Welcome back to QTQ. Yes, this is a long chapter as it was almost 50 pages. I wanted it to be extra-long just before the Loud movie is released this week making it my longest chapter yet. Now sit back and relax to enjoy. Speaking of enjoyment, what did you think of the first three chapters of Lincoln's Logbook? Now who are the winners of the threesome. We had 16 unique voters.

The winners are Haiku in first place with 11 votes and Karate QT with 7 votes. Finally, Haiku won a poll. Their chapter will be more an AU compared to others. A bit more action packed. Six girls are off the polls so I'm reviving a special poll.

I'll take odd set of random female characters and make a new poll. That should give some characters the spotlight for a chapter. No, I'm not putting Stella or Ronnie Anne on this poll. That'll be way too easy given their popularity. Yes, it includes he hasn't met in the story yet. Vote and see who wins.

AN: Yeah um, I'm made some changes to the poll choices as they were too random so I gave them a theme or aesthetic to go on. So you guys have 10 ladies to pick from. Also there seems to be confusion about how voting works especially it's your first time voting.

I have enabled multiple selection. You can select up to Three ladies. If you want to select just one or two. That's perfectly fine. The top three ladies will get their lemons sometime in the future. Yes, I have a mix of major and minor characters. It'll give some characters a chance plus it'll be interesting to see who tops the poll

If there's a tie between some of the girls. I'll either flip a coin or make it a three-way if it's just two girls. If not a tie breaker poll. Hopefully that clears any questions about the polls.

Enjoy the chapter and let me know how the movie was. :)

AN2(8/26/2021): I watched the movie and all I have the say is WTF?! and #FuckMorag but knowing you guys, you'll want a lemon with her. Don't worry. I'll figure something out but it won't in the near future. What do I think about it? Not bad actually. The revelation that FREAKING DRAGONS exists opens a lot of doors for me and ghosts. I already had something to do with ghosts/spirits particularly Great Aunt Harriet. Now I can do it without the concept being too extreme. Also the fact that Dragons and Sea monsters actually exist in the LH universe so that comment Zach and his family going to Kentucky see Bigfoot holds some weight now.

Since the movie takes place before season 5, it helps my outline making certain plot points flow smoother but also changes it. Not by much but I'll have to deviate quite a bit. The struggles of writing a story of an ongoing show. Christ this makes the final arc even more of a mess yet more epic. Luckily I don't have worry about that for a few more years.

Furthermore, I'm taking a bit of break from QTQ to clear my head a bit and to focus on other stories and projects. I have to write an epilogue for my Infinite Startos story, Singularity. The next lemons of Lincoln's logbook to reduce the backlog. I finally published my MLP Equestria Girls story, Crystal Prison. Don't judge me. QTQ was incredibly popular taking most of my time along with college and work. Check those two stories out when you get the chance. Why? Singularity is for those who're sick and tired of cliché harem anime situations. Crystal Prison is for those who enjoyed Lincoln becoming colder and the psychological component. This has a similar premise as the first chapter is already up.

Okay enough shameless self-plugging. I wanted to give you a heads-up why updates will be slowing down in the future so I don't get those 'Please update' reviews. In the meantime, continue to vote on the poll. We currently have a tie for first place, a clear winner for second place and a five-way tie for third place. I'll disable the poll on September 4 which is next Saturday. I'll deal with any ties.

Huge shout-out for those adding to the Tv-tropes page. I love seeing new additions.

QOTD: What do you guys think of the Lincoln protection squad and who do you think is the leader?

QOTD: What 40k factions do you like? I don't play 40k but I love the lore. My favorites are the Necron, Tau(I know the hate) and Space Marines

Linkonpark100: Yes, because it makes everything a bit easier

Mr. Haziq: It'll help him a lot in future chapters and what I have planned.

Coolskelton 91: That gives me an idea.

Bryan Pacheco: The 4th wall breaks add to the narrative as it's my thoughts.

ThanosGaming: It's my job as an author to show my loyal readers a good time. Heard about that anime but didn't watch it. The Demon slayer manga was released during the setting of the story so there's a chance for him to do something similar.

looneytyne22: Thanks. I'm practicing for future stories

NiteOwl18: I have a lot of Loud House fanart which helps me create vital scenes and moments in the story. The piggyback ride and the summoning were examples of that.

DragoonKnight Agnim: Hopefully this chapter changes your mind. I didn't know that about the Nephilim. Also, I had planned for a spirit thing for Lincoln but thanks to you, I have a clearer picture of what to do.

You know what? It's been a while since we've been to Great Lake City and seen the Santaigos and Casagrandes from chapter thirteen and technically fourteen, but that was a flashback. So what's Ronnie Anne and her team of friends doing today's chapter? They were at the local park. The Latina sat down at one of the benches staring intensely at her phone while Nikki and her newest friend Sid Chang were skating on the halfpipe. It took a while for Sid to get the hang of riding a skateboard.

"There we go, Sid," Nikki commented as they drifted back and forth on the halfpipe. She checked her watch. "You've stayed on for five minutes," Nikki closed her eyes when Sid crashed into the bushes as her blue board seesaw on each side of the halfpipe. "I spoke too soon," She stopped in the middle of it. "You good over there, Chang," Nikki yelled when the Asian girl raised a leaf-covered thumb in the air.

"The leaves broke my fall," Sid replied in a strained voice as she got up. She was covered in leaves with some twigs in her hair and helmet. Along with a few minor cuts here and there. "Where's Sameer and Casey?" Sid asked while shaking off any debris as she walked over to Nikki with a purple helmet in her hands.

"Oh, they're getting hot dogs," Nikki mentioned gesturing her thumb to the two boys at the hot dog stand. She squinted her eyes at the glaring sun. "Damn, it's hot today" Nikki removed her baby blue hoodie, revealing a pink tank top showing off a bit of her navel. Eww. She's getting sweaty. "I'm going to sit down," Nikki remarked as she walked over to Ronnie Annie.

"Same here," Sid groaned with a moist forehead. She just had to wear a long sleeve today. The girls together as the boys returned with their food. "Ronnie Anne, here's your hotdog" She held it in front of her face, but Ronnie wasn't paying attention. Santiago was focused on her phone as her breath fogged the screen as a trail of drool trickled down the side of her mouth with rosy cheeks. "Um, Ronnie," Sid pushed it against her cheek, getting ketchup and mustard stains on her face. The breathing intensified. The group had the same idea as they shared a look. What is she looking at? Nikki's slender and noodly arms allowed her to snatch Ronnie's phone from her hands. She used her thumb to wipe the screen clean.

"Hey, give that back," Ronnie Anne exclaimed with a growl. But first. She grabbed her sandwich and munched it. Wait, are hot dogs classified as sandwiches? They should if peaches, apples, strawberries, raspberries, and almonds for some weird reason can be a part of the freaking Rose family of all things. Then a hot dog should be a sandwich since technically it's between two slices of bread. I know this is a strange tangent right now because you want to read the chapter, but fanfiction and writing can take you to weird places. Not that side of Youtube weird, but random trivia weird. For instance, Mountain goats aren't actually goats, and Chinese Checkers was made in Germany of all places. Okay, I'll stop for this chapter.

"We just wanted to see what made your mouth leak like a faucet, Santia-holy hot damn," Nikki teased with a shrug before her eyes settled on the phone. Her face heated up, and it wasn't from the scorching sun. It was a slow-mo video of Lincoln jumping out of Girl Jordan's pool. They watched the water droplets shake off his glistening toned body. Damn, whoever trained him deserves a raise. "So this is what you've been looking at for the last few minutes," The blonde taunted, showing the video to the Latina, who angrily blushed.

"Who's the white-haired QT?" Sid huffed and puffed, taking the phone into her scrapped hands. "He's hot" Ronnie Anne had a blankly ominous look in her eyes.

"That's Lincoln," Casey announced, biting into his cheesy hotdog with tobacco sauce

"Lincoln's hot," Sid repeated her comment while watching the video. Damn, there are some photos of him too. Those boxers fit him nicely.

"He's my best friend from Royal woods," Ronnie Anne remarked at Sid remaining her piercing stare. She would love to get her phone back, please, and thank you. Sid had her phone a little too long.

"Your best friend's hot," Sid declared once more. Ronnie Anne talked about this Lincoln Loud a lot. She always pictured him as a cute nerd. Not this cute with a much better body than what she expected.

"And technically her ex-boyfriend," Nikki revealed, causing an awkward silence as Sid's eyes bounced back Lincoln and Ronnie Anne. Well, ain't this a quinky dink. She just called Ronnie's best friend, who's also her ex-boyfriend, hot several times.

"Your ex-boyfriend is hot."Sid buckled down on her previous. It's too late now. She already called him hot in the last two minutes. Her head tilted to the side, viewing another photo. Two girls are making a duck face and peace signs with a hand on his shoulder as he sheepishly smiled at the camera. "So is he single or…." She showed her the picture. Ronnie stood up abruptly with shadows covering her eyes. "R-Ronnie," Sid stuttered with sweat as she took a step forward.

"You may want to run," Nikki whispered into the Asian's ear. Why does she need to run? Sid whimpered as Ronnie Anne cracked her knuckles with a glowing red eye. Oh, that's why. She chucked the phone back to Ronnie Anne before sprinting away.

"IT'S A SIMPLE QUESTION!" Sid shrieked, running away from this she-devil hot on her tail.

"Why the fuck is it so hot today?!" Drew grumbled himself as the blazing sun shone over him at the softball field. His pale skin and grey shirt were coated in sweat as he dragged the heavy bag of baseball bats into the equipment room. He sat down with a deep sigh, getting some shade while wiping the sweat off his forehead. The Royal woods Squirrels finished their match against Beaverton Buccaneers with 7-4 in their favor. Now he's stuck with clean-up as a part of his punishment. It's all thanks to Bumper butt-munching Yates Jr. Drew told his parents and the officials the truth. Bumper told him to do it. It didn't matter. Drew still did it while Bumper Jr. had his hands clean. He wasn't forced or blackmailed in any way. Everything for this petty scheme of sabotage and revenge against Lynn Loud Jr. was all of his own volition. Now he's paying the price for Bumper's idea. The worst part is that they don't believe that it was Bumper's idea. After getting second place in the state math bowl, he improved his math skills at the local tutoring center.

In summary, Drew got played a cheap dollar store kazoo. The crowd and the players were slowly heading their way home while he's stuck with clean-up duty. "What am I going to do?" Drew groaned as he stood brushing the dirt off his calves.

"Hey, bat breaker, these mitts won't pick up themselves," A girl with thick brown and freckles wearing a Royal Woods squirrel softball uniform yelled to Drew with some of her teammates. She held a chili dog in her hand while gesturing to the floor around her. "Chop. Chop" She clapped before taking a bite. He sighed in exasperation.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," Drew groaned as he marched to the stands. The girls left, allowing him to pick the hot brown mitts. They've been in the sun for a while now. "Man, I have to do this for the rest of the season," He complained, creating a sizable pile in his arms. Drew carried them over to a large white bin. "This is all Bumper's fault," He grumbled. There has to be a way to get back at him. Drew tossed several more mitts into the pile. But how, though? He has no allies while Bumper hides behind that slimy smile with his reputation as a straight-A student from a beloved family that's constantly involved in the community. What does Drew have? Nothing. He's known as a petty delinquent who did someone's hypothetically dirty work. "Damn it!" He started to push the bin.

"Excuse me," Paula called out to him with Margo by her side. He turned to the voice. She was a tall and slender blonde supporting herself on a crutch with one of her legs in a case. Why was she even playing in the first place? Drew doesn't know a lot about sports but he's pretty sure putting an injured player on the field is super illegal. "We know about you and Bumper Jr," The blonde announced while Drew gritted his teeth at the mention of that name. Great. What do they want this time?! Although, Paula, you need to get your leg/bones checked out. Seriously, you had that broken leg since season two, and that hasn't changed in three seasons now. It's somewhat concerning. "And we want to help," Drew turned around with a bewildered expression.

"What," Drew remarked. Why would they help? Better yet. What's the catch? "Why, though?" Margo stepped forward towards him. He took a step back because the memory of him tossing mud into her face is still a sore topic for them.

"Let's make this quick," Margo started the negotiation. "We know that Bumper put you up to this because you both hate our friend Lynn and toss you the bus when things went south," She continued. "He played you" Yep, that summarized the last time Bumper Jr. and Drew were relevant.

"To be honest. I can't believe you didn't see that coming," Paula acknowledged as Margo nodded. "He made you do all of the work while being far enough away from the scene of the crime to maintain his innocence. Now you're on clean-up duty for the next month. Yeah, that kinda stupid, my dude," Drew gets the idea, Paula. There's no need to kick him while he's down. All while rubbing the salt into the wound.

"Since you failed and being the whiny bitch sore loser that he is. Bumper Jr. is still looking for ways to get back at Lynn for getting second place at the state math bowl a while ago," Margo continued as he blinked owlishly. What?! What the fuck?! That's the reason why Bumper Jr. wanted revenge against Lynn?! All because he got second place in a fair competition.

"He never mentioned that," Drew exclaimed, raising his hands in the air. Like, dude, you lost; just accept it. What's next? Complaining to the judges and other officials for the next year despite crucial evidence that you lost.

"That's why he saw you as a useful idiot. Come, dude, think," Margo insulted him, pointing at her forehead. "So that's why you're going to help us. We have a plan. Your next line is: Why should I help you?" She predicted, although it was all Lincoln's idea. It's still fun to say it.

"Why should I help you? What the fuck," Drew said the exact before muttering in confusion. Margo and Paula fist-bumped each other.

"It's not like you have a ton of options getting out of your punishment anyways" Margo crossed her arms with a shrug. "We just need a testimony from you about what Bumper did and allow us to handle the rest. This can allow us to move much quicker so you can get out of here before the end of the year" She rehearsed the key points Lincoln told them to say. The conflicted look on his face tells her that it's working. Now the nail in the coffin. Margo leaned in. "Or you can sit here and do nothing. It doesn't matter what you do. WE have a plan for Bumper Jr. You don't. Unless you want to pick up our equipment until the end of Middle school together. Be our guest. Let's go head to Burping Burger, Paula." The squirrels turned their backs on him

"Okay, okay, okay. You win," Drew conceded in desperation as the girls smiled. Mission accomplished. Margo shook his hand. "Now what"

"We just need to get everything ready," Margo declared as Drew nodded. "Thank you for your cooperation. We'll leave you to your job," She concluded as he turned back around to push the bin to the equipment shed. "That went a lot better than I expected," Margo placed her hands on her developing hips.

"Shame that you didn't use your 'feminine charms,'" Paula air quoted as they walked off.

"Oh ha, ha, ha," Margo dryly laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, Margo, let's be real. If anyone among us has the highest chances of using their feminine charms. It's me," Paula pointed to herself. She's technically the pretty one. Lynn is tough but not that bright most times. Margo is the one with brain cells, while Polly is the one with weird powers. She thinks.

"You talking mad spicy for someone whose leg I can snap like celery," Margo threatened to the blond as she checked her phone. "Speaking of which, where's Polly?"

"Lynn had her do a favor. Something with Lincoln, I think," Paula recalled to the best of her ability.

"You think when those pictures of him at a party went viral, she had to beat girls off with her bat," Margo mentioned as they walked to the corridor. Honestly, that Adora chick did an excellent job. She can even see a bit of an ab outline. "Maybe she trusts Polly more than what we thought," She shrugged.

Polly was staking out the Atlas gym in a totally not creepy fashion from some bushes near the accompanying buildings. Lynn said that something was up with Lincoln, but she couldn't do anything about it. Lincoln is much more intelligent than he looks and would immediately know that Lynn was planning something. That's why she sent her. Lynn said that he goes to a place called Ares and Athena's arena, indicated by his black wristband. Polly stopped at Hestia's for a quick bite to eat. You can't trail someone on an empty stomach. The rollerblader strolled across one of the park areas before hiding behind a tree. Some of the occupants were wondering who this girl was before going along with their business. She found the Arena. It was a massive two-layer building coated in black, crimson, and bronze with a stylized spear and shield behind A & A with a few walls and fences. Polly sneaked around, trying to find a window. She found one as she hid behind a conveniently placed wall peeking over it. Now, where is he? "Can you see him?" Someone spoke, interrupting her thoughts. Polly turned her head and found five other girls her age doing the same thing as her. "No," A tall girl with tanned skin and black hair replied in a hushed voice.

"Who the hell are you?" Polly demanded the girl as she wanted to know. She recognized one of the girls. Haiku. The goth was Lucy's planned date for Lincoln at the Sadie Hawkins Dance. Lucy probably had the same idea. Although there's another problem. Who are the other four girls?

"Who the hell are you?" Mollie repeated in a hostile tone towards the rollerblader.

"I asked you first, beaver teeth," Polly barked at the girl.

"And I asked you second, shovel chin," Mollie matched the aggression when Haiku placed a hand on her shoulder. The goth stepped forward as the other watched the pair.

"Polly," Haiku greeted in a polite tone. The last time the two met wasn't under the best of circumstances.

"Haiku," Polly replied, maintaining their tense standoff. "I take it, Lucy had the same idea given that you're here" She analyzed the group.

"Yes," Haiku answered matter of factly. "Same with Lynn, I presume," Polly nodded. The two remained silent before engaging a firm handshake as the wind blew. Both were on the same mission. They were sent by their friends who were concerned about their only brother. Now, it is not the time for petty arguments.

"You too know each other," Stella commented at Lincoln's Sadie Hawkins dates.

"Technically," Haiku declared to the new girl.

"They were Lincoln's 'dates' for the Sadie Hawkins dance a few months ago," Girl Jordan whispered.

"Dates. Plural?" Stella asked. How did he get multiple dates for the dance? "Did his sisters have something to do with it?"

"Yep. To make a long short. They thought he was bummed out that this Ronnie Anne Santiago girl didn't ask him out to the dance when he didn't want to go in the first place," Polly explained to the Filipino. "Four of his sisters had the bright idea to set him up with a date without him knowing." She gestured to Haiku. "Lincoln told them the truth. They told him, tough luck, figure out of this mess yourself."

"Oh my god," The four girls whispered. Seriously, what is wrong with the Loud sisters? If Lincoln ever has a breakdown, they'll know why. Girls, consider yourself lucky you don't know about the 'No such luck' incident or Luan's April Fools day pranks. Honestly, when you think about it. His sisters and what he endures in school sometimes. Lincoln has a concrete villain origin story.

"Yeah, it was a dick move," Polly confirmed. Yeah, like no shit Sherlock. "His friends were dateless, so they pushed them on to us, and we still had an awesome time. You have to give it up to him for looking out for his friends," She complimented Bunny boy as she smirked. "Still wished I had more time spinning him around like a helicopter," Haiku and some of the girls glared at her. "What," She shrugged defensively when an idea popped into her brain. "I just realized something. Are Tabby and Giggles still in contact with them"

"According to Clyde, yes," Haiku remarked before thinking for a moment. "I recall that you were Rusty's girlfriend or ex-girlfriend" Polly screwed up her face in disgust

"He said I was his what?!" Polly barked at the claim. "We kissed once, but the 'Rustman' claimed he needed more than one girl to keep him in check," She mocked before gagging. Polly's going to smack the shit out of him one of these days. "So, how did you track him," Polly asked as she calmed down.

"Cristina," They pointed to the nervously grinning redhead.

"I'm not even going a-what the hell?!" Polly replied in a dull tone before glaring at the window. The girls followed Polly's action. They were alarmed to see Lincoln flying across the window, crashing into the padded wall. He slid down as a burly elderly man along with a blonde amazon were strolling menacingly towards Lincoln. The Amazon cracked her knuckles, and the elderly man smirked. Lincoln stood up with his elbows to his face as he lifted his heel, arcing his knee with a determined look. He motioned his exposed fingers in his gloved hands. Polly growled and gritted her teeth at the sight. Same with some of the other girls with their terrified expression."Not on my fucking watch," Polly vaulted over the wall as the other girls followed her.

"Glad you're still standing, Lincoln," Albert nodded along with Adora. The boy stayed on the floor in previous engagements. Now he's on his feet with his stance ready and blue eyes focused. Barely a trace of fear or hesitation. His hand made a 'bring it on' gesture. "At least we know that your balls finally dropped. Let's see how you can handle-," Albert spoke with a grin when the window slid open abruptly with six girls climbed through it

"HEY, PICK ON SOMEONE YOUR OWN SIZE!" Polly yelled, jumping on Albert's face obstructing his view as Mollie assisted her.

"Ahhhh, what the hell," Albert yelped at this strange girl on his face. Girl Jordan and Stella targeted Adora while Cristina and Haiku had escort duty with Lincoln. Albert, Adora, and Lincoln had the same thought. What the fuck is going on here?

"Lincoln, are you alright," Haiku and Cristina asked in concern. His face was coated in sweat and grime, with his soft white hair strands peeking up in a disorganized manner. Faint red blotches were on his cheeks, probably from defending himself from these barbarians.

"Yeah, I'm okay. What are you guys doing here?" Lincoln quizzed the girls as Cristina held his arm. He dealt with situations like this with his sisters already. Adora and Albert dealt with Stella, Girl Jordan, Mollie, and Polly, holding them up by their shirts as the girls continued to glare intensely at them. It wasn't hard for them. One is a six-foot-tall amazon of a woman with years worth of MMA training under belt along with abs so firm that you can grate cheese on them. Another was a retired, still physically active navy veteran who beat teams of Navy SEALs in paintball during his free time. Come on, what did they think was going to happen?

"Got my two, Albert," Adora stated, holding up Stella and Girl Jordan. "Hey cub, are these friends of yours" She questioned Lincoln as he was more confused than her.

"Yeah, they're friends of mine," Lincoln responded as Polly continued to struggle. Adora and Albert glanced at each other. All girls.

"A good selection here," Adora teased as he blushed in utter confusion.

"Wait, what?" Lincoln blurbed out to his grandfather and trainer.

"Well, you're definitely my grandson and Lynn's son," Albert chuckled at his expression. "The Loud's and Cunningham's like them spicy," He informed when Polly kicked him in the jaw, knocking some spit out. "Especially this one," The burly man raised her up a bit higher.

"Grandson?!" The elementary girls shouted at the information. They looked at Lincoln, then back to Albert, then back to Lincoln, then back to Albert. Similar hair and wearing something orange. Okay, now they can see it.

"Wait, your name is Albert Cunningham?" Polly pointed out as he nodded. "Holy crap, my gramps was in your unit," Albert titled his head as he put her down. Her grandfather was in his unit? It's been a few decades, so the memories are a bit fuzzy. "He goes by T-bone, and my grandma lives at Sunset Canyon," The skater revealed.

"Oh, your T-bone's kid and your grandma live at the retirement home," Albert replied to the message. Who could it be?

"It's Scoots," Lincoln interjected as she smiled.

"Bingo," Polly finger guns at Lincoln. Adora put the other two girls down.

"Okay, I can see that," Albert responded as the girls crowded around Lincoln. "So mini-me, care to introduce us to your lady friends," He crossed his arms along with Adora.

"These are my friends: Stella, Haiku, Mollie, and Girl Jordan," Lincoln started gesturing to his classmates. Adora raised a finger to question. "There's a Boy Jordan at our school," She mouthed, okay. "This is Cristina, and you already know Polly," Lincoln finished his introduction as the girls said their greetings. Albert and Adora observed Stella before giving each other a smirk. Lincoln knew that smirk. "Pop-Pop, no," He didn't like where this was going.

"So this is the Stella you talked a lot about," Albert pointed out as Adora snickered. Stella blushed a bit with a soft expression. He talked about her to his grandfather.

"Oh my god. We are not doing this," Lincoln groaned as they snickered.

"All I'm seeing is I see why you think she's more than a pretty face," Albert raised his hands in defense. Her face lit up like a firework. Adora, that's your cue.

"What was the name of the girl that moved away again," Adora probed in a scheming tone.

"Ronnie, why" Lincoln replied as he still didn't like where this was going.

"I'm noticing a bit of a theme here," Adora moved her hands, gesturing to Polly and Mollie. "Just saying kid,"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Lincoln rambled off as the two girls stared at each other before shrugging. He marched to the adults, disapproving of their current methods. "Why is this important, again?!" Lincoln crossed his arms. Adora leaned in, maintaining her grin.

"What? Are you saying that none of these pretty girls caught your eye," Adora speculated with a smirk. Lincoln has never been more terrified in his entire life. Six questioning gazes pierced his back, demanding to know his answer. He remained mute as his roaring heart was caught in his parched throat. His frightened blue eyes darted to the side as they awaited his reply. There's something he can do.

"I admit they're attractive, but as a man of culture. There's more to them than just their looks," Lincoln snapped his fingers to communicate with the adults. The elementary girls shared a confused look.

"Not even a little crush on one of them," Albert snapped his fingers too.

"Yeah, cub, at least one of them," Adora replied with her fingers.

"What are they doing," Cristina whispered, observing the trio.

"Morse code," Polly answered. Lincoln knows Morse Code? That's new. "It's a common form of nonverbal communication for fishermen. Even though it's officially outdated."

"Yes, I had a crush on one of them being Cristina," Lincoln answered with a soft expression. "But that didn't work too well when an embarrassing video of me kissing a bust with her photo on it," The adults gave the redhead a quick glance. "She swapped classes and avoided me like a bad smell for a while," They sucked their teeth at his tale. Cristina wondered if they were talking about her.

"Man, that sucks," Adora whispered in sympathy. "Anyone else,"

"A girl named Paige, but nothing really came out of that," Lincoln continued. Understandable as crushes come and go most of the time. "Maybe Stella to a degree," He blushed quietly. "Also, the rest of the group is pretty cool too,"

"You're pretty cool yourself, Lincoln," Polly snapped her fingers, causing him to squeak in surprise. Holy crap, she understood the conversation. Everyone stared at her. "What?" She shrugged. "My gramps was in the Navy, and he taught it to all of us,"

"So what did he say," Mollie questioned the tomboy. Polly gave Lincoln a quick side glance.

"He said we're pretty cool," Polly answered, technically telling the truth as Lincoln sighed in relief. The girls 'Awww' at him, causing him to blush again. Adora and Albert gave him a thumbs up.

"Can we go back to sparring please," Lincoln groaned with a scarlet face. Wait, sparring? They finally took a look at their surroundings, noticing the crimson and black walls and mats. Lincoln was barefoot except for the orange wrappings around his feet and ankles exposing his heel and toes. It matched his top and shorts with black stripes.

"Alright, fine, we had our fun," Adora chuckled at her student. "You girls may want to stand back," Adora gestures to the girls to take a seat. "Because of this" She and Albert's eyes sharpened as the air grew dense. They couldn't move. They couldn't breathe as it took everything of their frail bodies to even think about that possibility. Cold sweat dripped from their pale faces as the pressure crushed their throats as slowly slid their feet back. What the hell is this?! These weren't people anymore. Beasts. That's why they are. One is old, past his prime but his skills and senses remained honed by his experience, proving he still had a fight in him. The other is young, fit, and vibrant, fueled by the power of her youth with a form that can effortlessly destroy them. Their eyes held a simple message: I'll kill you.

"Oh, you started. I didn't notice," Lincoln whispered in a dull tone, checking his nails utterly unaffected by this foul aura. Albert rushed quicker than they could blink with a clenched fist at Lincoln's face. It paused mere millimeters from his cheek. He didn't flinch or move and even looked bored at this action. Albert smiled when two light taps from Lincoln's fists were against his chest. The males jumped away from each other creating distance between them. Adora handed Albert dark blue punching pads. He put them on, making sure that they're tightly secure on his hands.

"Good. Never let the enemy see you flinch or reaction," Albert instructed his grandson. The girls went to a wall and sat down. "Didn't see the chest tap there. Man, I'm getting old," He chuckled as Lincoln grinned. "Now, let's work on these combos," Albert raised his pads. The girls watched as the senior instructed his grandson, practicing his jabs, crosses, hooks, and uppercuts. Lincoln performed each strike to the letter while dodging punches that Albert threw his way. Why? You'll hardly ever get a full combo off. There's something about teaching him a move called 'The Anchor.' They don't know what it is or what it means. Lincoln rehearsed a set of punch combinations. Albert delivered his own shovel hook into Lincoln's ribcage, right jab, left jab, right uppercut, left cross, and jab. He stumbled back from the blow while holding his side. The girls stood up, ready to assist him.

"SIT DOWN!" Lincoln ordered the girls, and they did. He took a deep breath and readied himself again. Albert raised a brow when Lincoln swapped his stance. His grandson is right-handed, so why is he going for southpaw style? He didn't have the chance to question when Lincoln charged it. Albert blocked each punch with his padded hands when Lincoln made the same mistake going for a counterpunch. He tended to leave his side open during some of his punches. Oh well. Lincoln had to learn someday. Except he did. He tucked his arm back in as he slipped under Albert's jab. Clever boy. He's using feints and using them well. Wait, where's his other hand? Albert's eyes darted to his side, widening at Lincoln's incoming fist. It was too late to evade the attack; it impacted his lower jaw, forcing him back. Looks like Lincoln gave him the same treatment. Lincoln even got some applause for his little fan club.

"You're learning," Albert remarked, rubbing his sore jaw. Man, he almost knocked his dentures out. Not that strong given his age. Yet, it was swift and precise. Damn, give him a few more years, and he'll be champ-ready if he decides to go that route. "Now, let's test your holding power," Albert quizzed before spartan kicking his grandson away. Lincoln blocked most of the power from the kick as he slid back. He turned his head and drew a line with his foot as he stepped forward. "You drew a line in the sand, huh? Let's see how long you last," Albert smirked as he charged in like a raging bull. Lincoln struggled to hold him back. Come on, he's eleven years at four feet and six inches, weighing at sixty-six pounds holding back a fully grown burly veteran. It's not that easy.

"Crap, this isn't good," Lincoln thought to himself as Albert slowly pushed him to the line. He struggled with shaking knees. "There has to be something I can do right now," Alexandria popped into his head. Yes, he still remembers that kiss and copping a feel, but now's not the time for that. Maybe when it's her time for a lemon. Lincoln allowed himself to fall onto his back, bringing Albert down with him. He used his toned legs to push Albert over him, making the elder land on his back on the other side of the line. Albert brushed himself as he stood up. He nodded in approval at Lincoln.

"Alright, I'm done for the day," Albert removed his pads before smirking. "But first," He used his fingers to deliver a high pitch whistle.

"Six going in," A group of voices shouted as more people entered the room.

"Ah crap," Lincoln muttered as he quickly got up, getting into a boxing stance. Albert and Adora used their arms to block the girls from intervening. He got this. A girl with shiny white teeth and auburn hair led the assault with an aggressive haymaker. Lincoln slipped under it as he blocked a feral left. She tried to grab him, but his palm swiftly gripped her forearm, holding a firm grasp on it. He rotated his body and slammed her into another girl with golden-brown skin, a compact build, and attractive features. Two arms from a lanky male with pale skin snaked around Lincoln from behind. Lincoln stepped back, putting his foot between his holder's leg before going forward. He twisted his body while their arms were still hooked together. That's what he needed. The young girls winced at the savage double leg takedown Lincoln gave to the boy. Yeah, it was a mat but damn, that had to hurt. Polly burped a bit. Man, that gyro was fighting her right now. Two more left. Lincoln parried a jab from a tall girl with a sardonic smile and green while raising his shin to guard against a boy with brown skin, plain features, and a tall build. These were the older students. This won't be easy. Lincoln had to constantly swap his attention between his opponents, forcing him on the defensive. You never have your back towards your opponent. He needed something. The brown-skinned male overextended his straight jab, allowing Lincoln to weave away from it, striking his teammate square in her nose. She stumbled at the surprise attack.

"Dude," She growled at him with her stinging nose putting her hands on her hips. He covered his mouth in shock.

"Oh my god, are you ok-" He pleaded when Lincoln rammed his fist into his solar plexus. His nerves went haywire as his organs spasmed in an attempt to recover, only to collapse on the ground holding his midsection groaning in pain. She rushed to help her friend. Lincoln used the explosive power of his legs, driving both of his fists like a piston into the soft underside of her jaw. It stunned her as she fell on the mat. Lincoln counted his down foes. That's five. Where's the last one, and more importantly. Why does he hear boss music?! A giant shadow loomed over him. That can't be good.

"Hey," Adora smirked bestially in her obsidian and crimson top and bottom with the A & A logo. She cracked her knuckles. He gulped as he prepared his duel. This is gonna suck.

"Is that a health bar?" Mollie titled her upwards along with the rest of the group.

"I have no idea," Cristina answered as the rabbit and lioness battled it out. Well, as much as an eleven-year-old can handle. Lincoln slipped under Adora's roundhouse kick. He grabbed her other leg for a single leg takedown. She didn't budge. Oh right. He thought to himself. Adora is at least three times his body weight with dense muscle to compensate. The amazon smirked at his futile attempt. How cute. He evaded her grab by leaping back. He had a plan, but it's a long shot. Lincoln tossed his sweaty shirt at her face as he charged towards her. Adora motioned her head to the side, evading the garment. Her eyes expanded when Lincoln grabbed her head, forcing it into his flying knee.

"Holy crap, Lincoln can jump," Polly muttered, impressed at Lincoln's jumping process.

"Why do you think we call him 'Bunny Boy,'" Mollie teased the skater. Adora had a shirtless Lincoln in a monstrous bear hug.

"I got ya," Adora smiled despite her watery eyes. Lincoln struggled to push her off of him. Man, he's seen bear traps give up easier than her.

"Unhand me," Lincoln demanded as she nuzzled her cheek into his. "Unhand me," She held him tighter! "I SAID UNHAND ME!" He pushed away even harder.

"No," Adora whispered. Struggle all you want, Lincoln. You're not breaking her bear hug. Oh bet?! He thought to himself as he wiggled himself loose from her tight grip. Lincoln succeeds only for her to readjust her hold with him subjected to Marshmallow hell. Yep. He got a faceful of soft tomboy titty. Lucky bastard. Lincoln tapped her firm biceps as she was suffocating him to a degree. He gasped for air with a scarlet face from the lack of oxygen, embarrassment, and a hint of arousal. Again, can you blame him? The other students got up and exited the room.

"Okay, I'm going to be real with you, Adora. I did think about this a few times," Lincoln declared with a blank tone. Although, he's more of an ass-man himself. "You can put me down now," He acknowledged after a few seconds of awkward silence. She did only for him to collapse in exhaustion. "Oh man," Lincoln huffed on the ground taking deep breaths.

"I'll get you a Gatorade," Adora informed as he raised his thumb in the air. She left the room with Albert supervising the kids.

"Can one of you get my shirt, please," Lincoln pleaded as he pointed to the piece of clothing. "I don't think I can move for a while," Stella and Girl Jordan were already ahead of him. Both had the same idea. They wanted to smell the boy's musk. And huff it good. They gave each other a quick glare. Stella's slender legs kicked the shirt into the air and grabbed it out of Girl Jordan's grasp. She held her orange sweat prize and stared blankly at it.

"Come on, Stella. Just one quick sniff," Shadow Stella probed as she lifted Stella's arms, drawing the shirt closer and closer to her nose.

"Stella, what are you doing," Lincoln asked his friend as he raised his head. Stella paused with widened eyes like a deer in headlights. He positioned himself in a sitting pose. Come on, Stella. Think. Everyone is waiting for an answer.

"It kinda stinks," Stella blurbed out. He sniffed his underarm and cringed. Yep, that's a smell. Polly went to Stella.

"Does it really?" Polly took it from her hands and put it to her nose as she inhaled deeply. "Yep, that's a stink." She commented as Stella gazed at her boldness.

"Can you not, Polly" Lincoln groaned as Adora entered the room with a cold orange sports drink in her hand. "I already have Lynn doing that since she wanted to make sure that I had a good workout," He revealed. His classmates gave him a questioning look. His sister smells his sweaty shirts? Haiku put Mollie's hand down, shaking her head along with Polly. Don't ask. Lynn is a strange girl. Lincoln stood up when Adora handed him his drink. He slowly rubbed the cold beverage around his neck, moaning and groaning sensually as it soothed his muscles. The young girls widened their eyes at the oddly engaging show. They watched an orange trail slowly travel down his neck on his chest. He wiped his mouth in satisfaction. Man, he needed that.

"Feel better now," Stella asked in a blank husky tone before regaining her composure. Are you sure you don't want something to drink too, Stella? "Feel better now," She repeated with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm better now," Lincoln smiled back at her as he turned back to his grandpa. "Let's call it a day" Cristina and Haiku blushed at his body

"Oh, my," Cristina muttered with a crimson face covering her mouth while Haiku tried to not bite her lip. Lincoln raised his eyebrows. What happened to her? He looked down at himself. Oh, that's why. She didn't see those pictures from Girl Jordan's party. Now, he's shirtless and sweaty. It's probably the shock factor at his new body. He knew that he wasn't anything impressive.

"Can I have my shirt back, please" Lincoln turned around to Polly, who had a smile on her face while Stella looked hungry. Polly continued to stare. "Um, Polly," She put a finger on his lips to silence him.

"In a bit," Polly replied with half-lidded eyes as he quietly blushed. Wow. This is some good stuff right here. She eventually gave him his shirt back. "You girls have pictures, right" Polly whispered to Girl Jordan, who nodded. Hopefully, Lynn doesn't find out.

"Alright, that's enough for the day," Adora congratulated Lincoln. "You're getting better, Lincoln," She smiled. It faded when observing him poking his biceps. "You okay,"

"Yeah, I think I need to increase my power," Lincoln considered as he recalled his spar. "And probably ask Lynn for tips. I'm feeling kinda noddlely over here." He continued to poke his flesh.

"Ugh. Lincoln, you're already strong, plenty handsome, and you don't need to be some roided out meathead. You're the smartest boy in class for a reason," Mollie groaned as she listed off his traits. "Besides, this suits you better anyways," She gestured to his fit body. Mollie knew that he had some issues when she thought his dad got fired, along with what Haiku said. She'll be damned if he starts to hate his own body. Adora playfully nudged Lincoln as he shyly avoided her gaze with pink cheeks.

"She's right, lookalike," Albert added as he walked forward. "You don't need show-muscles if you want to fight," He ruffled his hair.

"Show muscles," Girl Jordan asked. The hell are those?

"Muscles that are just for show," Adora explained to the girls. "Think about those bodybuilders at competitions with muscles thicker than your entire body," The girls shivered at the image. Those bodies don't look natural. "Also those shirtless scenes we often see in action movies. Yeah, they look hot, but it's not healthy or sustainable," Think about Hugh Jackman's shirtless scene when he was Wolverine. "Super strict diet, intense workout and a bit of dehydration for good measure for a few seconds of eye candy," Good lord, that sounds horrible. "Don't get me started on the guy who injected oil or something into his biceps to make them look like Popeye's. Yeah, they burst," They groaned in fear and shock as some of them rubbed their arms. "Besides, you're built for speed and technique. There's no need to change that," Adora smiled when someone knocked on the door. Hugh poked his head through as he opened it.

"Are you done in here, love," He said sweetly to the amazon. Who's this English stud muffin? "Hello again, Lincoln," Hugh greeted the young Loud.

"Sup, Hugh," Lincoln replied. The Englishman walked to Adora's side with a smile on their faces.

"You two know each other," Adora questioned.

"Yeah, I was his tutor for a brief period then well…" Hugh explained before scratching the soft brown hair on the back of his head. "His sisters and father were quite enthusiastic about my appearance, " Adora held his hand in comfort. "I was going to tell them that I was in a committed relationship, but they didn't give me a chance too," He continued when they all heard the faint pained screams of anguish. It didn't come from the building.

"The hell was that," Albert muttered, saying everyone's thoughts at the moment.

"Don't worry about that Pop-pop. It's just the laments of several heartbroken individuals enduring a firsthand experience on the cruelty of unrequited love," Lincoln answered in a blank tone. "It comes sooner or later," He sips his drink once again as everyone looks at him in alarm. Cristina gazed down in shame

"Lincoln dear, you want to talk," Haiku consoled her best friend's brother. He shrugged at the goth. "Are you sure you don't want to?" She trod lightly, remembering the last time.

"Meh," Lincoln commented, taking a sip as he avoided her gaze. Albert's stomach roared, gathering their attention.

"Welp, I'm hungry. Who wants lunch" He asked the group as several hands were raised. They exited the room as Adora shut off the lights behind her before closing the door.

"Blazes. It's scorching today," Hugh told the group as he shielded his eyes. The sun is being a spiteful little bitch today as there wasn't a cloud in the sky. "Good thing that I didn't wear my sweater today," Enjoy global warming, peasants. They went to a seating area and found an ivory pavilion to get some shade as some joggers went by them.

"Cristina, did you finish with whatever you were doing?" Belle called out to her cousin with an ice-cold slush in her hand. She perked your eyebrows in interest behind her sunglasses as she smiled. "Hey, Hugh," Belle waved as she greeted him.

"Hello Annabelle," Hugh responded meekly at her as she strutted towards them. Lincoln's eyes swung like a pendulum as he observed those swaying hips of hers. The simple attire of a canary sleeveless top, wide-rimmed white sunglasses, and comfortable hip-hugging black leggings didn't stop her from getting some onlookers.

"Is this your mom," Albert asked, putting his hand on his grandson's head for him to stop. Lincoln muttered a quick thank you.

"No, that's my cousin," Cristina asked the elder. His eyes bounced between them as Annabelle reached them, smiling at Hugh as Adora wrapped a protective arm around him.

"Cousin?" Albert uttered as he analyzed her form. He glanced at the nodding Lincoln. Albert gave Polly a swift glance. "They're built like this now," He motioned with his hands and fingers.

"Oh definitely," Lincoln confirmed to his grandfather, who widened his eyes in shock. God damn.

"Sir, I can confirm that's all-natural," Hugh retorted as the men retained their silence with their gestures.

"Polly, what are they saying" Mollie whispered.

"I don't know sign language," Polly shrugged as they continued their conversation. The men had their hands on top of each other as if they were on a sports team before nodding.

"So you three know each other," Albert acknowledged the other adults.

"Oh, they know me," Annabelle smirked in a coy tone. Huh? Albert swapped his attention to the smirking Annabelle to the blushing Hugh and frowning Adora.

"Oh," Albert replied as he figured it out, as did Cristina. Is that why she moved in with her family?

"What? I don't get it," Lincoln asked Pop-Pop. Albert's lip turned into a flatline. How is he going to explain this?

"Think about your sister, Luna, for a bit and the Legend of Korra," Albert suggested. Luna and Korra? What do those things have to do with each other?

"Oh.Oh. Oh!" Lincoln replied blankly before widening his eyes. They dated each other. "O-oh," His face turned a bright scarlet. The hell going on with him? Well, you put the image of two gorgeous women dating in a young man's mind. He got certain...images. A thought bubble of Belle and Adora in a loving embrace as they caressed each with their open mouths slowly closed the gap. Albert rapidly tapped his shoulder and pointed up. "OH, GOD!" He yelled in alarm, quickly destroying the bubble. Lincoln placed his hands in his lap in a neutral position with an anxious expression. "Sorry that you had to see that," He whispered to the group as his face glowed.

"Looks like it wants a second round," Polly pointed out behind him. Lincoln turned around as his jaw dropped in horror. It was slowly reforming, now displaying Luna and Sam in their underwear.

"Are you kidding me?!" Lincoln yelled as he got up before tackling it. "At least focus on Sam, geez," He complained, holding the cloud in a headlock. They watched him roll and tumbled on the ground.

"At least he's improving his grappling skills," Adora commented as he repeatedly pummeled it. "So what's with you Belle," She put her elbow on the stone table.

"Parents were jerks, so I moved here and got a job at the bank," Belle replied as she took a sip of her refreshing beverage. "I'm doing more Yoga now. Check it," She put her drink down as she stepped back. Belle took a deep breath as she put her hands together. She did several poses, such as the warrior, down-facing dog, and the crow. ( I would describe the poses, but I'm almost at the 10k mark. Plus, I'm lazy at the time of writing this section.) Their eyes expanded as she laid on her stomach and brought her feet close to her shoulder. It's more to her back, but it's rather impressive. Albert rubbed his spine. "I was always flexible thanks to cheerleading," Belle got up and dusted the grass off her. They heard a deep groan. Lincoln kneeled on the ground with a single knee, bowing his head with a fist against his forehead. The cloud is no more.

"You good there," His grandfather asked in concern.

"I don't know much more I can take," Lincoln pleaded in desperation. Mrs. Yates and Annabelle. Okay, it's time for him to go home.

It was a relaxing lunch period at Royal Woods Elementary. Agnes enjoyed her salad with lettuce, cherry tomatoes, carrots, celery, and boiled eggs for protein. Lincoln and his main friend group sans Stella at the girl's table behind her. "Guys, I'm telling you she was wearing leggings," Lincoln emphasized, gesturing his hands in an Italian style.

"Dude, no way," Rusty muttered as Lincoln nodded. Agnes rolled her eyes. They were of that age when they become interested in the opposite sex. "She, your trainer, and this Hugh guy all used to date?" Man, some guys get all the luck. He grumbled internally.

"Yes. I'm just glad that Lori didn't ruin leggings for me," Lincoln weighed in. His sisters didn't leave him with a ton of options. He's definitely not going for feet. He gave Clyde, who was taking a deep breath, a glance. Clyde gave him a thumbs up. He's fine. Lincoln smiled before grunting in pain.

"You okay, man," Clyde asked as Lincoln rubbed his side.

"Yeah. My grandpa hits hard," Lincoln revealed. Agnes stopped mid-chew as her teacher's senses flared. His grandfather does what? She calmly took out a pen and notepad. "He'll keep doing it until I learn," Agnes wrote that down. Learn what exactly? She's aware he's a veteran. Did the horrors of war scar his mind, clouding his better judgment? "I'm getting better as we train more," She blinked owlishly. Training?

"Oh, right, he's teaching you how to fight," Liam acknowledged. "But are yah a little young to know how to scarp."

"He taught my mom and her cousin when they were in high and middle school," Lincoln explained. Shame that he never really met him. Lincoln recalled he was a high-tier government worker or something. He knew it was something important. "Pop-Pop said people are getting too big for their britches," He continued. Wasn't the Knock-out game popular around this time? The bell rang as it's time for their next class. Agnes smiled gratefully as it wasn't anything serious. But she better keep it just in case.

Albert and Myrtle parked near the entrance of the elementary school. The older half of the Loud siblings had after-school activities, so they picked up the younger half. "Man, this place barely changed since the last time I've been here," Albert whispered as they strolled down the hallway hand in hand.

"Doesn't that make it special, Al," Myrtle smiled as she squeezed his hand. He smiled back.

"If I remember correctly, the kindergarten and one of the fifth-grade classes should be nearby," Albert remarked. Oh, there is it. He knocked on the wooden door. A slender woman with dark tan skin, short black shoulder-length hair in a cream-colored shirt, a light green sweater, a dark reddish skirt, small white pearl earrings, and black slip-on shoes answered the door. "Excuse me, I'm here for Lisa Loud," It was playtime for the kindergarteners.

"Lisa, there's someone here for you," Ms. Shrinivas told the local scientist. She looked up from her quantum physics book as Darcy played with a stuffed giraffe. Don't ask. It's Lisa. Ms. Shrinivas had never saw Lisa smiled so brightly before.

"Pop-Pop! Gran-Gran!" Lisa rushed towards them with a beaming smile as she gave them a hug. Her teacher blinked owlishly with a blank shocked expression as she checked her pulse while glancing at the ticking wall clock. She waited a few seconds as her heart is still beating. Time is flowing. And the universe didn't implode on itself. Therefore, what she's watching is real. Lisa took Albert's hand.

"I'm taking this brainiac home, Ms," Albert declared with the smiling researcher. He never got the teacher's name.

"Shrinivas," She announced her name. He nodded as they took their leave. Lisa is still smiling. Just when she thought she'd seen everything with Lisa. "Looks like I'm popping the champagne tonight,"

"I'm going to find the rest of the girls," Myrtle offered up. He shrugged as he went to Lincoln. His class should be nearby. "Excuse me, can you help me with something please," She entered the principal's office. Cheryl looked up from her desktop.

"Sure thing. Say do I know you from somewhere?" Cheryl considered in her southern charm.

"Pssssst, Lincoln," Albert whispered along with Lisa poking their heads around the corner of the open room door. The trio pointed at each other with a smile as Lincoln got his bag.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cunningham," Agnes greeted in a stern tone as Lincoln stood at his grandfather's side.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson," Albert replied back before tapping his feet. "Did I do something to her?" She doesn't look that happy.

"She must have overheard that you're teaching me how to fight," Lincoln whispered. Yep, that'll do it. They looked up when the intercom buzzed on.

"Will the Louds report to my office, please," The principal ordered. Lincoln stared at Lisa, who was confused as him.

"Lincoln, I swear by Galileo that it wasn't me this time," Lisa vowed to her brother. He continued his accusing stare at her. "It wasn't," She continued her defense. He readjusted his bag.

"We better get you two going," Albert beckoned his grandkids to follow him.

"Lincoln," Agnes called to him. He turned to face her. "You're a good kid," She said as she went back to her desk,"

"Oh, okay," Lincoln replied. He shrugged to his friends and family. He doesn't know either.

Lucy, Lana & Lola were waiting for them outside the Principal's office. "What did you do, Lisa?" They demanded. Lisa raised her arms in annoyance. You cause a single nuclear failure, then suddenly you're the bad guy.

"Can take these false allegations from my perspective," Lisa questioned. Lincoln crouched to down be at Lisa's height level.

"You're right; this sucks," Lincoln commented. Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose. He's so lucky that she loves him. Principal Huggins opened the door.

"Whatever, it is, we probably didn't do it," Lola immediately responded.

"Oh no, you folks aren't in trouble," Huggins eased their concerns. The Louds had the same thought. If they weren't in trouble, then why are they here? "It's better if I just showed you," He opened the door a bit wider, revealing Cheryl and Myrtle in a loving embrace with happy tears running down their faces.

"Babe, what's wrong," Albert asked when Myrtle enthusiastically glomped him while mumbling her sobs. "Babe, you use your words," She continued mumbling as she wiped her tears. "Kids. Translation please,"

"I got it," Lincoln stepped forward. "Gran-Gran. What happened?" He asked in a calm voice. Lincoln nodded as she continued. His eyes widened. "You and Cheryl are related?!" He announced to the room.

"What?!" The Louds yelled before cheering. Myrtle found her biological family. "How," Albert, still feeling the vibe

"My grandpa Chester was a bit of a horndog in his youth," Cheryl explained the origins. "He always referred to my pa's half-siblings as his cousins. I had an auntie who just vanished like a ghost years ago after a nasty argument," She continued. "We talked a bit about our families. It is rather suspicious that her mother and my auntie were from the same state with the same name who left under the same circumstances," She blew her nose with a convenient supply of tissues. "Oh, I have to tell Meryl the news," Someone ran into the room panting as they entered.

"Auntie, I got the news. Is it true," Hugh spoke slowly as he held up his smartphone. Caroline followed him in the room, who shyly waved at Lincoln.

"Auntie?!" They shouted. What is this lore chapter? A super-dense one since we have a few more heavy scenes. So buckle up.

"I'm not his auntie auntie. His mother and I were close friends," Cheryl answered as Myrtle looked to the sky, thanking the Lord for this day. "Caroline is his niece or cousin. Oh whatever, group hug everyone" They did.

"Oh, good heavens. Someone just pinched me," Hugh squealed. Lincoln glared at his sheepishly smiling sisters.

"Hands up. Now" Lincoln ordered. Albert told the news to the rest of the family and was ecstatic about Myrtle's discovery. She's still their Gran-Gran.

A few days have passed upon finding Myrtle's extended family. Hugh suggested a small outing at the local game store. Fortunately for him, the older sisters had other plans to leave Lincoln, Lisa, Lucy, Caroline, and Evelynn. The Louds arrived at an expansive yet comfortable game store called Royal Knights. Hugh, Caroline, and Evelynn were already waiting for them outside the maize-colored building.

"Come and follow me," Hugh beckoned the group. They shrugged. He opened the door for them to enter. "Woah," They muttered. It was a geek glory field for the sci-fi fanatics, manic magic users, and jolly old fervent fantasy enjoyers. The walls and shelves were lined with pop-culture paraphilia. People of all ages were browsing through the area to get their daily dose of escapism. A less edgy Hot Topic. They looked up in the general area giving them a little taste of what's to come.

"I'm heading to the Sci-fi section if anyone wants to come," Hugh told the girl as Lincoln, Lisa, Caroline and Evelynn followed him through a pathway labeled 'Sci-fi.' Rita grabbed Lynn's collar and him off to the costume section area. At the same time, Lucy went to the dark fantasy. "Here we are," He gestured to the room with rows and shelves littered with anything sci-fi. We got Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who, along with a few comics and video games for good measure. There's a nearby area for people to show off their figurines and models.

"Hugh," Several people greeted him in a joyful tone.

"Hello again, my people," Hugh responded as he gestured to the elementary students. "I got newbies with me,"

"Hey!" Caroline snapped at him as he grinned.

"You chaps browse around while I speak with some friends," Hugh went to the counter while children divided into pairs. Lincoln and Lisa. Evelynn and Caroline. Lincoln checked out Star wars, notably the Expanded Universe. It. Is. Awesome. Darth Bane & Nihilus. The Mandoloarian wars. Why didn't the movies incorporate this stuff? He frowned, remembering that they declared non-canon. Wait a minute. There are guides on how to use the various lightsaber styles. Now he has to read. Lisa strolled around to find something that caught her eye. That's relatively hard to do since she can make it or has plans to make it whenever the FBI gets off her back due to the nuclear failure incident. She paused at a display case. A miniature figure of a hunched over humanoid in rust-red wielding a massive ax with various mechanical parts and pieces covered their bodies. The name of this individual was Archmagos Cawl. Her eyes widened at the model behind. Cawl was diminutive compared to the marvelous mechanical masterpiece. The machine had a bipedal shape with a simple green and steel scheme. Massive laser cannons as its primary arm weapon and an impressive array on its head and carapace. Two sturdy 'bolters' and a terrifying missile launcher.

"I see that you're interested in these models," A female worker with pierced ears and light blue eyes acknowledged.

"Yes, I am. What franchises are these," Lisa asked as she continued to observe these models. Whoever painted these models. Good job.

"These are from 40k. The Adeptus Mechanicus is one of the human factions," The female worker explains. "Mars was the first planet humans explored, terraformed, and colonized. It developed quite differently from the earth. This was shown after the Warp storms, making travel impossible and dangerous and a robot rebellion, but that's another story. They emerged as a cult/religion that worshiped machines when the storms stopped after five thousand years." She tapped on the display case. "This glorious machine is proof of their devotion to the Machine god. Therefore, they have a monopoly on the vast majority of the technology in Imperium, which spans all across the entire known galaxy," Lisa's eyes sparkled at the tale. She went to find Lincoln, who was conversing with Evelynn and Caroline holding a Captain Rex helmet.

"Lincoln, come with me," Lisa pleaded as she grabbed his hand. He followed her along with Evelynn and Caroline. "Look at these models" She gestured to the models in childlike glee.

"Woah, these are nice," Lincoln analyzed the various models. This was the Imperium making it the primary human faction in whatever this setting. His blue eyes viewed the Astartes or Space Marines. He tilted his head. There's a lot of dudes. In fact, it's all dudes. "Where are the female space marines?" A record scratched in the shoppers' minds as they stared at him in complete disgust and contempt. What the fuck did he just say?

"HERSEY!" Someone yelled with a chainsword and pointed it at him wearing black and white armor resembling a Templar knight. Its shark-like teeth revved up, ready to cut him to mincemeat. Others had axes, swords, maces, and is that a fucking flamethrower.

"Wait, he's new. He's new," The worker and Hugh shouted to calm them down.

"He's new?" They repeated as the two nodded. "Okay, he gets to live for now," The crowd returned to their shopping.

"Was it something I said," Lincoln whispered in terror. He asked a simple question. Why did they want to rip him to shreds?

"You pushed the female space marine button," Evelynn confirmed. "It's super taboo," So it's like that season or episode(s) of a show that fans refuse to acknowledge.

"All I'm saying-" Lincoln was interrupted by Caroline pushing a finger on his lips. She pressed her closed fist against her mouth, taking a deep breath.

"No," Sweater QT retorted with a stern glare. Lincoln attempted to speak. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO," She continued as Evelynn rolled her eyes. Oh no, here we go again. "It is a key part of the lore for over thirty years. The mere consideration of such a concept ruins everything in the 40k universe. Astartes are also called Battle Brothers. A fraternity. Therefore, it's utterly absurd for a woman to be a part of a male-exclusive organization. It's putting a girl in the boy scouts despite girl scouts already being a thing. A female can virtually be anything else. They just can't be Space Marines. That's it!" Caroline ranted before walking away further down the walkway then grabbed another model. She presented it to Lincoln. Yep, that's a female. It had white hair in a bob style wearing black power armor with a crimson cape holding a massive flamethrower. "This is a Sister of battle. An elite female exclusive military group. They have similar wargear and have the respect of Astartes. So this is your female space marine," She put in his hands, ending her monologue. Lisa and Lincoln glanced at each other as Evelynn looked bored. She's used to this.

"Okay," Lincoln said, the only thing he can think of at this moment. "What else is there in 40k, Laura," He asked upon reading her name tag. In the grimdark future of the 41st millennium, there's only war. She showed them the various factions along with their sub-factions. They can even create their own minor faction. It's a galaxy-wide setting. Anything can go. Lisa favored the more technologically advanced factions such as Mechanicus, Necron, and Tau. Why? She likes green and robots. Lincoln chose Space Marines, particularly Deathwatch and Inquisitors. Small numbers yet tell compelling stories. Caroline needed more Xenos models. She can make lore but can't paint them. That's where Evelynn comes in. Their parents and Lucy finished their shopping as the rest went to the checkout. Rita and Lynn's hearts dropped to their buttholes at the price tag. Fortunately, Lincoln and Lisa had most of the brain cells among their siblings and decided to split a box set. Lisa got the Necron while Lincoln got the Marines. Plus, Hugh and Caroline store credit and Hugh's membership, and Lynn's bartering skills allowing them to get more for less. They got extra models, bits, and painting equipment, leaving the store accomplished.

Lincoln, Lisa, Evelynn, Caroline, and Hugh meticulously painted their models in the dining room. Some fared better than others. Lisa cursed her stubby fingers. The male Loud a horrendous kitbash. A space marine with various Xenos tech. Heretic. Hugh gently told him to reconsider that model.

"Sup, dudes," Luna greeted the group from the kitchen. She poked her head through the door. "Is that 40k?" Luna pointed with a soda in her hand. They nodded

"Wanna paint," Lincoln requested as he held up an Ork Boy model. She smiled as she took a seat. "You too, Lucy," She peeked over his shoulder. He was painting a gaunt, skeletal figure.

"What is this," The goth questioned her brother.

"Oh, this is a Necron," Lincoln answered with spots of green paint on his hands. "An ancient race of humanoids that existed over sixty million years ago originally called the Necrontyr. They had an advanced space-faring empire that spanned the galaxy but was ravaged by harsh atomic winds and plasma storms of their native sun. Science can only do so much. Various dynasties battled against each other when they discovered the Old ones," Lucy raised a brow. Old ones? "Another super ancient race that was the precursors to many species in the galaxies as they seeded other planets. The Necrons begged them for their secrets to their seemingly infinite lifespan, only to be denied. This caused the War in Heaven," The goth took a seat next to him, getting more involved in the story. "The Necrontyr were devastated by the Old ones despite having more numbers and more advanced technology thanks to the Webway. It's a labyrinthine dimension between the Materium and the Warp, allowing for faster than light travel. They were beaten until they discovered something slowly eating their sun," Something was eating their sun. "These beings were named C'tan, meaning Star gods or Star vampires. An alliance was made between them based upon their mutual hatred for the Old Ones. The tables were turned as the C'tan were masters of the material world," Lincoln poked her pale cheek. Hugh dipped his paintbrush in red paint for his Blood Angel Captain. "There was also the Biotransference. A C'tan known as the Deceiver came before the Silent King with a solution for their short lifespan. Still, a grave cost to the Necrontyr," Lincoln continued as Lucy frowned.

"He trusted someone named the Deceiver," Lucy retorted. Come on, dude, what did you think he was trying to do?

"That was probably after the event," Lincoln defended the king. "The Necrontyr had necrodermis. A durable self-repairing metal. C'tan were given bodies made from them, so they offered the same to the creators," Luna squinted her eyes as she tried to get the purple color scheme right. "The rulers were given gorgeous bodies while maintaining their personality. The quality and their individuality decreased as you went down the social ladder," He showed her the model he was painting. "This is a Necron warrior who is actually a regular citizen. They have no personality whatsoever,"

"Kinda like girls who claim to be 'not like' other girls for having slightly different preferences," Luna joked as Hugh pointed to her agreement. He had to deal with hordes of them during his day. Those girls were ruthless.

"What was the price," Lucy interjected, and where did the C'tan come in again?

"Their souls," Lincoln answered in a grim tone. "Their bodies were placed in soul furnaces with the C'tan far above devouring their souls as they were better tasting than stars," Lucy glanced at the sky. She swore that this was a book somewhere. "Yes, there were outcries and rebellions, but it was a futile effort. Unyielding metal against mortal flesh as both sides had the same technology. Only a spark of life was required for the procedure," Hordes of soulless metallic automatons with no traces of their humanity capturing those they once held dear. The echoes of mournful laments and pleads fled on deaf ears as they brutalized and crippled entire planets. No mercy. No respite. No quarter. "It was too late for the Silent King to do anything about the lost souls. So he waited when the C'tan were vulnerable and attacked. They captured these gods and broke them into shards to use in battle, even killing one of them. He told them to sleep before destroying the command protocols ensuring they maintain some independence as he went on his self-imposed exile. Szarekh is still out there in the void between galaxies as his people sleep. It's been over sixty million years, and their planets are most likely inhabited by other species. Now, will they be slaves to their new rulers or be exterminated?" Lincoln concluded the tale

"Hand me a model," Lucy demanded as he smiled. He passed one to her.

"Hey, Lincoln, do you still have that alien species of rabbits we made a while ago," Caroline requested as her fingers lightly padded her cheek. His eyes widened in recognition. Lincoln totally forgot about that, feeling that it's been years since he touched it.

"It's in my room. Give me a minute," Lincoln declared as he put his warrior down. He walked upstairs while everyone continued to paint and model. Lisa caught an eternal silver-coated figure shadowing Lincoln out of the mere corner of her eyes. Oh no.

Lincoln rummaged through his room. Where is it? He wondered. Lincoln smacked his forehead. His drawers! He opened the middle one and found a black binder folder labeled art in orange letters. His fingers searched through the pages, oblivious to the silent figure observing him. Lincoln turned his head. Nothing. It was above now. He shrugged. "Man, living with Lucy, Lisa, and Luan got me paranoid for some reason. Oh, there it is," He smiled. It slowly formed into a frown as he read it. "This is different," Everything was the same as it was his handwriting along with Caroline's. It was some of the sources that were different.

The figure hovered behind him. Lincoln widened in shock. The dates were different too. He checked one of his sources. The rabbits were based on Ace from Loonatics Unleashed instead of Cinderace. It wasn't there before. This wasn't there before. Cinderace was released in 2019, while his notes say 2017. His breathing increased before calming down. Something isn't right here. The room momentarily turned a blinding silver. No. No. No. No. He shook his head. Not again. "I need to find Lisa," Lincoln mumbled before rushing to his door. He was stunned by a flash of emerald light. Lisa placed the small rod in her back pocket, covered by her sweater.

"Are you alright, Lincoln," She asked as he remained in a daze. He blinked owlishly before looking at the papers in his hands. Loonatics Unleashed. Oh right. He and Luan watched old cartoons together sometimes. Lincoln simply forgot about that.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lincoln smiled as Lisa took his hand, returning the smile. The figure watched this adorable interaction between siblings while Lisa gave him a scornful glare. He flashed his silver snake-like infinity symbol daring her to test him. She turned her as the siblings went downstairs. Lincoln analyzed her. Lisa was hard to read sometimes. Yet that smile seems somber with a hint of remorse. As if it told him: I'm sorry.

Bumper Jr. was at his locker exchanging books between his books. He closed and locked behind him. Math club was done. It was an easy feat being a Yate. Whatever. Bumper needed something to occupy his time.

Furthermore, it gives him more chances to talk with the Lovely Luan. A great smile with a charming personality along with looks that match her intelligence. Man, those hips of hers. Luan will be an excellent addition to the family. His parents have been attempting to push him to other girls. He wanted Luan. Imma stop you right there, chief, because she's a literal palette swap of your sister. It's fucking weird. And I've read Stigmata and watched Berserk. Well, speak of the devil. There she is, walking down the hall. Just give her the classical Yates, and she'll be his. Or so he thought.

"Hey, Benny," Luan joyfully greeted her fellow theater kid, skipping to his side. Bumper scowled. Who the fuck is this?

"Hey, Luan. Did you sign up for the play," Benny asked the comedian gesturing to the bulletin board. Wait, play?

"As long as the auditions don't play hard to get," Luan joked as they chuckled. Both strolled down the hallway without a care in the world. She used this chance to get just a bit closer to him. Bumper sprinted to the board. Romeo & Juliet. Perfect. He signed his name. Technically he's still going for other girls, so his parents won't mind. Those lips are his.

I could easily end the chapter right here, but Nah. I got classes soon. You guys get a two-for-one special. Proofreading this is going to be a bitch to do.

Caroline was casually humming as she read her Animorphs book in the library. I personally haven't read the series, but I heard it's good. "Hey, Caroline," Lincoln greeted in a groggy tone with Lisa at his side.

"Hey, Lincoln," Caroline replied, looking up from her book. "Woah, what happened," The bags under his eyes were prominent.

"We read some 40k lore," Lisa yawned as she smacked her lips. Yep, that's dry spit. "There's so much of it," Caroline placed a bookmark on the current page and closed it.

"Did you go on the wiki or lexicanum?" She asked the Loud siblings. They glanced at each other.

"What's the difference?" They asked. Caroline gestured to them to follow her to one of the computers and showed them. They facepalmed. It was more concise and often more accurate.

"At least we got our lore," Lisa shrugged before taking a seat together. They chatted about their armies until it was for them to go home.

Lincoln carefully painted one of his space marine models at his desk. The boys in blue, aka the Ultramarines or Ultrasmurfs. His ears picked up, yelling. That sounded like Lori and Leni. It was none of his business as he dipped his paintbrush in the blue paint. Just stay in his room until it's all over. Now for the helmet. His door slammed open, startling him, making him scratch his Lieutenant. He growled. Who the hell was it? Oh, it's Lori. Her scowl and flaring nostrils like a raging bull told him that she was not happy. "Can I help you? Lincoln grumbled.

"Sister fight protocol, you know the rules," Lori huffed. His eyes twitched. Again?!

"Why my room," Lincoln asked in a blank tone.

"Because Leni is in the dining room," Lori shrugged as she frowned, glancing at her phone. "So yeah, I'm taking your room for an hour," Lincoln stood and got in her way with a bowed head and a clenched fist. "Lincoln, didn't you hear me?" Oh. He heard you, but he doesn't care right now. Lincoln glared at her in scorn as he bared his teeth at her. "I don't have time for this. Either you get out, or I throw you out," Lori demanded. There's a third option. Lincoln delivered a solid spartan kick to her midsection, pushing Lori out of his room on the hallway floor. She shook her head to regain her sense with a bewildered expression as Lincoln exited his room and closed it behind him. "Did you just kick me?" Several doors subtly opened to view the show. Lincoln didn't reply. He knew what he did. "Did you just kick me?!"She shouted, infuriated her quiet brother. He arched his brow because Lori knew what he did, so why was she asking? It literally just happened. Lincoln started to turn around. He didn't have time for this nonsense. "Don't you walk away from me!" Lori ordered in her drill sergeant voice, causing her other siblings to straighten their backs. Lincoln put his hands in his pockets, showing her that it doesn't work on him. Not anymore. She was nothing compared to Albert. What're bratty, spoiled teenagers to a combat veteran? He held her glare, opening the door in defiance.

"Lincoln, what are you doing?" Someone whispered in alarm. They've never seen him like this. The last time was sheer annoyance, but this?!

"Lincoln. I'm giving you until the count of three before," Lori fumed.

"You turn me into a human pretzel," Lincoln interrupted as she blinked. "Yeah, I know. You always said that. It's quite predictable. Yet you never do it, making all talk," Lincoln commented as he cracked his knuckles while his sisters gasped. Luan got her camcorder. Her viewers want blood. "So bring it," He taunted his eldest sisters. A tense silence echoed in the hallway.

"Alright, you damn brat, you asked for it," Lori grumbled with pulsing veins on her neck and forehead. She wanted to be civil. Yet, he thinks that just because Pop-Pop taught him how to throw and take a few punches, he can challenge her authority. Then her brother has to relearn his place. Lori took a sinister step forward when Lincoln issued a cold-blooded overhead hook to the right side of her jaw. Holy shit, he's fast. The strike to her jaw left her dazed and in a stupor as their siblings were in shocked silence at what they just witnessed. She dropped her phone as the force led her stumbling to the staircase. Lori held on to the railing to keep herself from falling as her face was against the pole. A shaking hand grazed her lips, discovering a trace of moist crimson staining her fingertips. His reptilian eyes remained motionless indifferent to her watery ones. Law 28: Enter action with boldness. "You hit me…."

Lori whispered as it really hurt. Yeah, they had fights before, but this time, he's actually trying to fight her. The worst thing is that he doesn't look shocked or conflicted at long. He's okay with it despite his blank expression. "Lincoln…"Lori spoke in a hushed voice as she got up. Whoever this was, it wasn't her Lincoln. "Why," He didn't give her a chance as he grabbed her wrist and tripped her. Lori landed flat on her back while Lincoln did the same, still holding her wrist. He positioned his legs and knees between her elbow. She screamed as he leaned back and slightly arched his back. Lori squirmed around as her shoulder and elbow slowly forced her out of position.

"Lori, don't struggle. He can pop your shoulder or elbow," Lynn warned her struggling sister. "Just tap out," Lincoln slowly added more pressure, not enough for it to break. Enough for it to be a painful experience. She couldn't take it anymore as she needed her arm for golf. Three quick taps on the floors. Lincoln let her go. Both got up as Lincoln watched her nurse on her sore shoulder.

"You're in big trouble, mister. I'm telling Bobby about this," Lori threatened with a hostile glare. "Ronnie will hear this too," That should set him straight.

"Tell him. See if I care," Lincoln countered with a dead yet intense voice. The air got heavier from his causal demeanor. Why isn't he scared or at least a little nervous? Lincoln got into her face with a coldhearted smirk. "I'll tell him about how you sabotaged Leni's driving test by giving her false information as she slept. So you can keep your monopoly on the van," Lori's heart raced as what Lincoln threatened to do. He wouldn't, right?! "Given that Bobby is a devout family man. I can guarantee that he'll be heartbroken. That his 'awesome' girlfriend would easily endanger the life of her sister for personal gain," He mocked in a sweet tone. "Or better yet, the thing with Hugh, Clyde, or the Bad luck" Lincoln's voice turned wrathful as he glared at his pale sister. That statement made the Loud House the quietest it's ever been.

"No, no, no," Lori's eyes widened in terror as her shaky voice begged. "You won't…." His swift hands grabbed her ringing phone. It's her Boo-Boo Bear.

"I don't know. Let's hear what he has to say," Lincoln taunted as he pressed accept. "Hey, Bobby," He greeted the Santiago in a cheerful tone as if nothing even happened.

"Hey bro, where's Lori," Bobby asked when Lori missed her tackle. "What was that? I heard her scream just now," Lincoln's eyes gazed at his desperate sister. She had that pleadingly pathetic look in her eyes.

"Yeah, about that," Lincoln started. Tears gradually filled her eyes as she laid on the carpet. "She and Leni had a fight, so now may not be a good time to call her," Lincoln replied. Her eyes widened at his mercy.

"Oh man, thanks, bro," Bobby sighed in relief. That would've been bad. "Okay, I'll text her in a bit. Later, dude,"

"Later, Bobby, Tell Ronnie I said hi," Lincoln smiled before hanging up, morphing it into a flatline. He half-heartedly tossed Lori her phone. She caught it. "I already told Ronnie about the Bad luck, but I told her not to say anything," Lincoln revealed to Lori, who bounced back and forth between her and Lincoln.

"Why," Lori muttered. Wait that means he told her months ago. He marched to her with those cold dead eyes.

"Because you care more about your relationship with Bobby than you care about me," Lincoln answered in a soft tone.

"That's too far, Lincoln," Luan declared before backing off when his attention was on her.

"Oh. I know this isn't the girl who used my feelings for Ronnie Anne just to lure me out of my room so you can get a cheap laugh from your pranks," Lincoln reprimanded his comedic sister. "Also, the other times you endangered our lives since they're nothing more than a joke to you," He scoffed as she looked down in shame. "So do us a favor and delete that video, would you?" A faint beep came from the recorder. She pulled out a tape, dropped it, and stomped on it. "Good choice," Lincoln whispered before going back to the sitting Lori. "So what happened this time?"He complained, already wanting to be done with his whole ordeal.

"Leni and I were arguing over a dress, and … we um," Lori started before observing Lincoln's disturbingly tranquil face. Boiling blood flowing his clenched fists as it looped in his brain.

"A dress," Lincoln stated as he gritted his teeth. "Again?! Are you fucking shitting me?!"He exploded at the absurdity of the situation. She wanted to kick him out of his room again over a stupid piece of fabric.

"Oh, that's money in the swear jar, or I'm telling mom," Lola taunted. Lincoln snapped his head in her direction. He burst through her door and roughly grabbed the princess by her collar. Now she's face to face with a demon. "Linky" She barely managed to squeak out. A swift glare from him kept Lana from interfering.

"One more word out of you, Lola," Lincoln said, baring his teeth. "I'm going to shove my foot so far up your butthole that I'll make your intestines into thigh-highs," He threatened as she clenched her buttcheeks with a quivering lip. "So shut it," Lincoln ordered before pointing at her bed. She sat down without a word, putting her gloved hands in her lap.

"Okay, bro, let's take a chill pill and talk this out," Luna attempted to negotiate as he walked out the room.

"SHUT YOUR FAT-ASS UP, LUNA, UNLESS YOU WANT TO SEE DAVID BOWIE!" Lincoln snapped. She backed away slowly with enlarged eyes and a wounded heart from his outburst. Was her ass really fat? That's what the fans believe. He inhaled and exhaled before squatting in front of Lori.

"Why are we even in this situation?" Lincoln demanded with a deep frown. "Leni is an accomplished fashion designer. Think, Lori, think!" He pointed to the sides of his head to emphasize his point. "She could've made you a custom-made dress instead of this bullshit!" Lincoln's head perked up for a second when a thought popped into his mind. "Why am I even telling you this? You girls barely listen to anything I have to say anyway," He stood up and headed to his room. The sisters shared a worrying look. Lincoln reappeared in an orange shirt, black shorts, and sneakers with his orange gym bag. "I'm out of here,"

"Where are you going," Lynn asked when Lincoln gave her an annoyed look.

"Anywhere but here," Lincoln grumbled as he reached the stairs. "Since me leaving worked so well last time. Glad to know that I wasn't important enough to be included in your Sister fight protocol," He shot them one last glare before stomping down the stairs. They winced at the slam from the front door. "IF YOU'RE ALWAYS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE NOISE, THEN MOVE! WE'RE CALLED THE LOUD HOUSE, GROUSE!" Man, they can hear him from the top floor.

"Dude, how long has that kid been at the sandbag?"A woman with large soft brown eyes, tanned skin, a kind face, and short, medium brown hair whispering to her fellow gym member. He glanced at his watch with his blue-grey

"A good forty-five minutes," He acknowledged. They watched him pummel the sandbag while mumbling something about a dress and sisters. "At least he's using his anger constructively," He shrugged. "Oh hey, Adora,"

"Hey guys," Adora greeted with a smile before blinking at the sight of Lincoln. She checked her schedule. He wasn't supposed to be here today. That scowl on his face told her something happened today. "Lincoln," She calmly walked up to him.

"Hey, Adora," Lincoln replied while issuing several jabs to the bags.

"Is something the matter?" Adora probed carefully as he's usually calm and focused.

"Nah, just my sisters being idiots," Lincoln responded as he kicked the object. "They enacted the sister fight protocol over a stupid dress," He rotated his shoulders a bit. Sister fight protocol. Why is that a pro-oh!

"It's not a good protocol, is it," Adora predicted.

"Nope, since I wasn't included in it and that they blocked off sections of the house. My room too. Don't get me started when all are involved," Lincoln growled with a roundhouse. Adora agreed with him. This protocol is stupid, especially with that barely noticeable frown on his face. "It's a dress. Maybe since I'm a dude, I don't see the issue of seeing someone else wearing the same outfit as me. Like, am I in the wrong here?" He asked. The others shook their heads in his support. "Thank you," Lincoln signed as the adrenaline wore off. He sighed, resting his head against the durable bag with slumped shoulders. Adora placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you take a break outside for a while and call it a day," Adora suggested. "We'll reschedule our training session this week. Okay," She offered a smile. He nodded to retrieve his items.

Lincoln relaxed under a shady tree in one of the recreational fields. He briefly inhales the desperately needed serene atmosphere. A soccer ball bounced over to him. "Hmm," Lincoln opened an eye to view the object.

"Hey, can you toss that back?" Polly shouted in his direction. He got up and threw it to her. "Thanks...Lincoln?" Her eyes got a clear view of who threw it. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to get away from my sisters for a while," Lincoln muttered as he laid back down. He ignored his buzzing phone. "I'm too tired to deal with that right now because of that stupid protocol," Oh, that's why he's here. Man, he looks bummed out. She thought to herself before gazing at her soccer ball.

"Wanna play around for a bit," Polly considered as she messed with the ball for a bit.

"I would but just came back from hitting the sandbags," Lincoln replied, showing the tape wrapped around his hands and forearm. She shrugged, leaving him to relax. A few calming minutes passed on the soccer field when Polly groaned. Lincoln opened his eyes. Her soccer ball is stuck in a tree. It must have bounced off the goal post. "You need help," He offered.

"Please!" Polly agreed as he got up to help her. Lincoln glanced at the ball. Yep, it's up there on that branch. "Think you can get me up there?" He shrugged, using his hands as a platform. Polly stepped on his hands as she climbed on his shoulders. He held her steady as she stretched for it. "A little bit higher, dude," Polly grunted, glancing down at him with her firm ass on his head. This better not awaken something in him. "Got it! Oh no," It was securely in her hands when a tingle assaulted her nose. A random sneeze caught her off guard as she struggled to keep her balance. Lincoln grabbed her as they fell backward. The two glanced at their situation. Lincoln's face turned a bright scarlet. She was on top of him, square on his groin. "Usually, a girl has something soft to land on," Polly smirked at his stuttering face. "And at least take a girl to dinner first," Dinner? His hands squeezed something warm and soft. Polly let out a soft moan. Lincoln immediately released Polly like she was lava. Her stomach roared. "Welp, I'm hungry. Let's head to Burping Burger," She grabbed her soccer ball and escorted him.

It's still a lovely day today, so Polly suggested that they go to the park for a while. He agreed. Hopefully, his sisters calmed down by the time he got home. The pair left the establishment with their to-go bags. A person wearing filthy rags of what used to be an exquisite suit grumbling about his glory days with lavish meals that cost more than what some families make in a year. Now he's forced to rummage through rubbish in an attempt to consume something edible that won't make him sick. Curse that silver bastard. He bit into a half-eaten sandwich. His eyes widened at the contents. Bologna and MUSTARD! What was his name?! The sun shined a copper coin showing the face of Abraham Lincoln. It was him, shaking in a fury as the memories replay. This was all his doing! The man climbed out of the dumpster hearing their chucking. There's that bunny bastard. His life went to hell because of him. Two resemble each other. He doesn't care if he was the cause of his downfall. It doesn't matter anymore. No one makes a fool out of Lord Tetherby. He followed the children.

Lincoln and Polly casually chatted, unaware of the vindictive man trailing them. However, Lincoln caught glimpses of him when they walked past a window, but that shaggy top hat obstructed his face. Was this the person Lucy warned him about? It has to be since their scorching glare never left his back. He sighed, knowing that talking was out of the picture. At least Polly can provide backup. They arrived at Ketchum park, where a group was performing Tai-chi with a speaker playing water noises, and Flip was selling his Flipees. Tetherby wasn't too far behind. The two sat down at one of the tables used for chess. They decided to people-watch while they ate.

"Okay. I'm guessing that he's single with two siblings and an office job," Polly mentioned while eating her fries. A man with an honest face and a very short, stocky build was seated at a bench. He wore a red buttoned-up shirt with charcoal slacks and brown leather shoes. "He's waiting for someone," She acknowledged due to how he was texting his phone with a slight smile. He stood up and hugged a woman. "Called it. So what's your read on her?" Polly sipped her now empty coke soda. She has several piercings, pasty skin, almond-shaped pale grey eyes, a very tall, muscular build, and a few visible tattoos.

"She came from a traditional conservative Christian or catholic household, probably from the south. Mostly Mississippi or Arkansas. Her parents were strict, only allowing her church-based activities," Lincoln predicted, dipping his nuggets into a ketchup packet. "She granted her freedom when she went to college while still holding on to her faith," The couple walked by them, allowing to see a tattoo of a bible verse on her upper arm. Still, it was hard to decipher it due to the distance. "Eventually, she broke free from her parents' control and is now living her best life," He concluded.

"Oddly specific," Polly commented, taking a bite out of her double cheeseburger.

"Hey, if this comic thing doesn't work. I can always be a detective," Lincoln shrugged. The person is nearby. They're waiting for him to be alone. Fine by him.

"I'm getting a Flipee," She shook her empty soda and tossed it in the trash. Kobe! "You want one," Polly offered. He nodded while handing her some money. She left and waited behind the couple. A foul, pungent stench of grime, rancid trash, and disgusting body order followed soon after. Lincoln didn't need to look behind him.

"You…" Tetherby growled like the rabid mutt he was. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" His grubby hands reached for him.

"What the hell," Those at Flip's stand turned towards the noise. "Hey, that man is attacking that kid," The woman yelled. Attacking is a loose statement. Lincoln danced around Tetherby with his hands in his pockets. The former socialite poorly attempted to grab him like Tantalus with that fruit tree. Seriously, what was that fruit? Loud was mocking him even though his back was towards a tree with a tiny mound of dirt as trails of ants climbed it. Polly rushed towards him. Lynn would kill her if anything happened to him.

"Nowhere left for you to run," Tetherby declared. Finally, he can get his revenge. "No one can save you now,"

"Not on my watch, buster," Polly shoulder tackled the man pushing out of the way. God, she felt gross from touching him. "Come on, let's go," She grabbed his hand, getting him away from this psycho. Tetherby grazed his dented side. Man, that little bitch hits hard. His sullen eyes searched for them. They were getting away.

"No, he must pay," Tetherby barked as he got up to chase them. More adults viewed this. Someone from the Tai-chi group broke away. Lincoln stopped in his tracks. He turned around and squeezed the packet of honey mustard at Tetherby. The viscous liquid landed in his eyes, making him roar. Mustard. Mustard. Mustard. It's always mustard. His snarls grew lower and primal. Lincoln pushed Polly behind him as Tetherby charged with his top hat falling on the ground. Everything slowed down as his mind went silent. His arctic eyes were blank as he focused on his enemy. Tetherby saw better days. His face was gaunt and waxen as he lost his fat. Besmirched and tattered clothes with various set-in stains on his white shirt of the fitted suit and the dark blue suit becoming pitch black. Lincoln can count the remaining teeth in his mouth. He inhaled and exhaled as he tightened his fist. Lincoln closed the distance by smashing his fist into Tetherby's nose, breaking it. Crimson stained the wrappings on his hand, but he wasn't down. Lincoln overwhelms the stunned man. Right jab to the sternum. Tetherby stumbles back, still dazed from the blow to the nose. Continue with two shots to the kidneys. Remarkably, Tetherby remains standing despite a broken nose and both kidneys being traumatized. Rage is a hell of an anesthetic.

Nevertheless, the disgraced elite reserved his vigor, raising his hands and stiffened his fingers to strangle him. Time to end this. Lincoln appeared as swift as quicksilver before him, bashing a titanic punch into his empty stomach. The power behind it left the lord stunned silence with bulging eyes as he was raised slightly in the air.

"Jesus Christ, dude," Polly muttered impressively, terrified at Lincoln's attack. He stepped back, liberating his fist from the man's stomach. Tetherby kneeled over bereft of speech. "Remind me to never piss you off," Polly joked, hoping that she doesn't. He smiled as he walked over to her. Tetherby narrowed his eyes at the smiling Lincoln holding his aching stomach. For once, it isn't due to hunger. He doesn't deserve to smile like that. Tetherby reached into his inside coat to withdraw his walking stick. The last remnant of his lost prestige. It saved him numerous times when he wanted or needed to take something by force. Preferably via smashing people's brains in. Just like how he'll do to Lincoln. He unleashed another yell charging them when a smooth flat stone was launched into his fingers. His bruised fingers liberated his cane as a threatening shadow loomed over him. His jaw dropped before Lincoln delivered a Superman punch at his forehead, laying him flat on his back.

"Man, kid, you got hops," Elder Zhau remarked, pacing towards the pair in her tracksuit. Tetherby groaned, rubbing the minor bump on his forehead as he stood on his feet. Dude, stay down. Elder Zhau struck a pressure point on his neck, immobilizing him. "Finally, he shuts up," He gritted his teeth and snarled at her

"Silence, you damn ruffian. I could've bought and sold you to a massage parlor in Vegas," Tetherby growled. The trio glanced at him.

"Yeah, could've," Elder Zhau mocked as police sirens echoed in the distance. Several squad cars arrived at the park. Two men restricted Tetherby as they awaited the police. His eyes expanded as he knew these men.

"Unhand me. I was your Lord Tetherby," He resisted his restriction from his former workers.

"Was. Past tense," The one with apricot skin and thin mustache reminded his former boss while his twin nodded. (These guys are twins. There's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise). "Here you go, officers," The men handed the still ranting Tetherby to the police. They watched as he continued to resist arrest as one of the police used a taser to subdue him.

"I'll get you kids home okay," Officer Schoffner declared. Lincoln had enough for one day.

"I'm back-oh geez," Lincoln shouted when Leni tackled-hugged him, lifting him off the ground. Polly snickered at how he dangled off the ground while his face was pushed against Leni's. "Leni, your mascara is running," He attempted to create distance, but it was no issue. This hug was powered by sisterly affection.

"I don't care, Linky," Leni sobbed as she held him tight. "I'm sorry that we made you feel that didn't belong in the stupid sister fight protocol," His face softened at the sniffling Leni. She eased her hold to look at him as he wiped her tears. "And that...and that...and that," The designer stammered, gazing at the black and red stains on his face. Red stains. Her heart froze for a brief moment. She wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she's an expert if there's one thing. Its colors. They were small yet visible across his face and cheeks. There are also spots on his shirt too. Most of it was on the tape wrapped around his hands. His eyes were empty blue pools reflecting the sorrow within them. Something happened. "Linky, what happened," Leni whispered. He looked off to the side, avoiding her frightened gaze. "LINCOLN, ARE YOU OKAY?!" Her frantic screams alarmed the entire house. Everyone rushed to the living

"What's going on here," Lynn asked, wearing one of his sports. Leni was manically searching for injuries on Lincoln.

"Lincoln's hurt. There's blood on him," Leni reported to the shocked family as tears ran down her face.

"WHAT?!"They shouted while Lisa retrieved a medical kit. Lori released the waterworks too. Was it because of her? She attempted to force him out of his room, his space for what? A petty argument.

"It's not mine," Lincoln shouted. They exhaled. It wasn't his blood. Wait, it wasn't his blood?

"It's not mine either. I finished my cycle for the month," Polly revealed with a shrug. "Those four days sucked!" She groaned. Those who're able to get their periods glared at her. Four days?! Really?!

"Must be nice being one of God's favorites," Lynn growled before focusing on Lincoln. "If it's not yours, then who's it is?"

"I can answer that," Officer Schoffner announced to the family. "Don't worry, he's not in trouble" That eased their fears. "But he did get into a fight," Lynn Sr. fainted dramatically with the hand on his forehead and everything.

"Oh, my baby became an angsty troubled YA protagonist!" Rita wailed along with Luna and Lucy. "Where did I go wrong?!" She gazed into the sky.

"Did you win?!" Lynn shouted. They just looked at her. "It's an important question."

"Yes, I won. I'm still here right," Lincoln confirmed. However, that didn't ease their worries.

"The better question is who was it?" Luan continued. They wanted to know who attacked their brother.

"Tobias Tetherby. He used to live in that plot of land a few years ago before it was sold," Officer Schoffner checked her notes and statements from years prior. "He refused to leave because he built that mansion, but we were able to get him out of there. What's your connection with him?"

"I only met him once when I won that win-a-limo competition," Lincoln recalled as she wrote down his statement. "I had to eat a lot of mustard," The sisters shivered. It was a lot of it. "He thought I was rich like him when he saw me in the limo. I was a jerk for a while due to hanging out with him, and he kicked me out when he figured out it was a rental. Fortunately, I came to my senses, so I took my sisters for a rental," He continued his story as his father came to. "Lord Tetherby immediately changed his tone when he saw me in the limo telling me to abandon my sisters. Then we hosed him with mustard," That would explain why Tetherby despised mustard.

"That was fun," Luna commented. Schoffner scratched her head. There has to be more to this story. Why would a fully grown adult, albeit a disgustingly entitled one, attack a literal child? Mistaken identity? No, that wouldn't make any sense. That white hair is unique. Maybe, it's because a child is the only thing he can threaten. That's a long shot, but it's something until she has more intel.

"Anything else," The officer remarked. They shook their heads.

"No, ma'am. This is the first time I've seen him since then," Lincoln retorted as Lisa returned with the medkit while Schoffner went to the car for an evidence kit. "What's that Lisa," He pointed to the suspicious device in her hand.

"It's a simple scanner which analyzes and identifies substances, so I don't have to touch it," Lisa explained while holding up the hand-held device. It's similar to an infrared thermometer. "Like so," She demonstrated as a green light phased up and down his body.

"Analyze complete. Results: Human blood and mascara," An automated voice answered.

"Okay, that makes my job easier, but I still need to take your clothes for evidence," The officer returned as she put on her gloves. Lincoln took off his shirt and unwrapped his arms. He handed it over to Schoffner, who placed them in a secure plastic bag. She got a cotton swab, wiped any red spots on his face, and then put it in another container. "My final question. Are you okay like up here?" She said softly, pointing her head, reminding her training when dealing with kids. He just got assaulted by a stranger.

"I've been through worse," Lincoln shrugged. "Like, have you seen Lori in the morning before she had her coffee and make-up?"He pointed out. "Now that's scary,"

"Hey!" Lori placed her hands on her hips as Luan snickered. Another green light scanned him.

"His brain waves are relatively stable," Lisa calculated upon reading his stats. "Also, they're focused on Polly for some reason," Polly wiggled her eyebrows at him while he blushed. "Did something between you two?"

"No," Lincoln declared a little too quickly. "Well, she did help me get away from Tetherby for a bit,"

"Thank you," Rita smiled.

"No problem, Mrs. Loud. His grandpa saved mine, so I just returned the favor," Polly wrapped an arm around his neck. "Plus, Lynn would kill me if I didn't help,"

"You damn right," Lynn replied before grinning. "Still, thanks, Polly. I owe you one."

"Mhmm, maybe I can…." Polly smirked at Lincoln getting closer to him. "Just for a while,"

"Know your limits," Lynn muttered in a dark tone.

"Okay, fine, geez. You still owe a dance," Polly remarked. Fair enough. "Did you really eat your bodyweight in mustard?" Lincoln strolled to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of mustard. He titled his head back and opened his mouth. Those tangy yellow ropes squirted down his mouth. "Okay, I believe you," He wiped his mouth. "I'll see you, dudes, later. Also, Lincoln," He titled his head. "WOMP! WOMP!" She smacked her buttcheeks in front of him, making him spit mustard in shock before giving him a peace sign. His enlarged eyes followed her out the door.

Polly was checking her skates on her room floor. She smiled at Lincoln's reaction. Man, he's fun to tease, especially when Lynn's around. Yeah, he's a good-looking dude, intelligent, funny, charming, and awesome to be around. It's not like she has a full-blown crush on him. Then the image of him chugging mustard looped in her mind. Polly froze as her cheeks turned pink.

"Well, shit,"

The former Lord Tetherby sat alone in his dreary holding cell in his orange jumpsuit. He tugged at it this second skin. It mocked him. His proper clothing was held up somewhere, being contaminated with lower quality clothing of peasants. He lost everything. His wealth, rank, prestige, social status, and respect. Everyone abandoned him, including his family, in favor of his illegitimate bastard of a second cousin. That car crash should've killed him. All of his workers moved on with their lives. They all left one by one. He didn't expect his two butlers whose families served him since his grandparents to hand him over to the FBI and IRS. Tobias has been on the run since. Lord Tetherby...no. He's Tobias now drained his accounts almost immediately. Now he's reduced to this. A penniless, toothless vagrant. Nevertheless, he still has his mind and pride. The clock stopped ticking.

"What in blazes?! No, not again!" Tobias yelled as the room widened and morphed into incomprehensible proportions. He ran to the security guard pushing his face against the cold iron bars as fear leaked from his face. "Can you hear me?!" The guard didn't respond. Not like he could hear his cries. Tobias's leathery hand reached out to gain someone's attention, only for it to slow down. He observed the afterimages with an agape mouth while pushing his hand and out of his cell.

"Hello again," That silvery voice greeted in a calmly intimidating tone. Tobias froze, barely able to move his eyes to glance behind him. The man stood behind in standard police uniform with a cold smile. "Why don't you take a seat?" Tobias was already on his cot before he could think of a response.

"Why are you here," Tobias demanded at the smiling man. "You already completed your task," He shouted as his blood pressure rose. An idea popped into his brain. "Unless," He smirked before unleashing a booming mocking cackle. "You can't go back, or you broke the rules, so you're stuck here," Tobias continued his rant. Finally, something went his way.

"I never planned to go back," 'Micheal' stated, halting his amusement. Tobias gazed at him, flabbergasted at his sentence. "The task I was given never intended for me to go back. I shall be erased and replaced like a snake shedding its skin" A silver ring detailing a snake devouring its tail was on his hand. "It was always the plan," He said blankly.

"What's the task?!" Tobias shouted at the serene man gripping his sheets. "What is the purpose of all of this?!"

"I'll tell you since we have all the time in the world," Micheal replied. He told him everything. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the horrific. Wars, nuclear disasters, and everything in between. Micheal spent a considerable amount of time telling Tobias. "Well, that's the story, but given how time works. It can all change by simply telling you this," He concluded as Tobias shivering hands grasped on what remains of his greasy hair. "Good day Lord Tetherby," Micheal mocked before exiting the cell. The ticking resumed. Tobias spent seconds that felt like hours as his feeble mind attempted to comprehend this revelation. It can only do one thing.

He screamed.

Leni lay awake in her bed later that night. She moved her pretty head to her alarm clock, showing her that it was past midnight. Lori was asleep with various tear-soaked tissues near her bed. The fashion designer slowly got up from the bed stepping over the shred remains of the dress that she and Lori fought over. Leni cut it up herself. She can always make and get another dress, but she can't get another brother. Her delicate hands clenched as she viewed the dress in disgust. It was a lovely turquoise single-shoulder dress with a knee-length skirt. Even better that it had pockets. Leni never wanted to burn a dress until this morning. This stupid damn dress nearly broke her family. It caused her Linky to leave the house as the protocol made him worthless. Then some meanie attacked her brother. Lori snored, interrupting her thoughts. Leni tiptoed out of their room as the hallway was vacant.

She quietly paced to his door and slowly opened it as the moonlight shone on his sleeping form. Leni smiled sadly. He's asleep and safe in his bed. She silently watched him sleep soundly for a few minutes. This wasn't the first time she's done this. Leni had nightmares about him being cold and alone, unable to do anything about it. The ones where he cried are the worst. They drove him away. She reached to nuzzle his hair but paused when he shifted in his sleep. He sniffed the air, smelling something sweet. It was probably one of his sisters. Was it Lola or Leni? Lincoln moved over as he raised his blanket, opening a spot for her. She took it, hugging him tightly yet gently.

"I love you, Linky," Leni said softly, kissing the back of his head.

"Love you," Lincoln mumbled in his sleep. The siblings drifted back to sleep.

Fun fact: The Ouroboros symbolizes the concept of eternity and endless return. Also time travel as time never stops.

Holy shit this chapter was exhausting but it's done. I know the tropers are going to love this chapter. You guys are doing an awesome job so keep up the excellent work. I know this chapter had awesome, funny, tear-jerking and nightmare fuel. The next chapter is when a major change occurs for Lincoln. Well, one of the major changes in the story.

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