Premise[]
Inspired/"Sequel" by "Pulp Friction". After winning the contest, Lincoln and Clyde are inspired to write their own comicbook. Interference and creative differences ensue. A more lighthearted and fun story.
Chapter 1: Calling[]
Authors Notes (1)[]
With a huge amount of dark fics being released (though, they seem to have been dying down somewhat), I wanted to try my hand at writing something more light hearted and happy. There will still be some conflict and drama down the line, but for the most part, I plan on this being an overall happier story.
As mentioned in the preview text, this story is a "fan sequel" to "Pulp Friction" in which Clyde and Lincoln try to follow up their successful comic with something unique to their own. With a third member joining their team adding a new perspective, who knows what the trio can create?
The Story[]
Lincoln could barely contain his overwhelming glee. He just met his hero, Bill Buck. Not only did he meet him, but his hero loved the comic he and Clyde made together. Technically, Lincoln Loud was a published author and his story would be sold across the country, or maybe world, he didn't know, but he was just happy that it happened. The more the white haired boy thought about it, the more cool, but average Bill was. Not average in a bad way mind you. All his life, Lincoln thought Bill was this rich megastar who was famous his entire life or something, but seeing him in person made him realize how humble and nice he was. Like Bill was a normal guy. Like Lincoln could be a comic artist like Bill.
The car ride home was unusually quiet. Or at least it seemed like that to the sole brother. Not quiet in a bad way, mind you. The brother was usually bored out of his mind in longer car rides, but now? He was to caught up in thought to be bored. Or to even pay attention.
"LINCOLN!"
A commanding, somewhat frustrated, but not necessarily angry voice called out to him, causing the boys mental track to be shattered and startled him.
"Huh?" the white haired boy was obviously caught off guard, which garnered a chuckle from the rest of his sisters in the van.
"We're home. We called for you to get out literally 5 times" his eldest sister replied back, noticeably less frustrated.
"Oh uh, sorry. I must've zoned out" the boy in orange responded sheepishly, scratching the back of his head as he slowly made his way out of Vanzilla.
"No problem" his oldest sister gently responded, playfully ruffling with his hair.
"Why didn't you tell us you were an artist?" asked his older sister Lynn as she playfully punched his shoulder.
"They're just scribbles"-
"Yeah, well they're scribbled that just got published" Lori cut in.
"Yeah, bro" Luna also interrupted, "You got a special talent, that's something you gotta be proud of" cooed, also ruffling his hair.
Almost in passing order, each of the sisters praised and congratulated Lincoln on his accomplishment while his best friend, Clyde watched. He wanted to say how excited he was that they got a comic published but each time he was interrupted. While he certainty was not angry at Lincoln or his family, he did feel left. When suddenly...
"You okay?" a very deadpan voice came out of nowhere, scaring the poor boy.
"Oh! Hey Lucy" the boy replied back, trying to regain his composure. "I'm fine. Just, uh, thinking of ideas". Clyde as nearly within the realms of "not-fine", but the gothic girl that trying to figure out what was wrong in front of everyone; including Lori; wouldn't be such a good idea.
"Mmh. What kind of ideas?"
"Ideas for comics. I'm gonna ask Lincoln if he wants to make more"
"I see" the black haired girl muttered in her typical stoic tone, trying to hard not to show any emotion. As she did so, her older and younger siblings began slowly make their way towards the house, and Clyde began to follow suite.
"Hey Clyde" Lucy blurted, trying to sound quiet, but also trying to get the attention of her brothers best friend.
"Yeah, Lucy?" The boy said as he turned to face her. He was a bit confused. Sure, he considered every one of the Loud sisters to be good friends of his, but they never really went out of their ways to talk to him, sans the rare sleep over.
The gothic girl began to walk towards the boy. Even with her unchanging facial expressions and non-visible eyes, Clyde could tell she was embarrassed about something.
"Could I, uh..."
"Is anything wrong, Lucy?" Clyde was starting to grow concerned and curious over what the girl wanted.
"Could-I-write-comics-with-you-guys" The goth squealed. "Sigh. I've hit writers block and I think the new experience would be good for me" she particularly mumbled.
Clyde flashed a warm style at the young girl "Of course you can". And in a sight that would shock many, Lucy smiled back at Clyde.
After a few short hours, the excitement had died down. The Loud family, including Clyde had ate a hardly dinner to celebrate their success. Mr and Mrs Loud had called the McBride's, telling them that their son had planned to stay overnight in order to write comics with Lincoln, which they allowed. It was a rather quiet night at the Loud's residence, it was a busy day after all.
As the two boys were making their way towards Lincolns room at the end of the hallway. They were both carrying as much of their "artistic supplies" as they could. Colored pencils, normal pencils and countless notebooks. The two were dead set on at least coming up with a new comic while also having a jovial back and fourth.
"So, any ideas on our next comic, Clyde?"
"Nah man. Today's been to hectic to think"
"Yeah, I get ya."
"Hey Linc. Hey Clyde" a familar stoic voice came from seemingly nowhere, startling the Loud boy, but Clyde was expecting it.
"Heya Luce! I was looking for you."
"You were?" Lucy smiled.
"Lucy smiling? Man this day just keeps getting better" Lincoln sheepishly said, trying to regain his composure after Lucy scared him. He really should be use to that by now, yet he wasn't.
"Oh yeah Lincoln, I forgot to tell you. Lucy asked if she could help with the comics" Clyde explained.
Normally, Lincoln would be hesitant over a decision like this, but he was in to good of a mood to object. And hey, Lucy was usually respectful of Lincoln anyway, so he doubt having her aboard would be a bad thing at all.
"Sure thing!" he exclaimed, gently placing his hand on Lucy's shoulder "Welcome aboard Linc and Clydes Comics", he though for a second after saying that "...Maybe we should change the name" he asked to himself, causing Lucy and Clyde to chuckle.
"Glad to be aboard" She replied in an uncharacteristically joyful tone.
Confused over this, Lincoln was a little worried. His sister almost never broke miserable, gothic demeanor.
"Uhh, Luce? You feeling okay? You don't see like yourself.." The brother asked.
"Everyone needs a break from the darkness, Lincoln" Lucy gave off a small smile.
Satisfied with the response, Lincoln carried on. In all honesty, he was just happy his sister was happy, even if she wasn't acting in her usual stoic and downright creepy ways.
"Glad to work with a great writer like yourself, sis".
Authors Notes (2)[]
This was fun to write.