Author's Note

Hey there. It's been a while since I've written one of these. I thought I had in the beginning of the first chapter's rewriting, (Which is purely aesthetics, I am not changing the story, the only part that will be mine will be after the first one's chapter.) I loved this fiction, and I didn't want it to end. But there had to be a reason for MutedBadger to leave, but there gets a point where sometimes, we just say 'We're done.' And that should be respected.

Anyways, If anyone has any ideas or things they want to see after I catch up with the original story, PM me, here or AmSadi, while I don't update AmSadi, my tablet is signed in on AmSadi, so I read on that one. As for Harems, if that's what you came here for, this will not be a harem story. Now, as a male boy going into his teens, he will notice the attractiveness in the sisters, because that is how boys think. I think Badger was planning on a Lynncoln, but I don't know. If there is a pairing, it's TBD.

Lincoln

To say the the concert was small would be a complete and huge understatement, to say the least.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky, which was odd given the time of the year, winter being around the corner, and even during the day it wans't warm enough for short sleeved clothes, there seemed to be less of a chill. Maybe it was all the people around blocking the wind, or the food stands, and trucks putting off heat, Though, this warmth didn't stop him from wearing a hat he had liberated from a stand. Though that was more so to hide his white hair. Kinda easy to spot a snow white headed boy if they lifted something from your pocket and saw them.

It baffled him at house large the venue for this was, as he watched people come and go from the event, as he sat one the roof of one of the buildings, which also surprised him at how many roof accesses were unlocked. Well, if he ended up staying here the night, he planned to stay on a roof. With the roof top boilers, they would radiate heat, and he could lock the door to the roof, and only those with a key could come up. Not a long term solution, without a key himself, if he left anything up there, he might never have access to it again.

Adverting his attention back to the town below him. There seemed to be a lot going on in the event. He knew about the food stands, And the game booths, but he hadn't seen the Ferris wheel, even more carnival style booths, and even what seemed to be bumper cars in the distance. There seemed to be something for any, and everyone to enjoy.

He knew that the concert started at 4pm he that gave him an hour to return this creepy doll, and it's case once and for all.

He makes his way down the stairs of the building, and down to the crowded streets below, steams of people seemed to be milling about one way or another, entering or exiting the wonderland of fun, my backpack on my shoulder, and the case in hand he made his way through the sea of people

Though, for him, getting into the event wouldn't be as easy as watching it from above. While there were vendors, and such outside, the main event had tickets to get into. And he couldn't just go up to a guard, and be like. I have the case of one of your bands sister. He was sure that would not work. So, unfortunately he would have to 'borrow' a ticket from someone. And after about twenty minutes of searching, he finally found his target.

The target, was a girl with shoulder length blonde hair, her bangs sweat to the side by a pair of round white sunglasses, that were atop her head. A seafoam green dress with white frills at the hem of the dress that came just above her knees. Finally the pair of white sandals. This girl was the image of beauty. If the boy had been a few years older, and had something to offer the girl, he would be begging her to go out for lunch with him. But alas, only her ticket is what he was needing.

She walked with her arms bent forward, that kind of reminded him of a dinosaur, which was a little weird, but to each their own. The girl was holding a handbag that, for some reason was unclasped though, that would work out well for him, since it would make his plan all the easier. He positioned himself in her path, picking up his pace. It takes a few moments to reach her, but as he did, he crashes into her shoulder. The collision had the desired effect, as she stumbles a bit, and her purse falls to the ground, spilling a surprising about of stuff from the small object. His first thought, was he wished he had a magical bag that seemed to hold a lot more than it should. But quickly shook that from his mind, as he scanned the miscellaneous items, along with a bit of cash. The crash also made him drop the case.

"Miss, I am so, so sorry." He said, as he started gathering up some items. "Let me help you, I wasn't paying attention."

All the while picking up items, he keep looking for her ticket. Once he spots it, he managed to keep gathering items, while slipping the ticket into his pocket, before helping her deposit her other items back into the purse. As my hand picks up the cash, I hesitate a moment. It was enough money for several meals, and a new coat to make it through the winter. But the guilt that he is already stealing from the girl, he really shouldn't take more, as he hands it to her directly.

"Again, Miss, I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." Handing the bag, and money directly to the female.

"O-M-Gosh, it's like okay." She said with a sweet, yet husky voice, and a blinding smile. Then brings a finger up to her chin, as if thinking. "It was like, prob totes my fault anyways."

"Trust me, it was my fault." The least he could do was take the blame for it, after what he had done. Before she could respond another person appears seemingly out of no where next to the tall blonde. The girl had shoulder length black hair, and bangs that covered her eyes, black and white stripped sleeves and socks, to complete the black dress she was wearing.

"Leni, what did Dad say about wandering off in public? She says in a monotone voice, before looking to him, "Also, what has he said about talking with strangers."

It was odd, even though the girl was younger, she seemed to be the more adult one, as the older girl blushed, and looked down to the black clad girl. The younger girl looks towards him, or at least he assumes so, since he couldn't actually see her eyes. This girl was pretty creepy.

"Oh, like. He was totes helping me pick up stuff I dropped." The blonde named Leni said, gesturing her hand to her bag.

"Sigh, come on, I need to find a dark place to continue my poetry." The gothic girl grabbing the older blondes haand as if she were a child, leading her away. "Sigh, thank you for helping my sister."

There I stood dumbstruck at what just happened. It was a bit weird, but then again, he couldn't call himself normal.

'Strange people," he grumbled as he picks up the case, adjusts his backpack on his back and enter the event, showing his ticket.

Standing inside the entrance of the event, he sees a bunch of people milling about. Buying different foods, and playing various games. It was easy pickings to grab a bit of cash here and there. Looking at the time, he decides he needs to find a place to camp out for a while, killing the thirty minutes until he could meet up with that Luna girl.

Heading deeper into the venue, he took in everything around him. It was simply amazing. The smell of the food, the sounds of happy people, and families playing what he was sure was rigged games. And how excited they were trying new and delicious foods. The atmosphere was happy and light hearted. Something he didn't see much in his kind of life.

He hadn't even been there for more than fifteen minutes before he decided that this was going to do down as one of the best days of his life.

Stopping outside one of the game stalls, he decided to watch the people throw away their money. The game was simple. You threw a ball, and knocked down a pyramid of bottles, seemed simple enough. Knock them down, and win a prize. Easy, if he wasn't sure there was a trick.

He watched as kids, men and women all took their shot at the game, trying their luck. But time after time, the bottles never fell. I was about to walk away when I see two twins run up to the stall. And these two could not be more than night and day.

One of them was wearing a flowing punk dress, with a slightly pinker sash across her chest. He supposed that it was some award from the event. Maybe she won a contest. More power to her. The shoes matched her dress, she wore long pink gloves, along with a string of pearls around her neck. In complete contrast to the pristine pink twin, the other was wearing a backwards baseball cap, white sneakers, with blue stripes, and a murky green t-shirt, under a pare of denim overalls.

"Lana, I want that tiara, and I want it now." the pink one demands to her twin pointing towards the tiara that was the prize for knocking down the tower of bottles three times.

"Chill, Lols, all you gotta do is knock down that tower. It'll be easy! Watch." the overall wearing twin smirked as she planted the entry fee on the counter. The large man running the booth smiles to himself as he snaps up the money, with the speed of one of the crackheads on the street going to get their fix. Moving a basket with five balls in it before the girl.

The twin with overalls, he thinks the pink one called her Lana. Picks up one ball, throwing it, and missing... far to the right. He watches as each ball falls short of vicitory.

"Sorry, Girlies, looks like you didn't win." The large man said behind the counter, with a cheesy smile on his face, in contract to the words he spoke. He took pride in cheating these girls out of money. Granted, he stole, but he didn't revel in it.

'Damn it,' he thought, the look on these girls faces was breaking his heart. Before he knew it he was at the counter slapping down the money for entry. Knowing this would be one less meal, but he had to try right?

"Don't worry girls, I've got this." he says with some false bravado as the man set the basket with five balls before him, while muttering about stupid kids.

I could feel the twins eyes on my back as I pick up the first ball, feeling the wight along with the texture of the ball. Having been on the streets, he had picked up a thing or two about rigged games. And while he was used to crappier events, it seemed to work the same. The trick to a game like this is simple. Most people aim at the middle of the pyramid that only knocks down the top bottle. You need to aim for the bottom of the pyramid, then they fall, the top follows.

His first pitch went to far wide, and he groaned, hearing identical ones coming from behind him.

The second pitch hits the target, and down comes the first pyramid.

The third, has the same effect, and a duel of cheers can be heard behind me, and I feel a bit of pride.

The fourth he was lining up his throw, and was just about the release the ball, as the man slam his hand down on the counter, startling me causing it go wide.

"Oops, my bad," The guy sneers, obviously not sorry. I scowl at him

The last ball, I focus on my target, drowning out all the noises, including the other attempt to mess me up as I let the ball fly, taking out the third pyramid. The man curses under his breath, drowned out by the whoops behind him..

"Fine kid, pick a prize and be quick about it," obviously annoyed, leaning against the counter. There were a lot of things that he would have loved to have. But that wasn't why he played the game. He pointed towards the tiara, that was hanging high up. As the man handed it to him, the boy turned and handed it to the pink twin.

"Here you go." He smiles.

"Thanks, Mister. That was totally awesome!" The overalls twin was jumping up and down. While darting away with her pink twin following being screaming at her to slow down.

Watching them go about their way, He figured it was about time to go to the stage area himself. Making his way through the what seemed to be a sea of people. Moving indifferent directions. Once he arrived he finds himself at the back of a wall of people, all of whom were looking up at the stage.

After three bands had played, and played well, all with unique styles, finally a face he recognized. The person he was looking for. Luna Loud.

"What's up Royal Woods!? Are you ready to get LOUD?" She throws her right hand in the air, with her pinky, and index finger pointing to the sky, typical devil horns. Lifting her purple guitar, as she finished her sentence, the crowd erupts into cheers, "Lets get Rockin and Rollin, Luvs!"

Le was never really a lover of this kind of music, though he could appreciate the girls skill. It was almost as if the instrument was an extension of her own body. She wasn't just good, she was amazing.

The purple rocker seemed to be really invested in what she was singing, and the expressions she was showing on her face showed that she was really enjoying herself. That seemed to be infectious because everyone else seemed to be channeling the same energy she was giving off.

After three astounding songs, she finished the last by running, and sliding on her knees across the stage. At this point he started making his way to where the poster said they were doing autograph signing. Though as he got there, it was obvious that he was not the only one looking for the purple Loud.