CHAPTER 31: BREAK ON THROUGH
[Soundtrack Cue: Sting - Shape of My Heart]
Once, Lincoln Loud had confidence in himself as a young, budding man and had confidence in his life
He believed that he finally had his purpose in life fulfilled; to be the superhero known as Ace Savvy and defend the city of Royal Woods against whatever threat may come its way. The love of superheroes he had instilled him since he was a baby boy had finally come to life for him to live out, and he could live out his wildest fantasies.
But, now, he no longer has his drive.
The rival superhero known as Silver Sentinel had driven him to end his career as a superhero, having instilled in him a fear of failure and the threat of a trauma that would last him a lifetime. His sisters did not accept his decision to quit, not even after the vast amounts of money he had earned then given to them, leaving only more disappointment in his family.
Worst of all, Ronnie Anne Santiago, the girl he loved most, and the one that he had finally managed to obtain a stable relationship with again, had rejected him after his cowardly decision to end being Ace Savvy. Viewed in her eyes as nothing more than a sellout, she had just walked away, leaving him to reflect on his status with only one word to describe it:
'Loser'.
Having a strong fear of being labeled as such his whole life, Lincoln never felt any such pain as being labeled as his one and only fear, especially from a girl who once loved him. Trying to take his mind off the sorrow flooding his heart and mind now, Lincoln walks the streets of Royal Woods alone, hoping to remove the cloud from off his head with a walk for clarity.
His clarity is not only not found within his mind, but there also is no clarity within the skies. Just as a dark cloud rains over his head mentally, several dark clouds gather and rain over his head literally, but he does not care. Right now, he has no such care for the weather or any other things in his way.
He wishes he could say that he has no care for what onlookers say, but he does indeed care, far too much than he should. Becoming a celebrity with his new public status, every passing Royal Woodian looks on him with a mixture of looks; each different than the other, but none anything near positive or supportive.
A few onlookers, fans of the Ace Savvy franchise, give some enthusiastic looks, but only towards the character he portrayed and not the Ace Savvy that truly stood for justice. Others gave demeaning sneers; still not forgiving of his failures during his time as a hero and loyalists to Silver Sentinel. Some look upon him in shame; viewing him as a coward for abandoning the cape.
It is the last of this list that give him worse feelings over his decision, and these reactions that worsen the fear in his mind. On every corner, he sees numerous Ace Savvy items for sale; toys, t-shirts, comic books, and other memorabilia, and every wall of every store has some kind of poster, whether it be for his upcoming film or just advertisements for his franchise in general.
Before, he looked upon these items with pride, happy to see him become the new face of the hero he had grown up with and enlightened to finally be loved in the public eye. But he only now realizes that this love means nothing in truth; the hype and popularity he received being hollow and meaningless compared to the love of others much closer in his life, like Ronnie Anne once was.
Now, after trying to run from the label of being a loser for so long, he wears this label clearer than ever; all hope in his life for redemption lost.
"HEY! Will you turn that crap off?! I'm trying to get a little peace and quiet here!" Lincoln shouted.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
"That's better. Now, if only I can just-" Lincoln began to say.
Upon trying to take his next step, Lincoln came face-to-face with The Guy; appearing once again out of thin air to help the main character progress the story correctly. Where his sudden appearance usually got a yelp or scream from Lincoln, he just looked on with annoyance, not taking him seriously.
"Now what? Let me guess, you want to make me screw my mom next? Oh, no, wait, wait, you want my dad to molest me? Ooh, no, wait, Pop-Pop? You can go ahead if you want, you really can't get any worse than what you almost did with Lily. Besides, I'm not in the mood for your games right now." Lincoln said.
"I'm not here for that, I just wanted to let you know that the writer wasn't too happy with you stopping the music. That's his favorite Sting song, and it was in one of his favorite movies, Leon the Professional. Plus, it had some card metaphors in it, he thought it'd work real good." The Guy said.
"Well, I'm not wanting to deal with the story right now, so, why don't you just go away, or, whatever?"
Lincoln attempted to walk away from The Guy, hoping to continue his moment of peace, but was met with the self-insert within the instant of turning around.
"You just don't get it, do you, kid? You can't just walk out of your own story. You're the main character. A story's not a story without a main character. Even if you don't think you're doing anything important, what you do still affects the rest of the story as a whole. Something so simple as taking a shit can have consequences if the writer puts it in the story. Of course, you remember that firsthand with the Pernicious Pizza coming back as Die-Arrhea, don't you?" The Guy said.
"Well, I don't care about the story! I've had it with your stupid deconstruction and post-modernism crap trying to tell me what my purpose is and trying to get me to do whatever you want! All I wanted was to just entertain kids on Saturday mornings, but, no, people like you have to come in with your own cockamamie stories, thinking your ideas are better. All my show was about was me trying to survive a family of 10 sisters! It was supposed to give kids a slice-of-life ordeal of family life and make them laugh a little. Why do you have to shove this superhero crap into this?!" Lincoln asked.
"Well, as I recall, in the show, you always felt a little depressed about your sisters having a talent and passion where you didn't, right? You got one that perfectly fits with your life, don't you? Maybe our ideas are just supposed to expand a little on the show itself; ask and answer some questions that nobody thinks of and see where it goes. Isn't that the basis of all stories? To find a conflict and try to resolve it?"
"But why me? I'm just a kid's cartoon. Why not write about a movie or a book? You know, something that adults might want to read? Adults don't care at all about kids' shows like mine."
"But they do, almost as much, if not more, than the other stuff. Last I checked, I don't recall it being illegal to like something made for an target audience that you don't belong in. Why do you think a bunch of grown men liked My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic when it came out? Why do you think Americans are obsessed with anime? Why do you think non-Italian horror enthusiasts like Italian cannibal and zombie movies? Good media has no age, gender, national, or even temporal boundaries. That's why obscure movies that came out decades ago can still be found and enjoyed thoroughly now. That's why anime fanbases are as big in America as they are in Japan, if not bigger. That's why the writer liked your show, kid. He enjoyed it for what it was, and he saw some potential for much more. He genuninely likes you as a character, and he believes that you deserve to be held up as a great cartoon character. All he's been trying to do is show that to other people the way he sees it, in hopes that other can see you in a better light."
"That's... a pretty well-thought out reason... but, still, why superheroes? I mean, I love Ace Savvy, but becoming him seemed a little far, even for me."
"Why not superheroes? If anything, it's the oldest form of storytelling: Two powerful beings, one good, one evil, and the good has to beat evil. It exists in even the oldest forms of religion and mythology: Hercules, Achilles, and Thor. That's the original Norse god, not the Marvel one. That same method of storytelling continued on and on throughout the years; eventually becoming the modern-day comic book. A hero, and a villain. A protaganist, and an antagonist. That's all you need."
Hearing a problem within the reasoning of The Guy, Lincoln paused himself for a brief moment, realizing that there was something missing from the very story he was in.
"Hey, wait a minute. If this is a superhero story, then I should have an antagonist to fight against, as in, one antagonist, right?" Lincoln asked.
"Ye... Yes?" The Guy asked.
"But all the guys I've fought off couldn't have been the main bad guy, because I beat them all easy, right?"
"Uh... Yeah, what's your point?"
"So, I haven't met the main bad guy yet, haven't I?"
"Well... Uh... Maybe you have... But..."
"But what? Who's the bad guy?"
"I can't tell you that, man."
"And why not? Like you said, you need me to progress through the story, and the story involves me beating this bad guy, right?"
"Yeah, but I can't just tell you who he is, that'll completely take away the whole journey of having to do so. How's the reader supposed to get any enjoyment out of that?"
"Well, they can- Wait, does the reader know who the bad guy is? Like, is it known to them, but not me?"
"Uh... Yeah, I guess I can tell you that. Yeah, they can."
"Hmm..."
Thinking carefully on how to discover who his primary villain is, Lincoln concocted an idea on how to resolve the story the easy way without having to go through any hassle. While able to do many things by the powers of the writer (me), one thing I did not give him the ability to read minds, leaving The Guy confused as to what Lincoln was contemplating.
"Uh... Kid, what are you thinking?" The Guy asked.
"I can break the 4th wall well enough, maybe, instead of just recapping the story every now and then, I can actually put it to good use. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a friend to visit." Lincoln said.
Having a plan to discern the identity of his antagonist, Lincoln began darting himself down the street, having a newfound drive to complete the story and end his affairs as a whole. Still unsure of what the white-haired boy was planning, The Guy was left concerned and still baffled as to what he could possibly do.
"Oh, no, what did I just do?" The Guy asked.
And if you're wondering how I could've allowed this to happen when I have full control of the story, I reiterate once again:
'Shut your goddamn mouth or I'll sodomize you with a pineapple'.
Some ways across Royal Woods, as Lincoln made his way to this house, a package had been delivered to this location as well. Arriving at the abode of the McBrides was a very large box, a postman ringing the doorbell to verify the arrival of the parcel. Harold McBride, the one half of the McBride adults better suited to most social situations calmly, opened the door, verifying the package.
"Package for a Clyde McBride?" The postman asked.
"Oh, that's my son, I'll sign that for you." Harold said.
Signing the form to receive the package, the postman left the large box on the doorstep, bidding Harold a good day and taking away his handtruck. Not understanding what his son could have possibly ordered that would necessitate such a large box, Harold scratched his head in confusion trying to answer his question, before calling out to Clyde to answer it for him.
"Clyde, son? Your package is here, what did you-" Harold began to call.
Before Harold could finish his sentence, Clyde rushed in and grabbed the box, picking it up off the ground and quickly carrying it to his room.
"THANKSDADIWASWAITINGFORTHISFORDAYSDON'TBOTHERMEI'MGOINGTOBEUSINGTHISFORAWHILEANDIDON'TWANTTOBEINTERRUTPED!" Clyde ranted.
Taking the large package to his room and slamming the door behind him, Harold received no answer to his question, leaving him all the more confused as to what his son could have possibly ordered. While trying to contemplate what Clyde might have ordered, Howard approached his husband with a credit card bill in his hand, showing a rather large sum of money that was spent on it.
"Hare-Bear? Did you purchase something on our credit card recently?" Howard asked.
"What do you mean?" Harold asked.
"Well, I've got a purchase here from some company in Japan I've never heard of that cost $2,000."
"$2,000 dollars?!"
Looking at the bill in disbelief, Harold found the sight of the bill all the more unbelievable, even when staring right at it.
"Harold, you didn't make this purchase?" Howard asked.
"No... but I just received a package that was under Clyde's name, and it was nearly as big as I was. He just grabbed it and took into his room." Harold said.
"So, Clyde bought something? What the heck could he have bought for that much money?"
"I don't know, he said he didn't want to be disturbed for a while with it. I haven't the foggiest."
"You don't think it's something that could hurt him, could you?"
"No, Howie, Clyde's a reasonable boy. I'm sure he wouldn't have bought something unless it was absolutely important."
Meanwhile, in the room of Clyde McBride, the aforementioned boy shut the door tight and locked every deadbolt installed secure, ensuring that no one would interrupt him using his new delivery. Taking a safety scissor in hand (since his parents did not even trust him with a butter knife, much less a boxcutter), Clyde opened up the cardboard box, revealing the contents within.
"Oh, my love, how I've waited for your arrival." Clyde said.
Inside the box was a lifelike replica of Lori Loud, built into the form of a sex doll; dressed in a red lingerie to Clyde's tastes. Licking his lips at the sight of the arrival of his new toy, Clyde began to undress himself down to his underwear, wishing for some foreplay and role-play with his doll.
"Hi, Lori. I didn't see you standing there. I must say, that's an... unusual dress you have on. Why, yes, this is my room, I'm glad you like it. I do try to keep it looking nice... for the ladies. What ladies? Well, I'll be honest, none so far. None could... reach me in the way you do. What? Why, Ms. Loud, you're trying to seduce me, aren't you? Well, I suppose I am, too. We're only human, after all. What's that? Enough talking? Take me now? Why, Lori, you have no idea how long I've waited for you to hear those words. Now, I don't think I'll be waiting any longer." Clyde said.
Caressing his Lori doll in his hands, Clyde began passionately kissing it, imagining that the doll was the real Lori for his own fantasies. Sticking his tongue down the mouth of the doll, Clyde made sure to lubricate it well, making it ready for another of his sensitive parts to be inserted into.
Laying the doll on his bed and continuing his foreplay, Clyde fondled the soft breasts of the doll, giving both each a light squeeze with his hands. Having finished his foreplay with his toy, Clyde's hands finally but briefly removed themselves from the doll; soon to return after one quick change.
"I think you're warmed up enough. Now, I'm going to make you forget all about Bobby once and for all. Like they say: Once you go black, you never go back." Clyde said.
Pulling down his underwear to ready the tool for its usage on the doll, Clyde would soon find his play interrupted by the sound of his door busting open. With his underwear down with his buttocks exposed to the open door, Clyde turned to see Lincoln busting down the door brashfully, needing his assistance in an affair pertraining to the story.
"Clyde, listen, I need your help, I found out... how... to..." Lincoln trailed.
Upon seeing the state of his best friend in an embarrassing position with a life-like replica of his eldest sister, Lincoln's rushed and excited face quickly turned to a wide-eyed state of shock. Witnessing not only a half-dressed replica of his eldest sister on Clyde's bed, but also said best friend's buttocks exposed bare, Lincoln quickly understood what he had just barged in on.
And, additionally, why the concept of knocking before entering exists.
"Uh... This isn't what it looks like?" Clyde stammered.
A short while later, after the traumatic sight was removed from his eyes, Lincoln brought Clyde up to speed on the idea that had went through his head; explaining how they had not yet faced their main antagonist. While always skeptical of Lincoln's awareness of the 4th wall, Clyde always had faith in his plans and ideas, and was always more than ready to continue on being One-Eyed Jack.
"So, basically, you think that there's still a main bad guy out there we still have to face?" Clyde asked.
"Yep. All the people we've been fighting were just the small fry; we need to find out who the big cheese is, and beat him." Lincoln said.
"But how are we supposed to find him? We don't even have a clue as to where to look."
"I do. If the bad guy wasn't revealed to us, then he surely must have been revealed to the viewer at some point. So, all we have to do is take a look at what they've seen, and we know who to go after."
"Assuming I'm with you on the whole '4th wall' stuff, how are we supposed to do that?"
"Simple. Open up your web browser, go to and look up 'The Loud House: Ace of Spades'."
"Uh... How is looking up someone's fanfiction going to help us?"
"Trust me, Clyde, just do it."
"Okay, man, whatever you say."
As Clyde made his way to his computer and searched up the contents as requested, The Guy materialized himself before Lincoln Loud once again, questioning his methodology as well as giving some brief mockery of it in hopes of cutting it short before it could lead to any problems.
"C'mon, kid, really? You really think that the writer's going to make your 4th-wall awareness let you read the story you're in? You're crazy." The Guy said.
"It's definitely worth a shot." Lincoln said.
"Pfft. If you say so, kid. Just don't be surprised when you don't-"
"Found it!" Clyde shouted.
Hearing Clyde let out his call confirming his discovery of the story, The Guy found himself to be the one surprised; his head snapping towards the boy on his computer in disbelief. Lincoln, his plan coming into action, rushed to the computer, ready to find the answer to the question of the main antagonist's identity.
"Great, Clyde, let's read it through." Lincoln said.
"Okay, even if I could buy that you somehow found the story, what good is that going to do you? You're still in the middle of it being written." The Guy said.
"But we can go back and see what's already been written. Maybe the reader got shown something we didn't. Clyde, click on it."
Clicking on the link as requested, Clyde sent their internet surf moving through the darkest, muddiest waters that the world wide web had to offer: Fanfiction-dot-net; a website so bad, it won't even let me write its name into the story.
Home of amateur writers and wanna-be novelists that create subpar, second-rate works of fiction based on their favorite properties and franchises, people can take whatever piece of fiction that tons of people love and completely desecrate it into horrible narratives that borderline on being pornography, and some that far exceed that border into heavy fetish territory.
While many morons and sick bastards like yourselves read through excrement in word form for mindless entertainment and/or create it to make other people suffer whatever traumatic pain that exists in their lives as they do, Lincoln and Clyde are forced to read through one of the absolute worst writers that the site has to offer: The original writer of this story.
Clicking on 'The Loud House: Ace of Spades', Lincoln and Clyde began reading through the subpar literary work of the loser that created this bullshit, now having suckered two other morons into reading the story for his own sick pleasure of making people lower their standards in entertainment.
And if you are wondering how any of this shit works, I say again:
'Shut your goddamn mouth or I'll sodomize you with a pineapple'.
Reading through, they begin at the prologue, making sure to spare no detail of the story for information:
Childbirth is a miracle.
This is a saying that has been repeated time and time again by the human race, promoting families and the prospect of bringing children into the world for the future.
There are some that dismiss this notion, mainly men and women more interested in their own personal lives, sometimes the occasional antinatalist who despises children and all association with them, and all dismissing the notion as an old wives' tale or an empty platitude created by capitalists seeking out future customers or employees.
For the married couple known as Lynn and Rita Loud, these notions could not be further from their own philosophy, having went through at least 6 so far now. Always having a desire for children before either had even met one another, their love and marriage making the arrival of children all but inevitable.
Their desire for children, however, might have proved to be a slight too zealous, resulting in a total of 6 children to this day, with a 7th and perhaps more on the way. Their love and desire for a family showed itself to be a strong factor than they had anticipated, as well as their Abstinence-Only sex education as children.
But probably most likely the Abstinence-Only sex education.
On this snowy Christmas Eve night in Royal Woods, Michigan, the family finds itself working through another holiday together, the family living up to its name of 'Loud'. With half a dozen young children on Christmas Eve, this night may be holy, but it is nowhere near silent. Just ask Bud Grouse down the street, he's never slept once since the Louds moved in.
The 6-year old Lori, the firstborn of the group, texts a boy named Bobby Santiago on a flip-phone; the two vicariously sharing their Christmas Eve nights with one another.
Baby Ronnie Anne just went to bed. You wouldn't believe how fussy she was to get to sleep. Just wait until she hits those teen years. Bobby texted.
"Bobby, that is literally the most adorable thing I have ever heard! My baby brother Lincoln's being pretty fussy right now, too. I bet the two are going to literally be best friends, or maybe even like us someday." Lori texted aloud.
Nobody could ever be like us, babe.
"Oh, nobody could ever be like us, Bobby Boo-Boo-Bear."
"Ugh, I see why you hate this guy. I'd be angry at putting them together, too. It should be me texting her." Bobby said.
"Clyde, you probably weren't even born yet, much less know how to use a phone. Let's just keep going." Lincoln said.
Watching the two youths somehow break through the 4th wall to read the very story they were in, The Guy was being sent into a frenzy of confusion. Unable to comprehend how the boy was able to observe the very story he was in, much less how the writer could allow it, The Guy tried to cope with the confusion by beating his head against the wall.
Lincoln and Clyde searched onwards for the answer to find the identity of the antagonist, all while Lincoln ignored the breakdown of The Guy. Skipping through some number of chapters ahead, Lincoln came to a particularly disturbing portion with Clyde, receiving yet another unwanted image detailing his obsession with Lori.
Picking up the Lori doll and giving a twisted smile towards it, Clyde no longer began speaking to the Lori doll through his own doll, but directly to it.
"Oh, I know, Lori. I know you can't get enough of me. That's why I'm going to make sure I'm with you all the time. I might not be there physically, but a part of me'll always be with you. Or, several parts over time, I should say." Clyde said.
Placing the Lori doll inside a glass jar, Clyde unzipped his pants, preparing to commit a horrific act commonly seen on the bowels of the internet, also known as 4chan.
Quickly taking the mouse in his hand and frantically clicking at the 'next chapter' button as much as he could, Clyde took the page far away from that particular chapter as possible, not wanting Lincoln to see the horrors he would have committed had he not arrived soon after that part.
"Uh, no, no, no, let's just- Let's just go past that part. In fact, let's never, ever read that again for the rest of our lives." Clyde said.
"Clyde, stop clicking, you're going too far into the story!" Lincoln protested.
Before Lincoln was able to stop Clyde from progressing too far into the story, the boy had brought them both to the very current moment in time; both sitting at his computer desk and reading through the very story as you have just done. Looking back and forth at the reader and the screen, both came to realize where they were in time, and all past skepticism Clyde reserved about breaking the 4th wall were all long gone.
"Whoa... Is this how you see the world, Lincoln?" Clyde asked.
"Uh... No, Clyde, I've never been this far outside the boundaries of fiction like this before." Lincoln said.
"Man, looking at this is making my head hurt."
"Me, too. Let's go back; we're way too far, anyways."
Clicking back as requested, the temporal and fictional paradox had come to an end, putting the two back on their search as assigned. Upon reaching the last of one of the last chapters in the story, the two finally seemed to find a clue to the identity of their antagonist.
Reaching Chapter 29: 'Selling Out, Part 1', Lincoln brought the two up to the last conversation that he and Silver Sentinel had, and progressed the story to the hideout of the villains. Finally striking gold, Lincoln had his friend put a stop to their chapter-skimming to read more carefully.
"Here! Right here! There's got to be something here to tell us who the bad guy is." Lincoln said.
"So, then, uh... What do we do now, boss?" Killer Crab asked.
"Now? Well, my comrades, after you've been so very patient for so very long..."
The leader now no longer hid within the shadow; allowing his face and figure to finally come to light. Allowing his body to come through the darkness, the shaded black silhouette of his body soon turned to a metallic, sparkly silver, shining against the lighting of the warehouse.
With the shiny superman finally showing his true face, the mastermind behind the plan gave a satisfied smile, revealing himself as Silver Sentinel.
"...this is where the fun begins." Silver Sentinel said.
Seeing the primary antagonist revealed as the Silver Sentinel, both Lincoln and Clyde were left in sheer disbelief; neither able to comprehend the fact laid out before them, even when spelled out so simply. Looking back and forth at each other, then back at the screen, they try to find some way to believe it better, but find no luck in doing so.
"I don't believe it. Lisa was right. It was Silver Sentinel." Lincoln said.
"Crap. We should've guessed as soon as he started showing up to take your job. How did we miss that?" Clyde asked.
"Well, doesn't matter now, because, now, we know what we've got to do. We're gonna go to his stupid hideout, and we're going to beat him, and we're going to save Royal Woods from his evil plan."
"But the story didn't say where his hideout is. How are we supposed to find him?"
"It said his hideout is some place in the abandoned industrial zone. We start looking there, we find him."
"Okay, cool, when should we go?"
"When do you think we should go, Clyde?"
"Uh... 3 PM tomorrow?"
"No, we beat him now. God, how have you not picked up once on any of this superhero stuff? You and I are the biggest Ace Savvy fans on the planet, but you just don't get it, do you?"
Unable to take any more of Lincoln's abuse towards him as a sidekick, Clyde let out his emotions in full, having stored in his fair share for quite some time.
"You know what, Lincoln? I've had enough of your crap! The entire time we've been fighting together, you've been treating me like and idiot! I'm sorry, but I don't have the same talent towards this as you do, okay? At least treat me like a human being for once!" Clyde said.
"C'mon, Clyde, do you really wanna do this now? When we finally found the bad guy?"
"And what are you gonna have me do? Just be a punching bag or do something else dangerous while you go in and do everything else, and then suck up all the glory?"
"What 'glory'? Everybody's been trashing on us this whole time!"
"But you became a millionaire thanks to that public identity stuff. I helped you get there, but I didn't even get a cut of the money. What kind of partner is that?"
"You barely showed up half the time, Clyde! You were always busy antique shopping and other crap like that! Don't blame me for your decisions!"
"Oh, so, then, you'll blame me for actually having a life. Well, that's fine that you can manage your regular and super-lives just fine, but I can't do it like you."
"Well, then, I'll make it easy for you: How about you just live your regular life without me having to drag you into my 'super-life', since you apparently don't have any place in mine?"
"Fine! Go ahead, I don't want to be part of it!"
"Fine! I don't need you! I'll beat Silver Sentinel all by myself."
"Fine, good luck!"
"Thanks!"
Angrily rushing out of Clyde's room and slamming the door behind him, Lincoln began storming out of the McBride house to head out and prepare himself to take on Silver Sentinel alone. As his so-called best friend began marching on his own way, Clyde folded his arms and scorned his friend, beginning to wish that Lincoln would fail in his mission.
"Pfft. Fine, 'Ace Savvy', go ahead and get yourself killed. I don't care." Clyde said.
Within an instant of saying these words, Clyde instantly backtracked on them, changing his position to the polar opposite.
"Holy crap, what am I saying?! I can't let Lincoln go off alone! I've got to help him! Wait... I can't do it alone, I can barely stand up on my own. I've got to get the girls, too." Clyde said.
Continuing on his way to the secret hideout of the supervillains, Lincoln continued to storm off towards his destination; the anger from his fight only fueling his run faster. Sharing one last word with you, the reader/viewer, Lincoln shunned off all notions and other doubts keeping him from being ready in the upcoming fight, hoping his sharing his thought with you will allow him to forget his own fears.
"Forget Clyde and forget Ronnie Anne and forget everybody else. I'm not a loser. I'm going to beat that Silver Stupidhead once and for all, and not only am I going to show the world that I'm not a loser, but I'm going to finish this stupid, insane story and get the writer to stop making me jump through all these dumb hoops. Now, first order of business..." Lincoln said.
In the room of Lana and Lola Loud, the latter of the two twins hung the suit of Ace Savvy and the baton/staff upon the wall, lamenting on the wasted efforts she had put into perfecting the look of the suit and displaying all its glamour. Lana, taking some sympathy with her less-than-sympathetic sister, tried to offer some comfort in her troubles.
"Hey, sis, what's the matter?" Lana asked.
"Oh, nothing, just all those tireless hours and effort I put into improving Linky's costume, all for naught; all for zilch, all for nada." Lola said.
"Yeah, tell me about it. I even fixed up his baton/staff thing with some harder metal, but he didn't even touch it. I just wish we could have gotten him to come back."
"I know, but 'tis all a shame, everything eventually turns to nothing in the grand scheme of-"
Hearing a quick 'woosh' through the air, the two twins turned to see what could have caused the sound to occur. Not knowing what to expect of the sound, neither had any idea what to expect of it or what it could have meant, but, with the absence of the suit and staff, as well as the window being open, it became clear what had just unfolded.
Looking to each other with wide, excited eyes and wider smiles, the twins leapt up in anticipation; both happy to see their efforts paying off after all.
"HE'S BACK! HE'S BACK!" The two shouted.
Just outside the Loud House, Lincoln Loud, putting on his costume and mask for the first time in weeks, making his grand return to the cape, gave way to the persona of Ace Savvy once again, finally ready to fight against Silver Sentinel and put and end to both his plan and to the story once and for all.
"Alright, Silver Stupidhead, you've had your fun, now, it's time to... deal out some justice." Ace Savvy said.
Elsewhere, at the unknown hideout of the supervillains, one more piece was set into play for the upcoming fight between the heroes and the villains. While all seemed to be ready to fight, there was still one more player to be set in the game, one more being that would help turn the balance in the favor of the villains.
Just outside the hideout, an interdimensional portal opened up into the air, with a human being stepping out of it. Holding his mechanical arm to his mouth, the interdimensional traveler placed a roast duck sandwich on sourdough bread to his lips, biting down on the snack. Having hunted and killed the once-living beings that comprised the meat of his sandwich, the traveler made sure to enjoy the rewards of his kill.
Where his face covered by nothing but a piece of plastic, the identity of this man was well-known to the world, but soon to be known personally by the supervillains within.
Stepping inside the warehouse, the traveler opened the door with a loud bang, ensuring to capture the attention of all those within. None of the villains might have been expecting a visitor at this hour, but they could have barely even began to imagine that this individual would show up at their doorstep.
"Hey, where the white women at?" Lars asked.
All acting accordingly to a stranger entering their hideout, the villains all took aim to the intruding Lars Rodriguez, preparing to kill him on sight. Silver Sentinel, entertaining their unexpected guest, prompted the group to lower their weapons and attacks. Wishing to know why Lars had come to their hideout, the man of silver began asking the question as such.
"Lars Rodriguez. We heard you were dead." Silver Sentinel said.
"I've been dead once already, I ain't goin' anywhere. Although, where I've just been, it pretty much was Hell, so I guess that was as close as it comes." Lars said.
"And what's your idea of Hell?"
"Twerking ducks that serve loaves of bread."
"...the hell kind of Hell is that?"
"The one I just got back from, figured out it was some kinda alternate dimension. You know, that kind of shit you see in comic books."
"I see. So, tell me, what brings you to us?"
"Well, I heard you guys were in on some big scam in this shit-hole, cracker-ass town, with plenty of money and bitches. I want in."
"Not hiring as of now. Why don't you go back to whatever hiding hole you were in?"
"I think I'd rather stay a while for some fun. Besides, I left some porn flakes on the doc's hospital bed; he's probably not too happy about that."
"...Do I want to know what 'porn flakes' are?"
"It's when you jerk off on the bed and your cum dries up and sticks to the sheets. I left a pretty load or two back there when I was trying out the arm I got."
"A simple 'no' would have answered my question. So, tell me, why exactly do you want to stay here so bad?"
"Because I've got a 12-year old virgin bitch-boy with white hair to get some revenge on. His ass is mine."
"No, he's not. He's mine." A voice said.
The new voice in the room prompted the villains to all turn towards it, finding Stella facing them with a face of disdain.
Having a facade to keep up with the general public, Silver Sentinel had an instant look of shock on his face, fearing that his plot had been or would soon be realized by the sudden uninvited guest. Keeping to his theatrical tactics, Silver Sentinel immediately rushed to Stella, placing his hands on his hips in a heroic pose.
"Why, greetings, citizen! I don't know how a sweet girl like you could've found her way here, but fear not; you've merely caught Silver Sentinel in the act of apprehending the evil cabal of villains, stand back, and I'll have these no-do-gooders put away for good!" Silver Sentinel declared.
The silver tongue of the silver superhero, effective on anyone he spoke to, was not so with Stella, who saw through his tactic immediately.
"That's not gonna work on me. Lincoln's sister Lisa figured out your game. I know you're actually working with these guys, but I don't care. That's not why I'm here." Stella said.
With his facade failing, Silver Sentinel flew down, not attempting to use his bluster anymore.
"Who the hell's this bitch?" Decibel asked.
"Who cares? Let's ice the broad." Tommy Gunn said.
"No. This one's just a kid. We don't kill kids." Silver Sentinel said.
"Speak for yourself. If you ain't gonna hire me, then let me pop this bitch." Lars said.
Lars aimed his machine-gun arm towards Stella, forcing Silver Sentinel to fly over and lower his arm personally.
"I said no. You, kid, who are you?" Silver Sentinel asked.
"My name's Stella. I'm Lincoln's girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, to be exact." Stella said.
"Oh... Alright, I see where this is going. Listen, kid, I don't know how you found this place, but you don't know what you're getting into, so why don't you go back home and-"
"No. You're not getting rid of me that easily. I want revenge on Lincoln for what he did to me."
"You want to get revenge on him for dumping you by doing a supervillain team-up? Kid, don't you think that's going a little far? If you wanna get back at him for dumping you, why not just find another nice boy and be happy with him instead, let him know what he's missing?"
"He didn't dump me. He was dating another girl at the same time as me, and the bitch he picked over me thought it would be a good idea to suck his face right in front of me."
The villains, human at their core, all groaned in pain, taking pity on the heartbroken girl.
"Ouch." Nailbomb said.
"Damn." Icebreaker said.
"What an asshole." Decibel said.
"Ooh." Killer Crab said.
"Luthario." Tommy Gunn said.
But Lars did not react to this news, instead siding with Lincoln.
"Homeboy had two girlfriends at once? Shit, I'm starting to like him now." Lars said.
"Kid, look, trust me, you don't wanna do this. People tend to make bad decisions when they're in real bad moods, and kids have to live with it longer than adults. Don't throw your life away over a stupid boy, it's not worth it." Silver Sentinel said.
"I said the reason I got here is because Lincoln's sister found out about your game here. Lincoln's been a thorn in your side the whole time, hence why you've been trying to get rid of him. How long do you think it's gonna be before he finds his way here, too? And what do you think he's gonna do when he does?" Stella asked.
Unable to argue against Stella's reasoning, Silver Sentinel no longer responded by talking her out of it, but instead towards how she could serve his needs.
"Alright, kid. You really want your revenge on him?" Silver Sentinel asked.
"Hell, yes, I do." Stella said.
"Okay. Give me your hands."
Silver Sentinel reached his hands out for Stella to take, which she did not comply with, but instead look back with confusion.
"...What?" Stella asked.
"You want revenge on him? He's got powers. You don't. But I do. I can share my powers with you." Silver Sentinel said.
"And that involves me holding your hands?"
"It's like completing a circuit. Your hands work as contact points, and I can feed my energy directly into you."
"Uh-huh. And have you ever done this before?"
"With a dog once."
"And what happened to the dog?"
"Died of kidney failure. Unrelated incident. Now, come on, do you want my powers or not? Hurry up before I change my mind."
Sighing with annoyance, Stella grabbed Silver Sentinel's hands as requested.
"Now, this is gonna feel a little weird." Silver Sentinel said.
"It already does." Stella said.
Closing his eyes, Silver Sentinel concentrated all his mental energy into his powers, focusing on moving them through his hands and into Stella. Just as decribed, the power feeds through their hands and arms like a circuit, moving through one arm and out the other in a transfer of energy.
The awkward emotions that Stella felt from holding a stranger's hands was soon supplanted by a power surging in herself, prompting her to start breathing heavily in anxiety. The feeling of power began to swell to a point where it felt like a weight within her body, making her feel heavier by the second.
"Oh, god... Oh, god... This feels so uncomfortable... I feel really heavy..." Stella said.
"That means it's working. Just hold on, we're almost there." Silver Sentinel said.
Finally, the power surged up to a point where Stella felt an overwhelming sense of weight inside her body, as if her body held more matter than it was meant to have.
"Oh, god, oh, god, I don't like this at all, I feel like I have so much heaviness in me, can we please-" Stella began to say.
Then, the weight began to carry her upwards, allowing her to take flight.
"OH, SHIT, OH, SHIT! SOMEBODY GET ME DOWN!" Stella screamed.
"That's your power of flight. Just move the 'weight' you gained down." Silver Sentinel said.
"HOW THE HELL DO I DO THAT?!"
"I don't know, you just... do it. Like you don't have to think about it."
Stella attempted to calm herself with a series of deep breaths, soon attempting his suggestion following her calming period. Focusing her attention on the weight, she began to mentally connect with it, as if exploring a new limb, and began to direct it downwards, guiding herself to the ground.
As her feet touched the ground, Stella stumbled in shakiness over the weight, but collected herself to stand calmly again.
"Whoa... Okay... That... Was something..." Stella panted.
"You'll get used to that with practice. There's plenty of other powers you have, too. We'll go over that later." Silver Sentinel said.
"Hey, man, I don't get any cool-ass powers?" Lars asked.
"No."
"Whay?! Yo, man, what the fu-?!"
Silver Sentinel flew up to Lars and covered his mouth, preventing him from saying the restrictive 'F' word. As if this story doesn't already warrant an M rating as it is.
"Shh. Children are present." Silver Sentinel said.
"Pussy. But am I on the team or not?" Lars asked.
"No, why should you be?"
"Because not only could you use some help against Snow White now that he's onto you, you could use some help, and I got a couple of party favors to do the job. One: While hopping across a few dimensions, I got myself a new arm; filled with all kinds of cool shit. Two: Also while hopping across dimensions, I made a friend, who you guys might be interested to meet."
With the 'friend' introducing himself, the group of supervillains all stared at the man in disbelief; not believing their eyes at such an event happening before their eyes.
"What- How did you find someone-" Silver Sentinel began to ask.
"A lot of dimensions weren't too different from here. So, about that 'hiring status'... How do you feel about a package deal?" Lars asked.
"Well... You know what they say, strength in numbers. I'll make an exception."