Mrs. Johnson keeping an eye on them.

"I'm very sorry about this, girls, but I was tasked to give you after cleaning duty to test your resolve… or something."

"No, it's okay, Mrs. Johnson, you're not to blame," Stella sighed. "No, the one to blame is-"

And then Mollie yawned. "Look, I'm angry and all that, but could we finish this so I could go back to sleep?"

The group agreed unanimously.


Ynovation, Lincoln's childhood friends and Rosie went to the park, which was miraculously low on visitors today, so they could train their Cliches without being interrupted.

So they did… except for Lincoln and Tabby, who talked at a bench nearby.

"So, you say you had a Cliche Evolution?" Lincoln inquired, saddening before adding. "What's that?"

"It's the result of the user's body prompting their Cliche to update itself in order to catch up."

Lincoln hummed. "Wait… isn't that what Ynovation does?"

"I mean yes, but also no: you know how in RPGs, you get EXP points to level up your character? Cliche Evolution is like reaching a predetermined skill, while Ynovation gives you options and lets you choose."

"Hmm, I see," Lincoln said, nodding intently. "So, what happened next?"

"I fell asleep and found myself having traveled to what seemed to be Royal Woods in the distant past. No advanced technology, no hoverboards, nothing, it was a normal city."

Tabby lowered her eyelids. "Then, I found a woman. She seemed to be another memory, proof of being a person who lived in the past… until she noticed me."

Lincoln gulped. "And what did she do?"

"She replied to me. At first, I thought she was just talking to a man nearby, but when she walked past me, she told me and then kicked me awake," Tabby took a deep breath. "I quickly recapped everything to the other teams, but while I did, I came across an… upsetting idea."

"And that is?"

"For all intents and purposes, only my mind had traveled back to the past. I didn't have a physical body, I was just a metaphysical entity or something. So for this woman to not only be able to see me, but interact with me… remember when Rosie mentioned Antagonists with multiple Cliches?"

"You think she might've been one of those Antagonists?"

"Not just that. When I fell asleep, I had a specific destination: find the spot in time when the very first Cliche wielder was still in Royal Woods, and hadn't disappeared."

"And you think this woman who kicked you awake might be the first wielder?"

Tabby nodded. "It's a stretch, I know, but I think it's worth investigating."

"And I agree," Lincoln added. "This is definitely something worth looking into. And believe me, Tabby, no fanservice-filled filler is going to stop me from looking into it!"


Back at the Loud House, Lori, now wearing a blue bikini, straw hat and white jacket, reached for her back and took out a pamphlet as she exclaimed:

"We're going to Horny Beach!"

The sisters stood stunned, their shock soon turning to amazement and excitement… except for Lincoln, who yelled:

"Goddammit!"