Hello, my guys, gals and non-binary pals. We're back in with AN OFFICAL chapter of QTQ after a preview, cut content and an omake. I know you guys are happy with this especially since some of you were dying for a proper chapter.
By the time, I'm writing this season 6 has ended with season 7 premiering soon. Also I catch up Pops the Question and turns out that Myrtle is a FUCKING SECRET AGENT!
Not complaining. It does create some interesting plot ideas but that messes up my lore. RIP Owl House but don't worry I'll probably have a story or one-shot here and there.
Other news, I post a commission asked from the LEGENDARY Sunny Eclipses the Queen of Ronniecoln.
The poll results for Mature May are in: In first place with 10 votes, to nobody's surprise is Anabelle aka Thicc QT!
Anabelle: Was there any doubt?
In second place we have Maria Casagrande-Santiago
Maria: I'm shocked that I got second place. I'm technically a spin-off character.
I think everyone is tired of Rita being the prime MILF of the series and wanted more variety. Speaking of we have 4 way tie for third place. We have Rita Loud, Principals Ramirez & Rivers, and Katherine Mulligan
Rita: Damn I thought I was going to win.
Katherine: Finally people know my name especially with my recent episodes
Ramirez: I didn't know popular found me so popular
Rivers: Ohh, I hope people like my chapter whenever that happens
In fourth place we have another 4-way tie. It's Frida & Rosa Casagrande, Morag and Anges Johnson.
Agnes: I honestly I thought was going to place much higher
Morag: Same here especially with this massive rump I'm dragging.
Frida: I'm so happy Maria her deserved stop.
Rosa: If she got first place.
In fifth place, of course we have another tie between Cheryl & Meryl, Superintendent Chen and Mrs. Selter
Cheryl: Shoot, I hoped that Lincoln could butter my biscuits
Meryl: (In her own little world watching her shows)
In sixth place we have Sue, Jesse Hiller, and Nana Gayle.
Some of these characters appeal to me more than others so I've decided to do something called F-it chapters. These chapters in Logbook that I want to do similar to Mrs. Gurdle. Why? Motivation and writer's block is a bitch sometimes. So it'll save me some save and you guys as well for those wanting more lemons.
Now the reviews
NiteOwl18: I have other ideas for Omakes but that'll be a later chapter. It's been a while since we've seen those characters and they deserve a small spotlight.
Mastershadow300, phil34metro, yami15147, Mr. Haziq: Yep, you are correct and great for a little throwback
Guest: One of the issues I had with KND is that their sector numbers were tiny. So I decided to make the entire state a sector with dozens of teams throughout. Regarding Lynn, I won't be surprised if entire families were operatives.
A part of me wanted Rosa to be Grandma Stuffum as it would create an interesting dynamic between her and Ronnie Anne. One of the themes of Sector V was all members had relatives that were villains or antagonists.
DaleJr.88: You've received your wish with a project this time around. I too have started to rewatch Star Wars the Clone Wars.
Regarding Nikki's mom, I don't recall when I had that idea since I've been writing this story for almost 4 years now. My best guess is that I wanted to expand on Nikki's character. Oh Ronnie Anne was pissed. She and Stella are going to meet up sooner than you think. Shoot the name.
KND was one of the most iconic shows on Cartoon Network back in the day. The series is completed with a movie and comics. It's premise was that kids are a part of a global organization called the Kids Next Doors. Operatives are kids with military-style training and equipment called 2x4 which is basically random stuff put together with some professional-looking machines and are given a Number for a codename. Either an actual number or something else
Their directive is protecting kids from adult tyranny which are exaggerated issues like eating vegetables and going to the dentist. One of the rules is that when an operative turns 13, they're decommissioned meaning that all of their memories of being KND operative are erased. However, some managed to keep their memories by defecting to the Teenagers or being an elite covert unit.
The NA division of Sector MI was of my creation as a way to further world-build. NA refers to North America and MI is Michigan. Operatives are stationed in sectors which can be either states or countries as Sector I was India. Sid and Ronnie Anne, I was trying to match the characters
I would do that but I need to focus on the Friendship Game arc.
QOTD: Man, I haven't done these in a while. Okay now that TOH has concluded, what coven do is your favorite?
Victory. . . it's a simple word, yet it holds immense power over a person's psyche. Everyone wanted it, but few achieved that wonderful gift. However, it's how one performs that concept that determines the taste. Overwhelming force, dirty tricks, breaking sacred oaths, or staying behind the scenes allow the dominos to fall and restack the pieces. Lincoln found victory to be sweet. He didn't have to do anything. His sisters were competitive with a pinch of selfishness. That worked to his advantage, comprehending their personalities and methods to claim victory for himself. He said or did something, and they reacted accordingly. Lincoln had to bring some allies, but it was 10 against one. He had to even the playing field and ask for favors, but Lincoln was willing to take that. Plus, it was Lucy and Leni, the more . . . tolerable sisters. Although all his sisters were planning revenge, that's a later problem.
Lincoln and his friends were outside, joining their lunch break on this temperate afternoon. It's a casual outing with a gentle breeze overhead. Lincoln was taking out his lunch when a bear-eared shadow crept over him. Bear ears?
"Hey, Pandora," He remarked, evading a grab by leading to the side. She pouted as she took a seat next to him.
"I'm going to get you one of these days," Pandora boasted to the group eating lunch.
"That won't be today," Lincoln countered with a smile as his sparring partner rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out. Pandora opened her container with a steaming bundle of dumplings. The silver-haired boy revealed his lunch as well.
"Ohhhh…" Their eyes gleamed like shining gems at the exquisite dish. Lincoln had golden and creamy lemon butter pasta with tender salmon covered in a deep golden brown sugar and honey glaze.
"Talk about the catch of the day," Liam commented. Maybe his dad can snag the farm a few buckets.
"My gramps heard the news that my dad finally started his restaurant," Lincoln said, taking out his spoon.
"Albert?" One of them asked. Makes sense, as his maternal grandfather was in the Navy.
"No, my gramps, my dad's dad," Lincoln explained, taking a bite of his glazed salmon. "He's a fisherman up north," Lincoln vaguely gestured in the cardinal direction. Some of them winced at the notion. They saw those shows on Alaskan crab fishermen. They're built differently.
"That must be tough on grandma," Stella remarked, munching on some Lumpia. Man, I need to try some of that.
"Nah, they divorced years ago as they wanted to do different things," Lincoln explained about his paternal grandparents' amicable divorce. All of their children were grown up and desired unique paths. Both had enough money to do it, so nothing was stopping them. I haven't figured out a name for Lynn's younger brother or what he does. Same with Aunt Shirley. Don't worry; I have something planned for Aunt Shirley.
"What about your mom's mom?" Rusty asked when Cookie punched him in the shoulder. "OW! What the heck?!" He snarled as several of his classmates glared at him. Lincoln just picked at his food as Serena and others whispered comforting words.
"Did you forget the cult documentaries we watched?" Zach whispered, gesturing over to Lincoln.
It was earlier in the semester during their psychology class. Current events have the school board worried about how influenced the population can be. Social media, direct relationships, personal bias, and numerous other factors are all listed for how people can slip down the rabbit hole and believe in conspiracies or harmful mindsets. They briefly hired a consultant to arrange with the teachers to add an addendum to the syllabus. The consultant was adamant about students learning its full scope and dangers, as even rational and intelligent individuals can fall into the sticky trap of cults and other groups.
Their teachers' showed them a series of documentaries about some of the more infamous cults: Aum Shinrikyo, the Manson family, Branch Davidians, People's Temple, and Heaven's Gate. They were permitted to leave during the viewing if the material was too intense for them. Some did; Lincoln was one of them. He didn't need to tell them.
Why?
The Heaven's Gate documentary shows the victims giving their late statements via a recording before the ritual. One of the women had a striking resemblance to Lincoln's mother. She mentioned Rita and Albert by name. It didn't take long for them to solve the puzzle. That was his grandmother. They decided not a make a huge deal out of it, aware that it's a highly sensitive topic.
They enjoyed the remaining of their lunch period until the bell rang. Lincoln felt a comforting hand on the back of his hoodie. Nobody was behind him. Yet he smiled.
Ah, field trips. These are some of the best memories a student can ever have. Is it me, or they've stopped doing field trips? Although given the current . . . events in the USA. I can see why. Plus, I'm not from the USA, and they stopped doing that at my high school. Students were excitedly waiting in the auditorium with their bags and other supplies prepared for the trip.
Principal Huggins stepped on stage as the students quieted. He adjusted his microphone and cleared his throat. "Good morning, students," Huggins announced.
"Good morning Principal Huggins," The students repeated.
"Our school and one of the local zoos have collaborated to give you students a tour of Michigan's flora and fauna to gain an appreciation of the state's natural beauty," Higgins explained to his students. Most didn't care about the educational reason; instead ecstatic about being out of school for a few hours. "So please take out your signed consent forms and hand them to your teachers," He directed the students as the majority unzipped their bags in search of the desired form.
Pandora smiled as she opened her bag and opened her trapper keeper. She can't wait to see the animals. They recently got pandas. Her smile gradually formed into a frown, her heart raced, and her eyes widened. Wait . . . she knew that her mother signed it. "Oh no," She muttered. Pandora was correct, but it was simply the date without the signature. "Crap," Pandora grumbled, placing her face in her hands.
"Are you okay?" Lincoln asked, concerned for his friend.
"No," Pandora groaned sullenly. "My mom forgot to sign it," She handed him the blank form, displaying her plight.
Lincoln scanned the paper and another one of her sheets. Mhm. Her mother's signature is one of them. "I think I can help with that," He took out his pen.
"Wait . . . what?" Pandora questioned. Her eyes exploded in alarm at Lincoln WRITING ON THE FORM! "Are you crazy?! You'll get in trouble for this. . .," She criticized hushedly to avoid alarm.
"Relax, I got this," Lincoln consoled as he scribbled on the form. "And done," He finished, returning the paper.
"How did you?" Pandora mumbled at the disturbing accuracy of it. Lincoln smirked, placing a finger on his lips, gesturing to her to follow him. She gulped, taking her bags and forged consent forms while following him. Lincoln gave his form and received a wristband. Pandora's heart thundered with barely shaking hands as her teacher examined the signature. She exhaled as they handed her a wristband.
Lincoln gave her a thumbs-up as they joined the traveling students. "Told ya," He smirked as she punched him in the arm. Like, what was he thinking?! Others were left behind as they didn't want to go or were forced to stay for academic or disciplinary reasons.
"You've done this before," Pandora whispered, narrowing her eyes at him. This can't be his first rodeo.
"I plead the 5th. Scout's honor," Lincoln retorted as the shining sun heated their skin upon exiting the building. "Plus, we're not the only ones," He hushed, his eyes gesturing to some of their schoolmates lining up at the buses.
"Rusty?" Pandora guessed, arching a brow. Rusty has become a bit of a braggart after the Star Wars event, claiming he got a girl called Rebecca's number and has been texting her since. Or was it Chandler? The redhead wasn't the most . . . honest of individuals. It wouldn't be surprising if Chandler forged a few signatures throughout his life. Lincoln shrugged as they hopped on the bus. All of her worries vanished as the bus engine rumbled and drove away.
"I owe you one," She muttered to him while taking their seats. It made her guilt go away. Pandora won't get in trouble because her mother already did all the work. She's fine.
"Don't worry about it," Lincoln brushed it off, reaching for something in his bag. "Want to play some cards," He held a deck. She smiled as Lincoln shuffled the cards.
The ride went smoothly as Adora's acolytes played go-fish. Alexandria was on another bus. "Do you have any-" Pandora asked when the bus ground to a stop. She returned the cards to Lincoln, and he returned the cards to his bag. Agnes stood from the front row.
"Alright, students, we've arrived, and we're using the buddy system, so pair up," The mature redhead announced to the students.
"GOT MINE!" Pandora confirmed loudly, grabbing Lincoln's hand and hoisting it in the air for all to see. He blushed at the contact. Several girls groaned and grumbled at Pandora's swiftness, wanting Lincoln to be their buddy. The students exited the bus in a single file, following the teachers to the entrance, where a team of guides awaited them.
"Welcome to Fern Valley habitorium," The lead guide welcomed the students. "Before we start, is anyone here from the Loud Family?" Her tone grew severe as her eyes narrowed while scanning the students. Several employees tensed up at the sound of that accursed family name.
"That would be me," Lincoln announced, raising his hand. The employees' eyes widened in despair.
"Oh my god. . .," More groaned and covered their faces with their hands. Not another one!
"Don't worry, he's the good one," Agnes remarked, easing the workers' concerns. Of course, the boy is the mild-mannered one after a series of chaotic sisters. However, that begs another question.
"Please tell me you're the last one," The lead guide begged, clasping her hands pleadingly.
"Nope," Lincoln smiled blankly to their horror. Wait, maybe he's the second to last one? They thought, hopefully. "You're at the halfway point,"
"You have 10 sisters?!" One of them shouted, aghast at the information. His schoolmates nodded and uttered confirmations. "Is there anyone we should look out for?"
"The twins, especially Lana, she loves animals and maybe Lisa," Lincoln warned casually. Hopefully, those three will mellow out in the next few years.
"Can you tell-"
"We know that Luan is still banned for that," Lincoln interjected, confirming their suspicions. His classmates arched their brows and mumbled about what Luan possibly did.
"Don't worry, we'll keep him in check," Agnes mentioned. He's one of the most well-behaved students in the school, but extra security won't hurt.
"We?" Lincoln questioned, tilting his head. Who's going to stop him?
"Ahem. . ." Several girls cleared their throats, providing him with an answer. He froze. Pandora tightened her grasp on his palm, telling Lincoln he wasn't getting away from her. She wiggled her eyebrows with a smirk at his cold sweat. Haiku turned around, arching her brow and crossing her arms. Alexandria placed her hand on his shoulder. Stella, Girl Jordan, Mollie, and Courtney pierced his back with their gazes. Jenny was at school, monitoring some of their schoolmates. Why did Lincoln get the sensation that this was extreme foreshadowing?
"Thank you," The lead guide smiled before swapping to professional mode. "Let's start our tour," She resumed, walking towards the entrance with the students and teachers behind her. They split into two groups, one for each teacher. Their first stop was the Wolverine, Michigan's state animal. Then the groups split off, going to the aquatic life or terrestrial and avian creatures with a bit of a petting zoo. Pandora's hand barely left Lincoln's throughout the tour as she tugged him along. He didn't mind it. Others took note of this development. Rusty opened his mouth to mock, but others silenced him immediately.
The students rejoined for a lunch break. Later on, they competed in a trivia game for prizes. The students perspired as they were only one question away from achieving the grand prizes. All they have to do is answer one . . . more . . . question. The question? Is the Wolverine currently native to Michigan? Yes, no, or both.
They answered No because wolverines were hunted for their fur and hunted to near extinction and can't be found in the wild. All of their wolverines were imported from the Northern regions of Canada and Alaska.
"That's correct," The students erupted in cheers. Some were grateful as they didn't have to do an assignment for this field trip.
The other teacher leaned in and whispered. "Should we tell them that there wasn't an assignment?"
"Shh! Let them have this moment," Agnes whispered to her colleague as the students continued to cheer. They collected their prizes, waited for the bus, and left the location a few moments later while trading rewards with their classmates. The students returned to school and strolled to their classrooms. Principal Huggins delivered the afternoon announcements and concluded the school day.
"Hey, Lincoln," Pandora called to him with rosy cheeks. He turned to her as they paced down the stairs. "Thanks for the help. . . this was an awesome day," Her smile twitched with joy while rubbing her arms. "I appreciate it,"
"You're welcome, Pandora," Lincoln smiled back. Pandora's smile prolonged as her heart became a thundering war drum. Is she going to do this? They were at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey Lincoln, I have a trade for you," Pandora coaxed, gesturing to a secluded spot. He followed.
"So what do you tra-" The words were captured in his throat at the delicate warmth of her lips on his cheek.
"I think that's a fair trade," Pandora smirked with a giggle. She peeked into his goodie bag and got another idea. "About another one?" She purred.
"An-another one," Lincoln stammered with a burning face.
"A little two for one if that's okay with you," Pandora acknowledged taking a step back. His blue eyes quickly glanced at her lips. She smiled, clarifying precisely what's he thinking.
". . . Sure," Lincoln agreed. They weren't being watched. Years of living with Lucy and virtually no privacy in his home sharpened his senses from prying eyes. She grinned. Both traded their items, Pandora wanted that charm, and she gave Lincoln several stickers and pins in exchange.
"Two for one?" Pandora asked
"Two for one," Lincoln repeated. Both closed the distance, their lips parted slightly as they wrapped their arms around each other. The contact was short and sweet. Nothing complicated as these were elementary students. Lincoln took the lead, having more experience in this field, brushing the bang out of the way. Pandora purred softly as their lips gilded over each other. Woah, he's good at this. They separated. Their faces were bright, freshly picked strawberries.
"Dang. . .," Pandora muttered in a dream-like state. He tasted like honey.
"This stays between us," Both vowed. Neither of them wanted issues or gossip between their classmates. Especially Rusty. However, he's texting Rebecca, so he should stay out of their way. "But first," Pandora declared.
Lincoln's heart raced at her smirk and tightening grip."You won't. . .," He glared at her.
"I will," Pandora countered, raising him in the air and safely slamming him into the grass. "Told ya, I was going to get you," She smirked, lording over him now.
"Was this your plan along?" Lincoln questioned, dusting the grass out of his hair.
"Nope," Pandora chirped. "That was a moment of opportunity," She turned away, keeping her success in full, licking her lips to savor his taste. Lincoln rolled his eyes. "We better go because Rusty will start crap if we're out for too long," He nodded as they strolled off toward the front of the school. His sisters were already here, and both said their farewells.
"Guess who finally locked lips with Bunny Boy? THIS GIRL!" Pandora bragged in the QT group chat.
"OH, COME ON?! That's half of us already," Courtney growled.
"I don't think mine counted," Alexandria retorted as if it was an accident.
"Same here," Jenny supported.
"You kinda went on a date with him," Caroline and Evelynn corrected. Pandora exhaled through her nose as she fiddled with the charm.
Today was a good day.
We are BACK! In the Ares & Athena Arena, Adora's acolytes were training with Ty Lee and Todo as Adora was out for the day. Ty Lee was running full spheres around Pandora and Alexandria. The young girls fumed and grumbled as they were unable to touch her.
"Why was she so acrobatic?" Both girls muttered after another failed assault. They had a better time hitting a +6 Minimize Unaware Clefable using Stored Power on Pokemon Showdown. Yeah. I know you people are. COWARDS OF ALL YOU! Ty Lee stated that she worked in a circus as a gymnast in her youth. How's Lincoln doing? He's in a paradox where he's doing better but also worst at the same time. Aoi wasn't holding back on Lincoln. Okay, he was primarily honing his skills and reflexes since Lincoln was a child.
"Ohhhh. . .," Pandora and Alexandria winced at the forearm smash. The purpose was to stimulate Lincoln's senses for a real fight.
"Nice. You're not relying on your eyes as much," Todo praised with a wide grin as he blocked a flurry of punches. Lincoln weaved through the returning barrage, gritting his teeth as Todo's spartan kick pushed him back. "Left yourself open a bit," The older man criticized before exhaling with a light sweat. "Let's call it a day, all right," His hand ruffled Lincoln's hair as they took a break.
"Same here," Ty Lee agreed before gesturing for the girls to approach her. "Pandora. Work on your speed," The grappler nodded. There's nothing scarier than a grappler who can immediately close the gap. Have you seen Hoarah Lux's powerbomb? "Alexandria, you're a little too stiff. It makes your attacks more telegraphed," Ty Lee explained. Unease settled in Alexandria's being, was she reaching a plateau in her skills? Is the yellow belt all she can do?
"Maybe you can get Lincoln to help you?" Pandora interjected, noticing her teammate's dour moment. Alexandria raised a brow. "Watch," Pandora whispered as she tip-toed toward Lincoln, who was busy listening to his music. They observed him absentmindedly evade each of Pandora's grabs. She gestured, demonstrating what she had explained. Ty Lee pushed Alexandria forward. Karate QT's hand twitched as she reached for his shoulder.
"Hey, Alexandria," Lincoln interjected, briefly frightening her as she stepped back. How did he know?! "You need my help with something?" He asked, removing his headphones.
"Yeah, can you help with my reaction time?" Alexandria requested.
"Sure, I'll have Lisa make something for us," Lincoln confirmed, sending his sister a swift message. Both made their preparations to meet later this week for training.
Alexandria arrived a few days; her mother would pick her up within two hours. She went to the backyard where Lincoln awaited by a . . . bunker entrance. Why doesn't that surprise her?
"Over here," He waved at her. Alexandria readjusted her sports bag as he twisted the hatch open. Both climbed the ladder and shut the hatch behind them. She followed Lincoln while observing their surroundings. It looks like a typical underground bunker. Instead. . . basic compared to what Lisa often created. However, that soon changed when the stone floor was gradually upgraded into reinforced steel. Low mechanical hums echoed throughout the hall, with beams of neon green energy flowing across the detailed lines.
"Woah," Alexandria marveled. Now this was a laboratory. They stopped by a door with a small futuristic robot at the front.
"Hey, Lincoln," Friendbot greeted the two.
"Hey, Friendbot," Lincoln replied. Alexandria observed the pair conversate. This wasn't Lisa's main robot companion as Friendbot was modern, made with the latest technology and features like his touchscreen face plate, compared to TODD, crafted from random junk in the custodian's closet.
"Lisa created this room for you guys," Friendbot entered an access code, revealing a set of metallic double doors that opened with a hiss and beep. The two shivered at the crisp arctic breeze escaping the room before entering. Alexandria rested her bag on a wall bench before joining Lincoln in the room's center. The room was vast and blank, with segmented floor tiles resembling an arcade dance pad. Even the walls and ceiling has similar pads with tiny gaps between them. They used this time to limber up as Friendbot entered a control room. Both wore workout attire, knowing they'll work up a sweat.
"Is he around?" Lincoln asked, his tone growing severe while scanning the area. Alexandria paused, wondering who he was.
"No, he's been decommissioned after you outsmarted the creator," Friendbot acknowledged as he checked the systems to ensure peak operational performance.
Lincoln nodded, catching Alexandria's stare as she stretched her hamstrings. "Battle Bot. He's gone rogue with a vendetta against him," He explained to his curious partner.
"Wait, rogue?!" Alexandria exclaimed, getting in a battle stance. A rouge machine? Now that's some good training right there.
"Don't worry about it; he's under surveillance," Friendbot consoled, dashing Alexandria's hope. She pouted. There's nothing she can do on her part. Both children stood in the room's center. "Ready?" The futuristic robot asked.
"Ready!" They respond as the room shakes with a low rumble. An ocean of neon green flooded their surrounding areas.
"3. . .2. . .1," An automated voice counted down when a volley of crimson beams suddenly appeared. Lincoln was able to maneuver through the stream easily.
Alexandria struggled, groaning as several grazed her limbs and face. "Come on!" She fumed under her breath.
"Alexandria," Lincoln shouted, breaking her frustration. " Breathe. You're losing focus," He cautioned with a stern glare as if he was scolding one of his sisters. "Watch and follow me," The frost-haired boy instructed his sparring partner. Alexandria exhaled, calming herself as she followed his orders. It took several rounds, but Alexandria gradually comprehended the rhythm of the lights. The pair evaded the crimson beams in sync, resuming their dance from when Dimartino taught Lincoln's class. They laughed and enjoyed themselves until almost two hours had passed.
"Lincoln, your family will arrive in an estimated 35 minutes," Friendbot declared, shutting the systems down. Time to go. They released their holds on each other, grabbing their gear upon exiting. Friendbot saw them out, maintaining vigilance in case Battle Bot was around. His programming was more . . . adaptive and belligerent compared to the others. Why is that? Was something functionally wrong with Battle Bot's processor? Or was it something more profound. . . something more human? That's a question for another time.
Alexandria and Lincoln entered his home and lay on the couch. They were exhausted, drenched in sweat with burning rarely used muscles. Both quenched their thirst with sports drinks.
"Oh. . .," She winced at her burning leg muscles. Her body wasn't adapted to this type of movement, comfortable with the more rigid karate motions. Now Alexandria's increasing her body's range of motion and is paying the price for it.
"You good?" Lincoln asked with a slow heave.
"Kinda," Alexandria replied, slowly rubbing her legs with her palms—anything to ease inflammation.
"I can help with that if you want," Lincoln offered up his services.
Alexandria paused with bright scarlet cheeks. She hesitated. However, she's far behind some of her fellow QTs and didn't want to deal with muscle cramps later now. "Please," Alexandria obliged right as Lincoln knelt before her. She closed her eyes and melted into his gliding hands. Lincoln's features heated as she softly moaned. He pushed them away to focus on his task. Wow. Alexandria's calves and thighs were toned and smooth to the touch.
'Wait what are you thinking?' He scolded himself when the front door creaked open. Their hearts briefly froze.
"Hey. . .," Both said to his family with an anxious sweat across their brow.
"Hey," Lynn Jr. replied, staring at their position. "Doing some post-workout recovery?" She predicated blankly at the two. Lincoln and Alexandria shared a glance.
"Yes," Lincoln clarified. Something about Lynn's tone unnerved him. Jealousy? No way. He pushed those illogical thoughts away. Why would his sister be jealous of his relationship with other girls?
"Looks like he likes the dark meat," Luan whispered to the nodding Luan. Leni sharply smacked both of them on the back of their heads. "OW!" Both whined at the strike. A car honk alerted them to the outside.
"That's my mom," Alexandria acknowledged, reading an earlier text. She stood, but her legs wobbled under her weight and prior soreness. However, Lincoln caught her. Their eyes met but only briefly. Twin gleaming sapphires met the warm earthy ground. A gentle pink heat spread across their features.
"I'll . . . see you at school," Lincoln muttered, helping Alexandria up to her feet. His family was smirking at them.
"I'll see you later Linc," Alexandria replied, taking her bag. She smiled before exiting the home with a wave.
Lincoln smiled as well before a flat line formed on his face. "Not a single word," He cautioned his beaming family. They whistled innocently.
"I request payment as per our agreement," Lisa stepped forward, reminding Lincoln of what they had discussed.
"Fine, I'll make your lunch for the week," Lincoln rolled his eyes as he entered the kitchen while Lisa grabbed his hand and followed him. Her watch flashed. A warning signal from her bunker?! Oh no, was it Battle Bot or something else? Huh? It . . . stopped. Mhm . . . odd, but Lisa rationalized her other robots and security measures dealt with the threat.
Hopefully
Remember the project plot point I talked about in chapter 28: Checkmate. Well, I remembered and going forward with it.
Royal Woods students occupied the library. Some were here for casual study. Others were rushing to salvage the burnt remains from the welcoming flames of procrastination. Thankfully Lincoln and Stella weren't one of those students. They were at the computers, establishing the finishing touches on their project along with other students.
"Should we dress up for the presentation?" Stella asked, looking over Lincoln's shoulder. She has a lovely qipao that her dad's side of the family got her on her birthday.
"Maybe you should. I don't have anything traditional," Lincoln countered and reevaluated the suggestion. Leni can help, but he doesn't have enough time for it.
"I have a few options," Stella commented, her smile widened into a flirtatious smirk as she leaned in. "Think you can help me out?" She purred huskily into his ear. Lincoln's spine tingled. His heart raced while his face heated at the comment.
However, Lincoln's face wasn't the only one that was red. Rusty's face was seething red upon hearing Stella's comment. OF . . . FUCKING COURSE! Lincoln gets some special treatment. What makes that lame nerdy artsy bunny-looking weirdo so unique, huh?! His feet tugged slightly on one of the computer's wires. He looked under and got an insidious idea while the two continued to chat.
"Well. . .," Rusty, with a malicious grin, reached around for their computer plug. "Time to pull the plug on this," He joked with a savage yank.
"What the?" Jordan exclaimed in horror, rapidly clicking on the mouse. "No, no, no, no, no," She fretted before looking under the table. Someone pulled the plug on her computer!
"Jordan, what happened?" Mollie approached her growling friend as they stared at the blank computer screen. "Did it shut down or something?" She asked.
"No, someone pulled the plug before I could save it," Girl Jordan remarked to the aghast students. The project is due tomorrow, but they must turn in a copy by the end of the day.
"Oh, that's low," Mollie seethed, glaring from the other side of the table. Others started to look as well for any snickering or signs of guilt. Rusty kept his head down, feigning innocence as he continued to type with a rumbling heart. He started to slip away when he got another idea. Wait. . . he can let Jordan use his computer, saving the day and maybe get a reward.
"Jordan, you can use mine," Lincoln chimed in, doing what exactly Rusty attempted to do, causing the redhead's blood to boil. "We already finished," He acknowledged, offering his seat as he logged out.
"Thank you," Jordan praised with a grateful heart as she logged in.
Mollie went to her side, observing the damage. "We got like 5 minutes before we need to leave," They groaned, wondering who did it. However, the better question is why? The girls looked at Lincoln, who caught their pleading gaze.
"You want to help you," He predicted. His sisters gave him similar looks in the past.
"Yes," They declared, keeping their voices down to avoid the librarian's wrath. He sighed, returning to his seat.
"It won't be easy, but I'll have something," Lincoln stated, cracking his knuckles as Jordan and Mollie gave him their notes. Clyde approached them, allowing Lincoln to focus on the computer. The two were well-oiled machines determined to complete their task within this limited time. Lincoln's eyes never left the screen. His mind and body were unison as his nimble fingers typed at blinding speeds. They watched as the words soared across the document under Clyde's dictation.
"Time," Clyde announced, stepping back and allowing Jordan and Mollie to look over it.
"This will have to do; just print it," Mollie notified as Jordan pressed print and waited for the confirmation. "Yes, let's go," They logged out and grabbed their bags while approaching the printer. The two girls snatched their papers and rushed outside behind their classmates.
"Got everything," Lincoln questioned as they strolled down the sidewalk.
"Yeah, thank you, Lincoln, you really saved us," Jordan smiled, giving him a side hug, as did Mollie. "You too, Clyde," She continued, getting him involved in the group hug. Rusty stewed in his rage and failure, believing Lincoln somehow conspired against him. Did he see him, or did someone tip Lincoln off? Was Lincoln plotting the same thing? Rusty's vengeful thoughts continued to storm in his mind. Someone was monitoring his behavior via a sky drone overhead.
Rusty Spokes.
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Analyzing . . . Analyzing. . . Analyzing.
Analyzation complete
Results: Potential candidate. High-level priority. Requires mild and further coaxing.
Data sent.
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Data received.
Fun Fact: Cookie QT is of Vietnamese/Cambodian descent.
Ohhhhhh. . . the lore is steaming right now. For those who wanted more QT and/or romantic moments, you're welcome. I'm going to do another poll called Sister Summer but it won't be any time soon. I already have a meteric fuck-ton of chapters to write for Log book and offically start the Friendship game arc.
If you can excuse me, I have monsters to hunt and scream at Mario Kart AI.
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