Happy NEW YEARS! Although it'll be after New Years when I post this because I fell asleep while editing it. This chapter is nothing crazy or special but this the conclusion of the BLoud Omake/preview or whatever I'm calling it.
Got my first support/donation on Ko-fi! Here's to many more.
I'm finally working on my own sin kid. I commissoned an artist to draw them for me so now I'm waiting.
Working on one of my one-shots at the moment. Hopefully, they fixed the Traffic stats. I need to know if my stories & chapters are cooking or not. A little heads up. I'm thinking about making my Omakes especially my MLP ones into a separate stories like my recent Guess my age story or make them into a single story like with my Lincoln's log book story. Although that's probably better for a Smut series
One of the major spin-offs is where Dusk Shine actually transfers to Canterlot High and how'll that can change the story.
Now the reviews
NiteOwl18: I wanted to do something quick before I did my finals for the month. That means if Lucy is a preppy girl that means Haiku is one as well.
Mr-Haziq: Lori and her friend group is a part of TND
Mysterious Mr M: Oh really? They should've just used Ronnie Anne
Guest: I wanted to complete the KND omake earlier but I couldn't due to time conflicts.
For the White Hare AU, I wanted to expand on the possibilities for AUs. Hopefully, I can do a continuation of it with characters or do one where it's only Stella who's a delinquent
Pirohiko-Baltazar: This is the sequel or conclusion of the Slamwich chapter. All I want for them is to fix the damn traffic stats. Yes, you'll get the sequel in this chapter
Solon75: I have some time before I can officially start working so I'm just applying and waiting to get some calls or emails. I wanted to complete the sequel earlier but couldn't fit in my then schedule
For Stella's Omake, I wanted something short and sweet for the time being
Chapter 38:
I'm currently going through my backlog of shows to watch while I'm on break. I just finished Over the Garden Wall. The cook-off will be in teams to help make things easier for me. Lincoln will figure it out soon enough
Scoot's history is mainly my work but I took some canon elements to help make it more believable. We haven't seen Polly since season 1 so I'm filling whatever blanks in her origins myself
I originally had Lois to be one of Rita's cousins kids but when it was revealed that Lynn's brother was making a reveal. I couldn't resist the chance.
Shy QT had a more active role in the fight by tag-teaming with Stella. However, that was rather OOC for her as she just got her confidence, it'll be weird and rather cliche if she suddenly became a badass after changing her hairstyle
There's always been a bizarre disdain for artists. Especially with the A.I art crap that's going around
Like I said it's the gradual approach regarding these types of characterizations. Rebecca didn't ditch him while at least not yet. She's simply keeping him for the time being until she finds a 'proper' way to ditch him.
They were in public and Lincoln was in front of them. Both had to remain cordial to avoid causing a scene. But when they get ready, they'll be ready.
Samtastic 3.0: Season 5-6 expanded on Rusty's character. As I previously stated, it's his impulsiveness. Like dude, there's a time and place for everything and the home ec room isn't the place for that.
I won't precisely say love at first sight but more on the lines of a sense of kinship.
Lincoln and his 'father' get the table ready for dinner. Everything was remarkably similar to his home dimension. The plates were color-labeled with each of their names. His father's culinary skills remained impressive but with a broader variety this time. It reminds him of those chef content creators. His mouth watered, knowing that dinner was going to be good.
"Dinner's ready!" BLynn Sr. yelled, summoning the entire family. Lincoln observed them. His 'mother' and BLily were first. She smiled, still ecstatic about Lincoln finally calling her mom, as she put Lily in her seat. Lincoln picked up the sporty yelling as BLynn Jr. jumped from the stairs.
"First place!" She boasted, raising her fingers in the air.
"Technically, you're third," Lincoln corrected, motioning to himself and BLily, who blew a raspberry at her older sister. None of his 'sisters' had their personalities altered in this universe. BLynn is evidence of that. She still had that athletic competitiveness about her. His blue eyes scanned her form. She's slimmer than his Lynn, choosing track and field, but her abs were more defined. Her ponytail was replaced with tight cornrows, and her skin complexion was a light brown.
"Bite me, Bunny Boy," BLynn growled playfully, giving him a nudge as she walked to her seat. Her face flushed scarlet, recalling how his gaze lingered on her. No, stop; he's basically your adopted brother. Although, marrying him would make him an official part of the family.
BLucy was next. Her skin was a lifeless gray, with a single eye visible from her heavy dreadlocks. She still loves the occult but focuses on Voodoo. Lincoln wonders how Haiku will be in this universe.
"Greetings, Lincoln," She replied with a smile, revealing her vampire fangs.
Lincoln can't help but smile at her attempts to scare him. "Hey, Lucy," He instinctively patted her head. It doesn't matter where he is. She's still his spooky little sister. Crimson exploded across her features as the warmth of his hand lingered. The family raised their brow at this interaction. He's not scared of her anymore?
"I win," BRita said, smugly wiggling her eyebrows at her husband. The twins were up. Nothing with Lola or Lana, but Lana enjoyed her mechanics more than her animals. Luna fluffed his hair as she strolled past with Luan. That reassured him as his relationship with Luna didn't change. Three are left. His senses spiked at the brief aroma of perfumes and tropical products. It's BLeni.
"Linky," BLeni beamed, giving him one of her classic hugs. Another thing that hasn't changed. The watch informed him she and Lucy were the first to accept him into the family. His white hair interested her.
"Hey, Leni," Lincoln replied, his voice muffled between her cleavage. His mind and body warred against each other in the situation. Lincoln's body reacted generally to an attractive woman. HOWEVER! This gorgeous woman is his sister. Technically. Ironically, BLeni's and BLori's hair straightened in this universe, losing the iconic puffiness from his universe.
"Please avoid suffocating him, 2nd eldest sister," BLisa cautioned as she scuttled to her chair.
BLeni pouted her fuller lips at the warning. "Fine, no fun," She grumbled, releasing him to take a seat. BLisa nodded to Lincoln, sharing a smile between them. He took his usual spot between Lucy and Lynn. Dinner began with spaghetti and garlic bread. Unease and confusion should've washed over him like a raging flood as they ate. Lincoln wasn't home. Everyone and everything is an altered copy of his home. But he wasn't home. It still felt like it. Lincoln rationalized that his chrono-particles must've kept him mentally stable and that his home universe wasn't destroyed. He can go back once the job is done. BLynn Jr. eyed one of Lincoln's garlic breads. Her hand reached it when his hand smacked out of the way.
"What the?!" Lynn Jr exclaimed at his swift counter. She repeatedly attempted to snatch the garlic bread, but Lincoln intercepted her at every chance while sipping his iced tea. Was he always able to do this? Was she getting sloppy? They watched, intrigued by this development, as BLynn Jr. started to sweat.
"Lincoln, permission for one of your garlic bread?" BLisa requested, halting the battle.
"Sure, Lisa," Lincoln obliged, passing it down the table to Lisa's plate.
"Hey," BLynn Jr. remarked, annoyed by BLisa's ease of access.
"Junior, she asked," Britta scolded as she wiped Lily's mouth. BLisa stuck her tongue out with a mocking bite of the bread.
"Don't worry, we have extra," BLynn Sr grinned, stirring a large pot. They received additional portions, especially Lincoln.
"Um," The family stared at the THREE empty plates of spaghetti with barren baskets of garlic bread and swift deforestation of the salad. Washed down with several pints of iced tea.
"Dude, some for the rest of us," Luna remarked, checking the pot for a trickle of leftovers. She can see the bottom of it! He covered his mouth for a burp.
"Excuse me," Lincoln whispered, padding his stomach. At least his appetite remained consistent between dimensions. They smiled gently as he relaxed in the chair. It's been around a year since Lincoln was introduced to their family. Tragedy and chaos were all he knew before he came here. They knew his . . . family if everyone with a working brain or heart could even call them that. BRita and BLynn never saw anyone, especially a child with frail or lifeless eyes. It didn't take long for justice to reach his biological parents. They hoped Lincoln had other relatives who could take him in.
Unfortunately or unsurprisingly, there's no one. His parents crossed lines like it was hopscotch. Therefore, nobody in their family wanted anything to do with them, cutting all ties. However, he has an older sister. Other relatives took her in before all the drama and estrangement. His sister and her relatives probably don't know about Lincoln's existence. BRita and BLynn wanted a son anyway, so adopting him was a simple decision. It was one of the best decisions they made.
Lincoln yawned as the food coma settled in. He reached for his plate to put in the sink, only for BLori to take it.
"Don't worry, we got it," The eldest child smiled. He did the cooking, so it's the least she can do.
"You're exhausted. Get ready to wash up, okay sweetie," BRita commented, viewing his exhausted eyes. He's going to a food coma soon.
"Okay, mom," Lincoln yawned as he got up from his chair. The girls were stunned, silent at his reply. Did he?!
"Did you just call her mom?"
"Yeah, who else would she be?" Lincoln shrugged, raising his brow. This must be the first time he called her that.
"Then that means. . .," His sisters' eyes began to fill with joyful tears.
"Yes, you're my sisters," Lincoln confirmed straightforwardly.
"LINKY," They all tightly embraced him, with him at the center.
"Oh geez," Lincoln whispered, under the group hug and sobbing from his sisters. Great, now he's getting mascara on him. He dragged himself out of their bind and went upstairs. Some are still crying joyfully at his declaration as he closes the door behind him. Lincoln briefly analyzed his appearance. He's thinner and pale. What happened to this version of himself?
"You've endured a great deal of tragedy, my brother," BLisa said, peeking her head through the door crack. His eyes widened. That would explain the recent adoption.
"What about my biological parents?" Lincoln wondered. Are they dead, or has something prevented them from taking care of him?
"What about them?" BLisa sneered at the thought of those poor excuses of parents. Her aggressive tone took Lincoln aback. "They're not important," She concluded. Lincoln nodded to avoid the conversation. It must've been horrible if it had gotten Lisa angry. "I'm working on the device that your Lisa requires," BLisa revealed, adjusting her glasses and directing attention to more important topics.
"Why can't she make it? Aren't you two the same?" Lincoln questioned. Both are utter geniuses and virtually the same person. What's the difference between them? Is it their specialties?
"Technically, but the technologies are different,"BLisa answered with a so-so gesture. Lincoln opened his mouth to answer but couldn't counter her point. Perhaps there's a part she needs, but the technology in his dimension hasn't reached that point yet. "There's not much time,"
"What?" Lincoln questioned as his heart raced. What does she mean by that?!
"Well, you see, my dear brother," BLisa started direly. "If you spend too much time in an alternative universe, your memories start to fragment," She warned, tapping her forehead to demonstrate her point. That's why she and the other Lisa can't stay in other worlds for extended periods. Although some worlds are her dreams, it's not worth the risk. "You'll eventually forget who you are. Then all of your memories, even personality, will be replaced by your equivalent," She concluded, letting everything settle in his brain.
"Oh shit," Lincoln muttered about the dire implications of his mission. He'll start to lose himself?!
"Oh shit indeed," Lisa repeated with a nod. "Also, we need to update your wardrobe. Orange is your color, after all, my dear brother." She smiled, tugging on his red jacket.
The weekend arrived as the BLouds did their shopping. They were extremely excited about Lincoln getting new clothes, especially Leni and Lola. His faded red jacket was getting old. Clothes were the most outmost expression of a person. Getting rid of his old clothes marks a new stage of his life. Each member of their family has a signature color. It's time for his own. The sisters debated what his iconic color should be. Some suggested another shade of blue, but others countered as they had two blues with Lori and Lana. White or grey was an option until Lisa suggested orange. Leni, Lori, and Lola were the fashionable people in their family. They agreed and searched. It took them all day to craft a suitable wardrobe for him, but it was worth it.
The drive to school was uneventful. Yet Lincoln couldn't help but wonder how much has changed in this new universe. His friends, teachers, classmates, and other impactful events. BLisa told him he was somewhat younger but was still in the 5th grade with Agnes Johnson. He's been enrolled in RWES for barely a year. Lincoln exhaled softly at the reassuring information. That still leaves his friends. Wait, that means he's the new kid unless Stella was here.
Lincoln and his younger siblings exited the van and went into the building. BLisa and BLucy held his hands as the twins pouted, wanting a turn with their brother. Students whispered about Lincoln's new attire. Although it wasn't new for Lincoln. His clothes were similar to when he was back in his dimension. He had his trusty orange hoodie, but this one had white accents on the arms and back. Nothing changed about the jeans. It's jeans. What can you do to make jeans unique? Finally, his shoes. They were solid obsidian with vermillion laces.
"Have a good day, Lincoln," BLucy smiled, releasing his hand as she and the twins entered their classrooms. It's him and BLisa. She squeezed his palm as he gazed at his classroom door.
"Don't worry," BLisa encouraged with a smile. He nodded. Lincoln entered his classroom as Agnes greeted him with a wave.
"Good morning, Lincoln," His homeroom teacher greeted. Her eyes glimmered with a smirk at his outfit. "Oh, someone went shopping," She smiled at Lincoln's improved dress. Orange is an excellent color for him. Her brow raised. Lincoln appeared much different compared to how he was before the weekend. He stood straighter with rousing confidence and determination. His relaxed posture told her everything she hoped to see in him. He found his place.
"Good morning, Ms. Johnson," Lincoln smiled, raising his hand and quickly glancing at it. Scars? They were small and faint as they healed over time. This must be what BLisa meant about his . . . parents. He frowned briefly, putting his hand back into his pocket. As with his sisters, Agnes' attire didn't change. She wore her classic green turtleneck sweater and dark green skirt. However, like his family, her skin was a dark brown, and a pencil kept her puffy bun steady.
He paced his desk, where Clyde happily waved at him. Lincoln smiled. They're still friends, even in different universes. Lincoln's eyes widened. His blood chilled at the sight of her. Cristina or her equivalent. She had deep brown skin and had twin dark puffs as a hairstyle. What was she doing in here? That means she didn't transfer from the class, and Ronnie Anne must still be in her classroom. Or she already moved.
Cristina's brown eyes meet with his blue ones. Lincoln wondered. Will she avert her eyes like she did before?
No.
Cristina beamed with crimson-illuminated cheeks as she waved to him. Lincoln blinked owlishly as he waved back. This was new. The bell rang for school to begin.
Lunchtime arrived. Of course, Chandler was a total soggy douchebag, with Lincoln being his primary target. However, he wasn't his dimension's Lincoln. Lincoln countered by covering his nose, telling Chandler that he was talking too much from that sideways ass crack he called a mouth.
Several people laughed at Lincoln's comeback as the local rich kid's face raged red. Chandler attempted every verbal dirty trick to regain dominance. Lincoln's biological parents, adoption, his clothes, etc. However, Lincoln retorted with brutal efficiency. Each word was a bitter puncture wound that could never properly heal. Telling Chanlder that his only value is his 'father's' money or that his parents don't care about him even to buy genuine name-brand apparel, yet he's showing off like it's the real thing.
Chandler snapped, sucker-punching Lincoln when his face turned away. He smiled at his cheap victory, but Lincoln's low, haunting laughter drained all the color from his face. Chandler's weak punch barely moved the punch from Lincoln's cheek.
"You probably shouldn't have done that," Lincoln warned with eerie dead eyes. His fist crushed Chandler's nose with a precise yet savage punch. They stared aghast as the redhead flew at least a meter from the strike. Was Lincoln always this strong?! Chandler breathed heavily and frightfully, wiping his bloody nose as pain echoed in his nerves. Blood? Lincoln gazed blankly and gestured with a bloody hand for him to fight. Chandler yelled, falling into Lincoln's trap.
Various students formed a circle and cheered like they watched a gladiator fight. Chandler pushed his body to the limits. He was punching the air, but the air punched back with stormy force. Lincoln danced around Chandler, evading with graceful flare and dreadful retribution.
Huggins' stern voice swiftly ended the confrontation as the students parted away. Lincoln released Chandler as he slumped to the cold tile floor and stepped back. The principal demanded the boys to follow him into his office.
Chandler attempted to spin a story about him being the victim, but Lincoln defended himself, saying Chandler attacked him first. Each of them started to argue when BLisa entered the room with evidence in Lincoln's defense. Soon, their parents entered the room, but Chandler broadly smirked when his father talked using bogus statements or whatever.
Lincoln and BLisa shared a knowing glance. He raised his hand, revealing a thick white envelope. Chandler's father patted his coat in shock, demanding how and when he got the envelope from him. Lincoln ignored him, opening the envelope, showing the fat stack of cash and a cheque with Wilbur Huggins's name on it. BRita, BLynn Sr., and Cheryl gasped, viewing the pale and sweating principal suspiciously. They demanded what this was all about and threatened to call Superintendent Chen.
A booming slam on the desk halted their heated demands. Lincoln gently pushed the money to his principal. He utters three haunting words.
"Take the cheque," Lincoln urged with the most terrifying smile that no child should have. "Take. The. Cheque," He demanded, louder and more forceful than the last. Wilbur's blood froze, his aging heart racing to Mach 5 from Lincoln's pure malice. He's a child! Why is he making him feel like this?!
"What's wrong, Wilbur?" BLisa taunted as her shining glasses stared at her principal. "Life flashing before your eyes. Is the thought of everything coming to an end?" She mocked as she counted the moment. A few thousand dollars are in the envelope with the cheque as an additional several thousand. "The reveal of your image of old school disciplinarian is a total fabrication where your true self is a weakling that'll turn a blind eye with each zero," News headlines repeated for weeks and months as Wilbur's blank and shameful face was exposed for the entire state and country to see.
"It's your choice how your career ends. A long, upstanding career with awards in your name or a swift, dizzying disgrace because you showed more loyalty to a man who won't even hire you as a cleaner," Silence echoed in the quiet room as they all awaited his decision. Wilbur's twitching hands remained on the desk. "Let's go, Lincoln," BLisa scoffed, rolling her eyes with her brother following her, leaving the adults and Chandler alone.
Things remained quiet. Nothing from Huggins but repeatedly made generous announcements for school events in hopes of distracting the students. Chandler remained frustratingly humbled about the entire experience. However, things weren't looking good for him. His peers mocked him while losing his status at school, with news around his parents getting demotions. Chandler glared at Lincoln, promising revenge.
He did. With what exactly? By piloting a freaking mecha suit and launching an attack on the school against Lincoln and everyone who laughed at him. He attempted to give a speech, but Lincoln and BLisa weren't in the mood today. Both systemically dismantled the mecha suit, using some of Lisa's gear and robots to help while Lincoln did the damage. Therefore, the school was canceled for the week to conduct repairs and investigations.
Lincoln relaxed in his room after that when BLisa knocked on his door. She held a reinforced boxy container.
"It's done. Chandler's mecha had the right components for the device," BLisa explained. She could make it herself, but they likely had some form of patent. There's something even she won't mess with.
"Is that why I was sent here?" Lincoln predicted. He humiliated Chandler, forcing him to use company materials and allowing the Lisas to do their work.
'Yep. His father's former employer had the precise engineering we needed," BLisa agreed.
"What is it?" Lincoln asked as they went into her room. He should know why he was sent here.
"An engine or a generator for one of her vehicles. I think she's planning something for you," BLisa answered, whispering that last part.
"Awesome!" Lincoln yelled before giving his little sister a hug. She hugged him back with a gentle smile. The portal was fully charged and stable. Ready for him to jump in. "I'll see you later, Lisa," Lincoln grabbed the box and jumped into the portal.
"Please be safe, Lincoln," BLisa muttered, waiting for everything to be normal.
Lisa waited for his return. She checked her watch as barely a minute had passed. Lincoln jumped from the portal holding the container.
"One device hot and ready for a Lisa Loud," He announced, holding it up like a pizza.
"That would be me," Lisa chuckled as she took it from him. She had something planned for him in the future, but it wasn't ready yet. Thankfully, it's one of her safer creations.
"Is there another mission for me?" Lincoln questioned. He was pumped for another one, as traveling to other dimensions is a great way to combat his art block.
"Not right now, but can you please get something for me?" Lisa requested, pointing to one of the shelves. He shrugged and went to the shelves. She gazed forlornly as the flash stunned and temporarily blinded him. Lincoln went to the floor blank to the world. She got TODD to carry him to his room. "I'm so sorry, Lincoln," Lisa muttered with tears in her eyes.
Lincoln woke up a few minutes later, scratching his head about that weird dream. Lisa knocked on his door, stating that she was hungry. He rolled his eyes and took her hand as they went downstairs together. Lincoln analyzed her expression as it puzzled him. It's like she wants to say something to him. His best guess was two words.
I'm sorry.
AH! I'm finally done with this chapter, fresh into the new year. You even got some lore with this update. Keep watch for some of my one-shots and other potential stories.
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