It's been a while since I worked on this novel. But I'm gonna get back to it, and eventually finish it. ;) Also! Gonna be dropping the first person perspectives, though I'll still indicate whose perspective is the focus.

~Lincoln's Point of View~

It was a long night for Lincoln and Clyde, having another sleepover. Though it was recent that Clyde was allowed to sleep over at the Loud residence, the two decided to swap it up to their tradition of doing it at the McBride's place, where Lincoln felt welcomed and didn't have the chaos that brewed in the Loud House.

Or so, as he'd thought. There were times when he'd said he wouldn't trade it for the world, but the increasing stress atop of his own inability to find purpose outside catering to 10 sisters, who all are advancing while he lacks behind, was catching up to him. Perhaps, it was the break he'd needed.

Clyde had awoken at 7:40AM, unusually early for his schedule, but he recalled sleeping like a baby that entire night. He didn't remember much, other than the howling of the wind rustling against the house, or the sounds of rain pattering against the roofs, and the sounds of tree limbs tearing apart and flinging into the home.

This weather, topped with his fan's white noise, put him into a slumber he was completely off-guard for expectancy, yet he was never going to argue. As he put his glasses on, he noticed Lincoln was absent, strange behavior as his best-friend in the world was always the last one to wake up.

"Now where on earth did he get off to this time?" The McBride boy pondered. "Maybe he's in the bathroom?"

This signaled Clyde to approach the bathroom, only to find the door wide open, and it empty. Instead, he walked to the living room, and peered out the window, to see Lincoln in the front yard, vaping and staring down at the carnage.

Clyde then opened the front door to step outside, before being taken back by the smell. "Yeesh. Smells like the ocean came crashing down on our little town." Though the state of Michigan only had the Great Lakes, Clyde was familiar with Hawaii's beaches, along with the Outer Banks, not to forget the famous Myrtle and Venice beaches, both on opposite coasts from his many travels, and loved Orlando and Cancun.

Suddenly, he was glad to be at neither, looking back on the carnage just one little Lake could do. And then, he recalled his trip to Biloxi weeks before a sudden, massive tropical storm, where the Gulf took its many frustrations out into the city. Now, he realized. Royal Woods could very much be the next on the list of hurricanes. Unfortunately for Clyde, this would be the least of his later concerns.

"Clyde." called his best-friend, who didn't even turn to face him, keeping his eyes on the 18 Wheeler on its side, blocking off a quarter of the road, just enough gap for a moped or bicycle to squeeze through.

Clyde then approached Lincoln, with a look of confusion. "Yeah, buddy?"

Taking a hit, Lincoln then finally turned to face him. "It's a real mess, isn't it?"

It wasn't hard to pick up on the expression Clyde had, Lincoln, however, was unimpressed. Instead, he felt as if disaster was an inevitable force of the universe's inability to repent. He did, however, try and put off the thought of what may have happened to his own home, or his family that lived within it.

"Yeah man." Clyde spoke, adjusting his glasses. "I can't believe we didn't see this coming."

Lincoln didn't realize it at the time, but Clyde's words reminded him of the same amount of shock. "You would think, that something like this would be all over the news, ya know. Watch out Royal Woods, unexpected hurricane is on the loose!" he mocked the situation.

"I don't get it though. Royal Woods NEVER gets hurricanes... well, we get tornadoes, but that's completely different." Clyde explained.

Lincoln shook his head. "Well, whatever's done, is done. Just hope all the people got out in time." he said, looking at a house two doors down, across the street.

He then pointed at the house. "Dude. That could've been us."

Clyde noticed the house, gutted in half by a massive tree, and with an apparent fire having burned out the interior before the heavy rain put it to rest. "Man... To think that missed us."

The two boys then walked back inside. There

was plenty they could've talked about with the storm, but instead they tried to drop it and continue their day.

Lincoln sat down at the table, in the kitchen, with Clyde sitting across. "You know, that was a great episode of 'ARGHHH' we didn't get to watch." He smiled, with Clyde looking on in disappointment.

"Yeah, tell me about it buddy! Just when he was about to explore that haunted mausoleum!" he replied.

Lincoln got up, and opened the fridge to get something to drink. He then picked up the first soda he found, cracked it open and took a sip, as he stared at Clyde. "You know, I'm pretty sure all mausoleums are haunted, some dead people get buried in those..."

"Important dead people." he continued, with bitter emphasis on the word 'important'.

The sudden tone of disgust confused Clyde. "You okay?" was all he could ask. Stupid. Why ask him just 'you okay', ahhh Clyde get your head in the game...

"I'm fine... Well, I'm alive." Lincoln aggressively chugged a bit of the soda. "You know something, Clyde?"

"What?" replied the confused McBride boy.

"When I'm dead, when we're dead, we'll all just be jammed in a coffin to rot away for all of eternity, at some random plot." Lincoln bitterly added. "All those famous types, they get mausoleums, some even get cryogenically preserved, but little ol' me, I'm just gonna be food for all the maggots."

Clyde was slightly disturbed by what Lincoln said. "Well... I was actually gonna be cremated..."

This response didn't phase Lincoln.

"Well." He said, before continuing. "What'll you do, if one day the last person who cares for your urn disappears, and you're left sitting in storage for decades, collecting dust and nobody knows where you are to leave flowers or their words?"

After hearing this, Clyde was speechless. "I- you're right... let's just not..."

Lincoln was shocked at unintentionally hurting Clyde with his statement. "Oh shi- shoot, I'm sorry Clyde." He then reached out to him.

"It's fine, Lincoln, really. I'm just-" he was interrupted by Lincoln gasping, before flinging the soda can across the kitchen.

Clyde was shocked. "Oh no, was there a spider in there?!" he panicked.

"No. No no, don't worry about it, I'll clean it up!" Lincoln stammered, before going to get the Swiffer in the walk in closet, before making his way to mop up the spilled soda, before stepping on the can, seemingly on purpose.

He looked at Clyde with a smile. "You know, I guess I just needed the break from... You know..."

"I could NEVER take a break from Lori, just the thought of getting to spend-" Clyde was interrupted by a loud "OH NO!" in the living room.

As Lincoln rushed into the living room, Clyde curiously looked at the crushed can, prepared to throw it in the recycling bin in the house. He couldn't find anything wrong with it. "Sam's Cola" he thought. Must be the brand? I knew we should've gotten the Dr. Pepper..."

Lincoln hopped on the couch. "Mr. and Mr. McBride, what's wrong?" he asked, with a puzzled expression. He then noticed Howard was passed out on the couch, and there was a news program on the television.

And it was about Flip, the greedy, rude and vile gas station owner, who Lincoln had just seen yesterday, and now he was on the news.

And it was now announced, he was found dead, mangled alongside the Food & Fuel sign, with his intestines swirling up and down the entire sign, with his body tied up it, and part of the intestines across his throat, used like a rope.

Lincoln was horrified. And then, Clyde walks in, only to faint at the words of the scene; even the censored footage wasn't enough to contain Clyde's squeamishness.

Lincoln began to converse with Harold McBride,

as Clyde laid on the couch, next to Howard McBride.

"I- I was... I was just there..." Lincoln softly spoke out to Harold, as he pointed at the screen, a pure face of horror erupting on the 11 year old's face. Howard then reached out and hugged the boy.

"There there Lincoln. You've got nothing to worry about, Flip had many enemies, you don't. Nobody is gonna hurt you or your family, and we'll make sure of that." he followed with a pat on Lincoln's shoulder.

Lincoln stopped his sobbing. "If I'd been there just a little longer... Atleast I'm still here, atleast we're all still here..."

It was then, that he realized his family was still at the house, after the hurricane. And he had no idea what condition they were in. "Oh shoot! I've gotta check in on my folks!" Lincoln gasped, as he darted up.

"Lincoln, be careful out there, don't step near any fallen powerlines!" Harold called out, as Lincoln went to collect his backpack from the bedroom.

"I'll be careful! Send my regards to Clyde and Howie!" he replied, as he ran out the door.

Was it time to be worried? Maybe. Alot went across Lincoln's head, as he'd put off the situation of the hurricane, knowing their house was strong enough to withstand impressive conditions, but the thought of looters resparked his concern. Their security system hasn't been the best, even though their father had always told them to lock the doors. Lincoln even recalled an escapade his father had with Mr. Grouse in on, to convince them to lockdown.

"They'll be fine... They'll be fine..." he told himself, as he jogged home.

Flip had many enemies.

Those words stuck with Lincoln the entire walk home.

After he finally made it home, he took a quick glance at the Loud residence. There was visible damage to the roof, with shingles missing and parts of the house scratched, but other than that, the home looked fine.

After taking a relieving breath, Lincoln approached the house, fearful as to the condition his family would be in.

Moment of truth.

Thankfully, as he opened the door, everyone was still inside, the twins playing in the living room, Lynn still bouncing a soccer ball off the wall, and it seemed to be just another casual day at the Loud House.

"Guys! You're all okay!" Lincoln called out, overjoyed to see everyone in one peace. And within seconds, all of his siblings came to group hug Lincoln, equally glad to see him.

However, he noticed one familiar face missing.

"LUNA!" he blurted out.

"Huh?" said all of the Loud sisters in unison.

Lincoln looked around frantically. "Where is she?!" he called, before Luan stepped in.

"Oh! Uh! She's spending the night at Sam's! You know... the one she wrote the love letters for, wink!" Luan smirked, as she was happy for her older sister.

This turned Lincoln's expression from panic, to utter contempt, something that didn't go entirely unrecognized by the siblings.

"Oh. Right."

Things resumed to normal, with the sisters getting back to their activities, the twins began fighting over a dollar bill then found under the couch, Lisa decided to pack up her weather tracking equipment from the living room, Lucy cleaned up her pentagram where she had a ritual to pray away the storm, and things were coming back to earth with the Loud's, but Lincoln was the only one who stood in his tracks.

Lincoln knew Luna was with Sam last night, but he wasn't aware that she'd be spending the night with her, but couldn't justifiably complain about her absence, as he too had been away from home when the disaster struck.

After rethinking the situation, he was just glad that everyone was okay. Sure, he needed the break from his meddling sisters, but the thought of anything bad happening to them, especially when he was away, dropped his previous expression.

"I've gotta call her!" he said, frantically grabbing his phone out of his pocket and preparing to check in on Luna.

"Won't do any good. Storm took the lines out, I can't even talk to Bobby." replied Lori.

Then, Lincoln snapped again. "I don't give a shit about fucking Bobby, Lori! I wanna make sure our sis-"

The door then opened, to show Luna, safely entering the home. And following her, was Sam.