Hey guys, I wanted to give you a quick chapter before the Christmas and the new years. Especially since I did ANOTHER MLP story but that story has FAR more action and is my take of the disastrous Royal Wedding.

Get it, got it, good! Time for the reviews

Guest99: Since she's an adult, that's a tricky subject to touch

Tornado man: Patrick star stupid

Guest: I regulated Michael to be in the background due to feedback. It's a coinflip on who'll win but it doesn't matter to him as long as his mission is completed.

NiteOwl18: Thanks for your support

Solon75: The 1st movie would be a great conclusion to this story. However, what the hell am I going to call it? These minor characters need something to give them a life. For Battlebot, I didn't watch Criminal Minds for him. Lincoln's faith I'm leaning towards Catholic or Protestant

Samtastic 3.0: It's one of those I'll get there when I get there but a breakdown will happen. One named character will be a victim of BattleBot's abduction. Lincoln and Cristina reconciling is one of the plot points I wanted to get to.

Childish electricity filled the air. Individuals and their families from all around came to the Nexus. The devastating news rattled the community and needed a distraction. Today was a Nerf war event. Anyone who brought their own gear obtained a discount, creating a mixture of firearms and melee weapons. Double the fun. The events were random improvisations based on the players' whims allowing for various games to emerge. All melee is similar to LARPING. Firearms only. Hybrid battles for capturing the flag or elimination. Defenders get firearms while the attackers get melee with expanded numbers. All in good fun. Mostly. Rusty happened. Intoxicated by the GALLONS of Alpha male videos and the occasional Sigma male shorts, he attempted to show his worth. First, he leads an all-girl team, interjecting before any can speak because a woman loves when a man takes charge. Rusty went against Lincoln leading an all-boys team. He lost. Rusty fumed under his breath, deeming the girls weak and foolish for not following his hyper-intelligent plan. That's what he gets for getting a woman to do a man's job. He messed up the next match in his favor as much as possible against Lincoln. Rusty smiled. That's much better.

The match had several phases. Lincoln and his all girl team had to rush from their side into the Rusty's MASSIVE force, hold for a set period and return to the extraction point. It's TOUGH! His team was swarmed, gradually losing ground against Rusty and took quick shots behind their cover. Crap what are they going to do?!

Lincoln stood. His expression was blank yet glimmering with purpose and determination. Pandora stood at his shoulder, echoing his thoughts with a wide grin. Kat took the other. The other girls wondered what they were planning. They were pinned. Rusty's team bombarded their position, advancing ever closer and leaving one way to the goal. He can't. He wouldn't. He will

"On me," Lincoln ordered, his body lowered into a crouch. He bolted.

"Right!" The pair followed. Their team watched in slack-jawed astonishment at their foolishness or bravado. Lincoln, Kat, and Pandora were running the gauntlet! Pandora; they understood. Why's Kat following him? Was she repaying Lincoln for what happened in class?

Polly stood, reloading her nerf gun. "Come on," Her face hardened, getting into a firing position to lay covering fire. The others did. Stella and Girl Jordan created a fire team, suppressing anyone trying to reach them. Some darted into alternative routes for openings. Leni's eyes darkened as she went solo.

Rusty smirked at the easy targets. "Ha! We got this, guys. Just rush in and blast them," He ordered with a guffaw and raised a heavy shotgun, struggling to keep it upright in one hand. Big weapon = big man. Before Rusty started, a series of eliminations caught his view. His team."What the fuck?" Rusty exclaimed as a shadow overcast him. He turned. It's one of Lincoln's sisters. Lori?! His eyes lowered to the busty chest as her Nerf gun raised to Rusty's face. No, it's Leni! How did she even get here?!

Leni slithered through the terrain, eliminating any targets in her way with an artisan's precision. Cutting deeper in their lines. She's a sea-green apparition slating her thirst against her foes. Leni's core fluxed in the dim satisfaction of outwitting those characterizing her as an idiot. She's aware of her subpar intelligence outside fashion and international culture but she wasn't stupid. Rusty taunted as Lincoln and his team conducted their hail-mary rush. Leni crept; her finger flickering pressure on the trigger until she was behind Rusty and fired.

Lincoln didn't have much of a plan. An objective, yes. Yet sometimes the best plan is to go for it and let the pieces fall in place. He's the 'leader' making him the prime target. His arctic eyes examined his followers behind him. Pandora was expected, loving a good fight here and there. Kat surprised him. They weren't particularly close by any means with the apex of their relationship being colleagues or associates. Truthfully, Lincoln expected Polly or Stella to rush in with him. Their eyes met.

For the briefest moment, recognition and long-forgotten familiarity sparked in their eyes. A noble with their guard. However, Lincoln found himself in royal attire, defending his home against invaders and traitors. Kat, his Dame, stood beside him with heavy and tested armor. She took an oath to be by his side. Be then and now. Huh? Her mind tinged at the thoughts. Then and now? Kat's arm raised, blocking a volley with her shield, and slashed. Lincoln returned fire. Pandora bashed another with her ax. Polly's detachment covered their advance, catching the enemy in their crosshairs hoping to decimate their ranks. The trio formed a dancing ring. No more than three paces apart, covering the other's blind spot as more rushed towards them. Months of training under Adora, sharpened Lincoln's and Pandora's senses to be aware of each other's movements. Kat surprised them. Did she do this in her spare time? More came to rush them.

"Go!" Pandora ordered, rotating her ax to hold them off. Lincoln and Kat nodded before Lincoln patted her shoulder and sprinted in different directions. They resumed their advance, taking short dodges from remaining enemies before their team or Leni dispatched them. Lincoln took potshots with Kat covering him. They aimed to get at least one of them to reach the extraction point for the win. It didn't matter who got there as long as they were there. They sprinted, leaped, and slithered through the obstacles. Lincoln found himself at home. His mind formulated an escape path with his keen reflexes and muscles following soon. Kat trailed behind him. She fastened her weapons on her back to reserve her momentum and mobility. Her eyes glanced at Lincoln's smooth movements. The benefits of parkour. Shouting and foam projectiles licked their heels as they weaved and ducked. Lincoln threw a smoke bomb behind them. It exploded, surrounding a colored mist.

"Think that'll buy us some time," Kat asked, glancing over her shoulder at the thick fog.

"Nope," Lincoln answered blankly. It's only a smoke bomb, providing a mere distraction against their trackers. The most they can hope for is messing up their aim and making them stumble or crash into obstacles. They reached a deep slope, wincing at how arduous coming up the hill while being pushed back. Going down is easy. Kat placed her shield on the ground but paused figuring out how BOTH of them were getting down. Lincoln had an answer. She yelped in surprise as he placed her in his arms and pushed them down. Lincoln angled his legs to evade obstacles as they shield-surfed. Hopefully, Kat's shield had enough durability. Kat glanced over Lincoln's shoulder, pulled his sidearm, and fired at the incoming enemy forces. She grumbled at her poor aim but had to apply pressure. They reached the bottom. Lincoln placed Kat on his shoulder and returned her shield as she kept shooting. They kept running until they reached the extraction point. Lincoln collapsed on the ground, keeping Kat on his shoulder as his muscles burned. She came off and sat next to him. A siren blared, signaling for any remaining teammates to arrive. Leni joined them shortly. Stella, Mollie, Jordan, Polly, and Cristina followed. Courtney, Jenny, and Pandora must've gotten eliminated or were too far back.

EXTRACTION COMPLETED!

VICTORY!

Kat got off Lincoln's shoulder and pulled him to his feet. She can't imagine the strain on his body. He smiled. Kat playfully nudged him, offering him to buy him a drink after this. Lincoln accepted it. They joined their eliminated teammates as Leni scolded him for something reckless. Rusty glared with gritted teeth.

After returning the Nexus equipment, they gradually went their separate ways to head home to a concession station. Those matches built an appetite. Lynn offered to take Lincoln to Burpin' Burger after this with Margo and her team. He agreed when a familiar brazen grated his ears. Lynn followed his gaze. It's the father-son duo from when Lincoln and Lynn Sr were on that Temple game show who bragged about how tough they were. Both rolled their eyes as the boy jeered at Lincoln about how he and his dad beat them. The Loud Siblings ignored him, resuming their conversations. That infuriated him. He tried to flirt with Lynn claiming she should be with a real man. Lynn guffawed, wondering if he knew one. Bystanders snickered, igniting the boy's blood and reddening his skin. He raised his fists demanding Lincoln to fight him. Lincoln and Lynn shared a look, back at the boy and back at each other. They laughed. Lynn even wiped an amused tear. The older boy's fists tightened and rushed in.

Lincoln weaved; his hands in hoodie pockets. The older boy's movements were sloppy and predictable as an early Mario boss with telegraphed strikes. No finesse or technique, only brute strength. A crowd formed. The father barked insults and jeers at his son for his shotty moves. Lincoln taunted him, tapping his cheek for the older boy to strike. He took it.

"FUCK!" The older boy grunted, stepping back as his knuckles and wrist pulsed from the impact. Why did that hurt so much?!

"Was that the best you can do?" Lincoln arched his brow as the mohawked boy groaned in pain clutching his wrist. He can't call it a punch. It didn't leave a scratch, bruise, or swelling. Nothing. "My younger sisters hit much harder than you. My baby sister," He loosened his body with a curt laugh. The boy paled and attempted to backstep. Lincoln lunged with his fists raised to his chin and weaved out of an imaginary strike. He paused, rotating his core to generate power, and slammed his fist into the older boy's face. The strike was moderate. Enough to feel pain but not enough to cause damage. The mohawked boy fell over anyway, likely inexperienced in someone fighting back. His face stained the dirt. Eyes began watering as the older boy sniffed. The Loud siblings and bystanders shared a bewildered look.

"Holy shit, are you crying?" Lynn questioned; her tone twisted in confusion and amusement. "You bragged about how 'tough' you were but one punch. A weak one. Got you crying like a bitch," She crouched, staring at the boy square in the eyes. "Here's a little lesson. It's not about how tough you look. Seriously you look like a generic punk rock bully from the 80-90s. A mohawk and fake tats" Lynn mocked, gesturing to his appearance. He's around her age. "Yeah, you beat my brother in the game show. So what?" She shrugged. "He's tougher than you then and is still tougher than you now," Lynn concluded, inclining her head for Lincoln to follow her. They didn't give the boy a glance while passing him. The older boy fumed like a whistling kettle as bystanders mocked him under their breaths and actions. He stood and charged. The siblings exchanged a look before widening the gap. Lincoln tripped him. He staggered, hopping on one leg to balance himself. Lynn snaked her arms around his enlarged gut and swiftly reclined into a suplex. His brain and vision rattled. Oxygen halted. He fought the sleeper hold on his neck, wriggling like a rat in a glue trap. Lynn yawned as his meaty fingers feebly attempted to pry her arm. It grew weaker than it stopped. Lynn released. He woke shortly, gasping with a heaving chest with bouncing eyes. A yelp escaped from his mouth.

"Want to try that again?" Lynn challenged, raising a causal brow. He said nothing, keeping himself in a slump. She shrugged returning to Lincoln but they turned to the belligerent or to some people abusive tirade of the father towards the son's failure. Smacking him in the head at one point. Other parents interjected to defend the child and scold the father. He didn't listen, continued his tirade, and raised another hand to discipline his child. However, the father soon found himself with a faceful of gravel. Did someone flip him? Lynn Sr. dusted his hands as if he removed the trash. He snarled and charged forward but not before Rita used the Anchor jetting her fist into the man's chin forcing his gaze skyward. He fell on his butt like his son but was made of marginally sturdier material and got to his wobbly feet. Soon he started another rant about Lynn Sr. and Lincoln being complete bitches for letting a woman fight his battles. Rita glowered acknowledging the only bitch here was him. She ripped the punk father a new one. Lynn Sr is a loyal husband, a loving father of 11 kids, a great friend, and is planning to start his own business. Whereas he reeked of a midlife crisis, cheap beer and cigarettes and of course had no wedding band. Lynn contributed to Lincoln's traits both good and bad as others interjected about his feats like in the park with the scarp horde. The father-son duo left slumping their shoulders and tucking their chins. Rita and Lynn shrugged and took their father and brother away from this mess. Rusty scrawled as he scarfed down his burger and unleashed a putrid belch. He lost again but no matter the ladies still have him as an important part of their plan.

"Think he needs some more"

"Likely but unless something major happens, Bumper is still the prime suspect,"

"Lincoln, Linc, my bro." Lynn started, getting right in his face and holding his cheeks. "We're siblings. Together for life. I can and will kill for you. Just point at someone and they'll be gone in under an hour tops. If anyone tried to retaliate, I would be your shield and sword for you, Linc," She vowed.

"Oh . . . okay, do you still want me to go with you to Burpin Burger?" Lincoln answered, slightly unnerved by his sister's declaration of protection. It's not the weirdest thing his sisters' said to him.

"Yes," Lynn Jr confirmed blankly. They gathered their personal items and hopped on their bikes. Lincoln deactivated the Loud traveler's motor, preventing Lynn's mockery for using an easy option. The siblings arrived and parked. Lynn's team was there.

"Hey Lynn, who's the White-haired QT?" One of her teammates whispered.

"My brother," Lynn answered, taking a seat with her team.

"Why's he kinda. . . " She purred, scanning him with her green eyes.

"Why's he kinda what?" Lynn questioned sharply. "The only one I can maybe approve of is Margo thank you very much," She gestured to her best friend.

"Gee thanks," Margo rolled her eyes. "So what's the plan with Lincoln," She whispered, gesturing to Lincoln getting some drinks after ordering.

"Nothing crazy," Lynn shrugged. "We swarm and jump him, getting some of his classmates involved when he least expects, and go from there," She admitted the overall straightforward plan. They probably didn't tell her everything but what she can do.

"That's it?" Margo questioned. "Lisa isn't going to use her science to contain him or something?" She suggested using all of their resources.

"Nah, it'll be overkill," Lynn shook her head. "Besides, do we need a Lisa experiment going off in our house? In a confined space? Knowing she didn't test it out beforehand?" She warned, recalling ALL of Lisa's known experiments having an extra feature.

"Fair point," Margo agreed, not wanting to be in the same zip code as an untested Lisa experiment. Lincoln overheard the conversation and arched his brow. Payback from the Friendzy? Bring it on.

Agnes returned the test papers to her students before class ended. Students beamed with calming exhales, displaying their gleaming stickers and high marks to their peers.

"Excellent work as always Lincoln," She smiled at Lincoln. Another A with a smiling sticker. His surrounding classmates compared their answers to his. Few groaned at their follies. Missing a decimal place, forgot to round up or down, and didn't carry a number. They passed but would've gotten a higher grade if they did. Agnes reached Rusty's desk. He leaned into his chair kicking his feet up with a casual smirk until Agnes returned his grade. His eyes widened.

"An F?!" Rusty exclaimed. The failing grade struck him like an executioner ax. "How?" He asked. The most Rusty and those he sold the answer key should've gotten was a C.

"Can you explain why you and some of your classmates got the answer without showing how you got them?" Agnes interrogated, lifting a scrutinizing brow as he and several students remained silent. She turned to start the lesson until the bell rang. After class, Stella suggested forming a quick study group to prepare for finals. Haiku advised on joining as she had a different version of the test. Lincoln offered his house. Lisa can give them a few tips. The girls smiled.

They arrived at the Loud House immediately after school and took their places at the dinner table. His sisters arrived shortly after and chatted with some of his schoolmates. One got an idea.

"Hey, Lincoln," Lola teased with low lidded eyes. "Which girl do you think is the prettiest?" All the girls' eyes were on him now. He flinched. Trepidation burst from his pores. One of the many dreaded loaded questions that all men must avoid.

"You?" Lincoln answered in a shaky voice.

"Good answer but this isn't about me this time," Lola bragged.

"Uh, Lincoln, I need help with the . . . the thing," Lynn Sr interjected, pointing to somewhere in the other room.

"The thing?" Lincoln questioned. His father motioned his head, implying his plan. Lincoln's eyes grew in recognition. "Oh, the thing. Right," He stammered, rushing towards his father. The girls snickered, rolling their eyes as the men made their escape. "Thanks, Dad," Lincoln muttered.

"No problem," Lynn Sr whispered. There's nothing a singular man can do against a horde of women. Lynn Sr. left, leaving Lincoln in charge of meals when he and his mother returned later in the day. The girls shared a look as their guests arrived. It's now or never.

"Hey, Sam," Lincoln greeted. His back was turned to him but knew their presence. It's small things. The rhythm, weight, and sound of their footsteps. Change in the air. How they smell but Lincoln attempts that's utterly creepy.

"Hi, Lincoln," Sam replied.

"Hey, Margo," Lincoln continued. She probably was here to study

"Hey Lincoln," Margo smiled.

"Sup Becky," Lincoln greeted. Did Leni give some fashion advice or a model

"Yo," Becky replied, giving him a peace sign.

"What's popping Giggles?" Lincoln acknowledged. Was she here for a comedy gig with Luan?

"My balloons," Giggles answered.

"Greeting Roxanne," Lincoln commented formally.

"Hello, Lincoln," Roxanne greeted with a courtesy bow.

"Hey . . . Terra," Lincoln said, his nerves tingling in anticipation. Why are all of them here? Margo, Haiku, and Darcy were the obvious answers but this many?

"Sup," Terra waved.

"Uh. . .Whitney," Lincoln muttered. Okay, something is definitely not ready! This exceeds what he anticipated after eavesdropping on Lynn and Margo's conversation the other day. Or did they want him to hear them?

"Hey, Lincoln~" Winona cooed.

"Okay, what the hell is this?" Lincoln demanded, glaring at his sisters and their friends defiant smirks. He returned to the table.

"A little payback,"

"Seriously?" Lincoln demanded, arching a brow. "You may outnumber us but I think we got-uh," He bragged when the words hardened his cords as the girls in classes migrated to his sisters' side. "All of you girls? Et tu Stella," His voice softened as if heartbroken.

"Stella," Lisa handed her thumb drive. Stella placed it in her pocket with a heavy heart.

"Alright then battle of the Sexes," Lincoln challenged, cracking his knuckles for this fight.

"Ah heck no, dude I'm out," Zach declared, taking his stuff and leaving out the door. Lincoln's sisters, their friends & Girl Jordan, and their classmates. NOPE!

"Mee-maw will gut me like a Christmas pig. Sorry Linc," Liam commented, taking his stuff and leaving.

"I love the ladies too much," Rusty added, hiding his glee as he awaited his part of the plan.

"Well, it's time for ACE SAVVY & ONE-EYED JACK! Right, Clyde?" Lincoln thundered but heard nothing from Clyde. "Uh, Clyde?" His eyes followed discovering LORI & Haiku kissing Clyde on the cheek. "Do you honestly think that'll work Lori? He's over you. No offense, Haiku," Lincoln smirked, crossing his arms before softening his hubris at the goth.

"None taken," Haiku replied.

"Here's a pic of Lori doing yoga," Luan offered, handing the photo to the young boy. Lori snapped her head in Luan's direction wondering how she got that photo.

"Clyde . . . don't do it. We trained for a reason," Lincoln dulled, attempting to coax his friend into reality. If Lori was anything like their mother. Oh no.

"I gotta go," Clyde murmured, covering his nose, taking the photo, and abandoning him to the pride of lionesses. The nosebleed was minimal.

"GOONING YELLOWBELLY!" Lincoln shouted, shaking his fist in frustration. He honed in on the cocky group. "Shit," 10 sisters, their friends, and his classmates swelling his opposition to a whopping 25. Not good but not impossible. The oven dinged. "Excuse me," Lincoln requested, shuffling through the group, taking the food out and containing it for later with his sister's help. They returned to their position and tense atmosphere. Plans formulated in his brain. Who'll attack first? Likely Lynn or Girl Jordan due to their competitive nature. Others will provide support and hold him down. Time slowed. Jordan lunged for him; her fingers extended as she closed the gap with a wild glint in her pupils. Lincoln side-stepped. His hand grabbed the back of her shirt. Using the centrifugal force of his rotation, launched her back into the group. Mollie grabbed his hand. He smiled with a raised brow. Their fingers locked. Lincoln used her form to block and redirect the others. He stepped on a special floor tile, covering the room in blinding non-lethal smoke. The girls coughed as their vision swam. One of them caught his silhouette and tackled it.

"Go him!" They exclaimed, discovering it limp and flat. "A cutout?"

There's another one. "A hologram?" Stella's hand poked through the shimmering projection. Something rolled at their feet.

"STUN GRENADE!" Lynn shouted, shut her eyes, and covered her ears as everyone dived for cover. Nothing happened.

"It's a dun," Luna commented, giving the defunct item a light kick. Where did he get one of them? Their attention turned to a roaring engine. Through the window, Lincoln on the LOUD Traveler, stared back and drove off in the distance. Jordan stared, enthralled by his actions. They flinched when two of her hair knots exploded. Jordan sagged to her knees, sighing with glossy eyes and a loose grin.

"Is she?"

"Yeah she's fine," Mollie answered flatly, walking over to Jordan and tugging her up.

"Come on, we're losing him!" Lynn exclaimed, rushing out the door and hopping on her bike to follow him. Margo went after. The majority went to Vanzilla or their own vehicles such as Lisa, Lola, and Becky. Those who had smaller and nimble vehicles swiftly caught with him after a few streets. Lincoln got an idea as he viewed the Traveler's panel. Time for what Lisa installed. He pressed something and a few moments later a sonic boom echoed, leaving him out of view. They stared blankly with dropped jaws.

"Lisa. Did you add freaking TURBO BOOSTERS?!" Lori deadpanned.

"Perhaps," Lisa answered. She triangulated his position and determined he was heading for the mall. The Traveler will need to recharge, reducing its speed to the standard limit as a safety measure. Lori and the others took shortcuts. They found Lincoln pushing the Traveler to its limits and all-terrain features. Leaping over cars! Riding on the side of buildings?! Lisa, what did you make this bike for and this is the prototype?!

Lincoln sprinted throughout the mall. It's crowded but he can't risk it as they're behind him. Lynn, Girl Jordan, Margo, and Stella formed the speartip, attempting to cut him off. Lincoln slithered amidst the crowd, narrowly dodging customers. They're behind him. His eyes scanned for any openings to widen the gap. A bounce house, several platforms leading up to the second floor, and a massive crowd to hide within. Good. Lincoln sprinted. They watched him accelerate ahead of them, leaping from a chair, and table, and upon to the edges of the bounce hose. Lincoln performed Mario-like jumps and pulled himself up to the second as he vanished into the crowd.

"God that's hot," Lynn muttered. Jordan and Stella snapped their heads aghast at what she said. Margo raised her hand, shaking her head to stop any questions. Lori grumbled and ordered them to scatter in search of him. She, Leni, and Lola know the mall and to some extent Lincoln better than anyone.

Lincoln enjoyed his meal as his sisters and their crew hadn't found him yet. He's still on the 2nd floor with a bag near his feet and needs to leave. Rusty found him when Lincoln's instincts spiked and he found himself surrounded by his sisters, their friends, and his classmates. A smirk formed on Rusty's ruddy features as he took one of Lincoln's burritos and hooked his arms on Jenny's and Courtney's shoulders. They brushed him off as he scarfed it down. Rusty was about to brag when his mouth and tongue sizzled. IT'S SPICY?! Rusty sprinted to where Fiona was pushing a rack of sweaters and rubbed his face and mouth on them

"Ew!" The momentary distraction provided Lincoln an escape route, slithering through the group. They moved their legs and fell on their faces. With a groan, the girls gazed at their feet. He tied their shoes together?! How did he? Some abandoned their shoes, giving to Lincoln once more. He grabbed a length of linen wrapping around his waist as he remembered where the bounce house was. Lincoln leaped from the ledge, tightly gripping the tether to assist his fall when it suddenly stopped and pulled him up.

"Pull," Lynn ordered, dragging him to the 2nd floor. He released it. They watched him bounce from the roof and roll back into the crowd.

"Lynn, have I mentioned your brother is a total manic?" Margo commented, looking over the ledge with the rest of them. Who comes up with this?!

"A lot," Lynn responded. Girl Jordan's smile loosened as the last knot in her braid exploded. Her flowing mane reached her thighs almost to her calf muscles. Mollie stepped back, aware of what it meant. This wasn't good. Jordan peered over the ledge and traveled far to get a running start. She bolted. Some of her friends joined their hands to provide an extra boost. They watched her soar.

"ROAD ROLLDA!" Girl Jordan beamed, her outstretched arms and wild eyes were primed and ready. He turned to the noise.

"WHAT THE?!" Lincoln exclaimed at the incoming missile with widened eyes. WAS SHE CRAZY?! What did his sisters offer her?! His training reacted with pre-installed movements before his brain formulated a plan as she got close. Time slowed. Jordan's face remained beautiful but her eyes were feral and rife with excitement. What happened to her hair? It's free. Unrestrained by the tenants of society and placed on herself. Lincoln countered her jump by stepping back. His fingers locked around her wrists while falling back as her body landed. Jordan flew off him as his feet pushed her off and rolled off his shoulders. Her hair rained on her face, obstructing her vision and searching for anything white and orange in the hall. THERE! Jordan lunged for him.

"What's wrong with you?" A completely different voice answered. Jordan backtracked. Who the hell is this boy? He had a white beanie and orange shirt like Lincoln before he upgraded his outfit.

"Connor?" Mollie chimed in as the others joined and scanned the area for that pesky rabbit. What's her cousin doing here? "Where's Lincoln?" She asked

"The creep went that way," Connor grumbled, looking over his shoulder. They found him walking away and immediately cornered him.

"The jig is up Lincoln," Lincoln raised his hand and smiled, forming a gesture. Why was he smiling at them? A mall cart blitzed past them, taking Lincoln. Their eyes widened at the driver.

"HUGH?!" The Loud sisters exclaimed at Lincoln's former tutor as the duo drove off. He gave a farewell gesture. When, why or how did Hugh get here? They groaned, raising their arms as Lincoln's figure gradually dwindled. There's no hope in catching him. Some released heavy sighs.

"Hey," Mollie said, approaching Lola with folded arms. She's leaving here with something.

"Fine, I'll keep my end of the bargain," Lola groaned, reaching into her pouch and handing the older girl a pristine envelope.

"Thank yo-Hey!" Mollie smiled when Lola suddenly retracted it. She was about to protest when Lola raised a cautioning finger.

"Use it . . . wisely please," Lola warned, resting the envelope in Mollie's palms again. Lincoln's schoolmates crowded Mollie as she divided the prize among themselves. They smiled and dispersed. Numerous stores were still open and decided to browse around for something good. Lisa's face remained neutral but her mind swarmed with searing electricity about Lincoln. Why did he make that gesture? She and Leni made a knowing glance and resumed shopping.

Where's Rusty? Fiona made him reorganize the sweaters and other chilly weather gear when Rebecca appeared. The mall was her spot. She charmed and wooed, stroking his exploitable ego to buy her some new fall apparel. It was easy. Pathetically easy. Rebecca didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. A flirty look and honeyed words combined with tender graze on Rusty's skin, getting him intoxicated on her aroma then he was hooked. She had no affection towards him. It's all fun for her. Until Rebecca gets bored and releases the moron's rusted chain like the horndog he is. Rusty can run free to whatever his base desires lead him. She doesn't care.

Rusty had his chest out with a wide grin as he carried and paid for Rebecca's items. Money works. He had enough after selling Graves' answer sheet to his classmates and other students. Yeah some of them failed, including himself. Not his fault for their failures and more importantly. No refunds. This and his enlightening videos proved him right. Screw Sadie, Stella and other girls right now as he got Rebecca now. Personality? Who the fuck needs that when you're making bank? Once Rusty paid for everything, Rebecca much to her utter internal disgust and reluctance kissed him on the cheek. It's a lure to keep him hooked. His bright eyes and widening grin proved that as they parted. She spat into a nearby trash bin and washed her mouth with two smoothies and a pizza. Rusty was in high spirits strolling outside with a sprint in his step. It worked. Women loved money above everything else. Rusty's grin widened. The more money he had the more ladies would come to him. It's a simple equation. Chandler's gone making way for Rusty to be the richest boy in school. Mollie, Kat, and Girl Jordan were already the richest girls in school. Probably the richest kid in general.

He waited for the bus, scrolling through his social media notifications for any updates. There. Another Rex Titan video. He stepped on the bus, absorbing the exaggerated financial information when an idea festered. Rusty thought to himself; maybe his dad won't miss a few items deep in the storage closet. Anybody wants new clothes and he needs more money.

Yep, keep digging that pit Rusty. You'll find gold eventually.

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