Rochelle: Lincoln Loud! You are my father!

A young dark-skinned girl, clearly from a Mexican family, was watching Lincoln from the entrance porch, she was completely determined and sure of what she was saying, making a Lincoln who looked like a troubled adult stare at her from the door, completely surprised, He didn't understand what was happening and who that girl was, since he arrived he couldn't find any photo of Lincoln and a family, he explored the entire place except the attic because it was packed to the point where it would be wasted time that he doesn't have, so maybe There was the possibility that she was really his daughter or just a little orphan trying to fool an idiot.

Lincoln: I don't speak speak English —Lincoln said that, closing the door, pretending to have a Swedish accent while he looked at her smiling, trying to close the door without looking like an idiot—

Rochelle: ah, wait!... Please no!... –she placed her foot on the door, Lincoln clearly did not close the door because otherwise he would have to push her foot or press her foot against the door–... .he is the only relative I have left

Lincoln: ... -He sighed, looking at the closed door and listening to the little girl, only to then look into the space of the door that was still open, looking at Rochelle somewhat distrustfully- ...What is your name?

Rochelle: I'm Rochelle, Rochelle Anne Loud... -she said that, looking at him a little excited and hoping that he could let her pass- ...my mom is Ronnalda Anne Santiago, look...you met when you were young... in high school

Rochelle took out a photo of her mother and father from her backpack. Lincoln began to open the door a little, looking at her interested. Knowing about this Lincoln and this world would help him achieve his goal. Rochelle, for her part, showed him the photo, hoping that he would remember it. and hug each other lovingly like a family

Lincoln: Ronnie Anne...I had a daughter with Ronnie Anne... -He looked at the photo somewhat surprised, he also mentally wondered what had happened between the Lincoln of this world and Ronnie Anne, after seeing the photo from afar, the He took it and looked at it, holding it with his right hand – ...how is she?

Rochelle: am...mmmh...I'm sorry, my mom died (I'm sorry mom, don't be mad) –she was scratching the back of her head looking down pretending she was sad for her fake family loss–

Lincoln oh I'm sorry little one...is that why you're here? –Lincoln believed the young woman, showing some concern for her, he hated her sisters and Ronnie Anne had not seen her since elementary school, so he did not have much affection or hatred for her–

Rochelle: Yes, my mother on her deathbed told me that my father was still alive...that's why I thought I could come with you instead of living with one of my aunts.

Rochelle continued to act that she had lost her mother and wanted to see her father, the part about wanting to be with her father was real, while her mother's death was not, making her feel like if her mother and aunts found out about her , they would kill her.
Lincoln, on the other hand, completely believed his actions, but even so he didn't know what could happen if she lived with him, but he also couldn't ask her to go home alone again and much less did he feel like taking her himself, causing her to panic. crossing with his sisters

Lincoln: I'm sorry, but you have to understand something... I'm not your father, I'm a second personality of his (agh, how I hate you Lincoln... you make me have to keep lying with that shit) – Lincoln said that, looking at her somewhat embarrassed. , although deep down he was completely angry with the Lincoln of this world for not leaving any trace that he had a daughter -

Rochelle: I know, my grandparents told me... but, still, you're still my father.

Rochelle looked at him completely determined and accepting that the Lincoln who was in front of her was also her father, something she was not wrong about because whether Lincoln wanted it or not, even if he came from another universe, he is still Rochelle's blood father.

Lincoln was guiding Rochelle around the house while he told her about his illness as well as his world. He didn't think it would be much of a problem to talk about it with that young woman, besides the fact that the "SMIP" was surely already close to finding Pears and That way I would be able to escape from this universe

Lincoln: here you will sleep... -he opened the door to the room that was previously Leni and Lori's- ...it is a bit messy, but if we arrange everything it could look like a normal room

Rochelle entered the room noticing how messy it was, as well as how there was a lot of dust and it was clear that no one had been there for months or years. Even so, looking at the room, she approached the window slowly, walking making a few slight turns to Seeing the whole place, when he got to the room he stopped in front of the curtains and opened them completely, letting light into that room for the first time in a long time.

Rochelle: I love it... –she said it with her arms extended to the sides from having opened the curtains while looking from the window at the street in front and the tree that was in front of the house– ...it just needs a few touches and ready

Lincoln: Yes, your aunts used to sleep here I guess...I don't remember much, where I come from that didn't matter to me.

Lincoln was scratching his head as he felt that it was itching because he was nervous to remember, while he was doing that Rochelle took off her backpack, leaving it next to the window and looking at the only bed there was, then without saying much or waiting any longer she started to move the bed. bed with all her strength, showing in her expression that it was difficult for her to do it, she had faith that her "father" would help her, but Lincoln just watched her try to move the bed and then left without even saying goodbye.

Rochelle: ... –she was surprised by what Lincoln had done, she had noticed it since he arrived, even for this father from another universe or second personality, she was simply a nuisance– ...haha what were you expecting Rochelle, a hug now a loving father

She laughed, looking down, trying to accept that her father was not the good father she wanted, remembering how her brothers told her that he was simply a lazy, alcoholic and addicted womanizer who abandoned them at the first opportunity. Rochelle tried not to cry while she felt As his eyes watered, his entire family hated him for what he did to them, but Rochelle had faith that this second personality was the father he remembered, that man with white hair and a friendly attitude.

Rochelle: (don't cry, don't cry, don't cry) ... –she had already stopped pushing the door, beginning to feel a strong desire to start crying and insult her father–

Lincoln: Dust must be removed first, open the window.

Lincoln's voice completely surprised Rochelle, who looked up, watching as her father returned, arranging a broom and all the cleaning materials in the hallway outside the room. Lincoln noticed how Rochelle had some tears falling from the edges of her eyes. eyes, he looked at her a little confused thinking that she could have hit herself or maybe the effect of her mother's death was already occurring.

Lincoln: Are you okay?

Rochelle: am? Yes!...I just got some dirt in my eyes

Rochelle wiped the tears from her face by wiping them with the sleeves of her jacket, only to then, as her "father" had instructed her, go to the window and open it, now letting in some wind, which was not there; neither cold nor hot.
She looked excitedly from where she was next to the window at her father, she was happy to see her father working in the room that would be hers, he looked like a father who was trying to get his daughter back after the divorce, she laughed a little. Little did she imagine that she could be with her father like a real family, but then upon hearing how her father spoke to her to help, she apologized and quickly went to help him.

A few hours later

Lincoln and Rochelle were sitting across from each other, they were at the dining room table next to the kitchen and the living room, they had spent the entire day arranging Rochelle's new room so that she can sleep there without any problem, right now they were resting and eating some pizza with fries, as well as a hamburger

Rochelle: ... -they were both silent while they ate, from time to time a conversation would arise, but it was nothing important or that lasted long, so Rochelle, hoping that it would not bother him, decided to seriously ask him something that she had been thinking about since she escaped from his house—...why do you want to return to your universe?

Hearing that question, Lincoln was a little surprised, making him look at her seriously when answering her question. At that moment, he understood very well why he wanted to return to his universe. There were multiple options, but the main one was to not disappear.

Lincoln: Why do you ask that?

Rochelle: It's just... I just want to know why you want to return to your universe so much and what your universe is like, I just... I want to know more about my father – he took a bite of the hamburger he was holding with both hands. in front of him, only to then look at his father while he chewed with his mouth closed–

Lincoln just looked at her seriously, relaxing little by little while he ate some fries, only to then begin to explain why he wanted to return and some extra things about him.

Lincoln: I just want to go back, because this is not my life...what do I have here? Nothing... –he passed the French fries that he was holding over the ketchup and then put it in his mouth starting to chew it, then when he finished doing so and swallowed the food he continued his talk– ...in my previous life I was successful; I had money, fame, power, I had everything... but in this life I have nothing, an old house, the body of a former addict and memories that are not mine.

Rochelle: So in your previous life you were some kind of tycoon like Bruce Wayne and Tony Star, right?

Lincoln: something like that, but without fighting bad guys at night or being a member of a group of super men...I always had everything I wanted, I helped everyone with my money, I had an incredible mansion bigger than this block , it was so big that you could get lost in it and feel alone...

Rochelle: do you have a wife? –Rochelle interrupted Lincoln's beautiful memories by asking him that question, it was something she thought about while she was talking about having any woman he wanted and also that she was only talking about material objects–

Lincoln: ...no, why would I have a wife... I can have any woman I want, no one resists me... –He answered the question somewhat annoyed, showing that he was somewhat sensitive about this topic–

Rochelle: in your world did you meet my mother? I think you would like her... in this universe they had me, so that means she managed to seduce you.

Lincoln: I haven't seen your mother since elementary school, now let's change the subject...tell me more about yourself.

Lincoln avoided the topic of having a wife or family, because he had lost all interest in his love life after an event that occurred with his first great love, although calling him "great love" would be too flattering to a woman who cheated on him with her best. friend clyde, luckily he managed to find them before his wedding and cancel everything, otherwise he would have married someone

Rochelle: What would you like to know about me? You should know something about me if you're my father - she said that while finishing eating, looking at him somewhat mockingly for not knowing anything about her -

Lincoln: Well, I'm sorry that your father Lincoln is so terrible... –he said that, looking at her somewhat annoyed with sarcasm, only to then sigh and look at her tired– ...just tell me, why don't you want to go with your aunts?

Rochelle: are you talking about your sisters?

Lincoln: I'm talking about your aunts.

Lincoln and Rochelle looked at each other for almost a minute in silence, until Rochelle decided to give in and answer his question, although it was clearly a way to change the subject and get her to stop questioning him.

Rochelle: My aunts don't bother me...it's just that, I feel like the odd one out in the family... -again she stayed silent, it wasn't something she would like to talk about, but it was her father so she shouldn't have feeling bad or nervous when talking to him about it – ...when I was little I was never able to be with my cousins or go out much with my family because of my lower paralysis, I couldn't move my legs...

When Lincoln heard about that, he began to feel bad, he noticed that Rochelle didn't like to tell that, it was probably something personal to her and he shouldn't pressure her to tell it, he felt shitty for causing her to do something to avoid talking about her past love. that Rochelle would talk about something very personal and difficult, surely for her.

Rochelle: ...even after the operation I had with Aunt Lisa, it was difficult for me to talk to them...I felt...I was strange or unknown to them.

Lincoln felt completely disgusted, he knew well that feeling of not seeming like you were from that family, so he felt very bad for making her feel that way, he didn't know what to do to make her feel better, so he decided to do the first thing that crossed his mind, taking his cell phone and looking at her while he dialed the ice cream parlor that was on his agenda.

Lincoln: Do you want some chocolate ice cream? It's your favorite flavor

Rochelle remained silent upon hearing that, only to then look at him somewhat surprised, after a few seconds she showed him an animated smile as she responded, she was happy for the first time since she got there, because her father was trying to make her feel better as a child would. royal father

Rochelle: that's not my favorite flavor, my favorite flavor is strawberry

Lincoln: great, I know you a little better now.

Lincoln was laughing a little with his supposed daughter while he marked the ice cream parlor he had in his cell phone's agenda, but when they answered him he realized that he had never been to an ice cream parlor in this country.

~ Heladeria "ketzalkoa" what do you want?

Lincoln: well...well...I would like to order ice cream, but there is a little problem so I won't ask you for anything.

~ what's happening? Are you lactose intolerant?

Lincoln: no no no, I like ice cream and I can eat it... I just don't want to ask him for ice cream, because it would be something unimportant.

~ why? Maybe you feel that our ice cream is not good... sir, I am honest with you on this and our ice cream is the best

Lincoln: I guess you're right, but I'm from the United States and you're in Mexico so that would prevent you from bringing me ice cream...that's why I said I couldn't.

~ Ah, that happens, don't worry... I left the door to the wall open and I crossed over there, or if you want, I jumped over the wall...

Lincoln: sir.

~ ...or maybe I use the secret tunnel that every Mexican knows! That you think you're better than me for being a gringo?!

Lincoln: whats! I don't feel better for being a gringo, I just don't want to order you a fucking ice cream because it arrives tomorrow!

~ Fuck you, if I wanted I could bring him my ice cream and it would arrive in half an hour!

Lincoln: I would like to see that, damn wall jumper!

~ fucking racist piece of shit! Did you really think I was going to jump over your country's wall?!

Lincoln: huh?! You said that yourself earlier!

~ I said it as a joke! Clearly I am a proud national Mexican! Fuck your mother, you and your country!

Lincoln: I don't care what you say! Because I do live in a living country!

~ Russia is freer than you, long live communism dad!

Lincoln: what?! Capitalism is better, nothing beats free American capitalism!

~ I'm American too!

Lincoln: your buttocks are American!

Lincoln, very upset, cut off the call only to then throw his cell phone against the wall, destroying it when he collided with it. He was so upset and furious because of that bad time that he had forgotten about Rochelle, causing him to later notice her again and I looked somewhat uncomfortable because of the scene that was caused in front of her.

Rochelle: ... -she looked at him laughing a little only to then look at him smiling - ...let's go buy ice cream, there must be a place near here

Lincoln: thank you... I'm sorry for the scene just now.

After that they both prepared to leave, Lincoln opened the door letting Rochelle out first only to then close the door behind her and started walking behind her, he wasn't realizing it but he felt somewhat happy to spend that time with that little one