User blog:AlexKawa/Fanfiction: Send in Lynn, Please

What’s up, guys? It’s Alex here, back with a brand new fanfiction. I wanted to make something like this awhile ago because, if you know me well enough, you’ll know that I spent most of last year hoping for a Lincoln-Lynn episode. And after getting my wish with Middle Men, I didn’t really think much more about it. But recently, as I was brainstorming new fanfic ideas, I decided this was something I should do. Because, for as much as I enjoy Lynn’s character, I do feel as if she does have flaws that need to be explored more. So, here it is, “Send in Lynn, Please.” Comment below if you know what that’s a reference to.

Synopsis
After losing a soccer game and almost blaming it on Lincoln, Lynn realizes that she needs help about acting so impulsively.

Script
[In Lincoln’s bedroom, he is sleeping, when Lynn barges in]

Lynn: “Morning, Stinkcoln.” [Lincoln wakes up and yelps, startled] “My soccer game’s in an hour. You’re coming, right?”

Lincoln: [tired] “Ugh, Lynn, I’ve gone to your last three games. Can’t I just have some time to myself, please?”

Lynn: “Come on! I need all the support I can get.”

Lincoln: “Well, isn’t everyone else gonna be there?” [Lynn nods] “Then that should be enough. Now may I please catch some more Z’s?”

Lynn: [holding her ball threateningly] “Sure you wouldn’t reconsider?”

Lincoln: “Nope! Not this time. In fact, excuse me for a minute.” [pulls out his phone and dials a number]

[Cuts to me sleeping, my phone rings]

Me: “Huh?” [answering] “Lincoln?”

Lincoln: “Yeah, what’s up with this story? Whatever happened to, ‘just move on, just move on, bruh?’ Why are you rehashing an episode that you have spent the longest time telling the fandom to move on from and that you barely even mention by name?”

Me: “Look, you’ll see soon enough. Just carry on, and I promise it won’t end badly for you.”

Lincoln: “Fine, if you insist. But if I end up in another situation like that, we’re gonna have some beef.”

Me: “Understood. Goodbye.” [I hang up and go back to bed]

Lincoln: “Moving on, where were we?”

Lynn: “You were about to crack and come to my game.”

Lincoln: “Like I said, not happening anymore.”

Lynn: [making puppy dog eyes] “Please, Lincoln?”

Lincoln: “Wow, it’s been awhile since you’ve actually called me by my actual name.” [sighs] “Alright, I’ll do it. But only if you promise me I can take a game or two off after this.”

Lynn: “Deal.” [cuts to after the game] “Crud. How the heck did I lose this? I’ve been kicking butt all season!”

Lincoln: “Hey Lynn. I’m sorry you lost.”

Lynn: [gasps] “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Lincoln: “Huh?”

Lynn: “I should’ve known after what happened at that softball game.”

Lincoln: “Oh no. We’re not going through this again! Don’t make me call Alex.”

Lynn: “Like I even give a crud about Alex. I stole his car!”

[Cuts to me in my driveway]

Me: “What. The.” [as I’m about to say the last word, it cuts back to Lynn and Lincoln]

Lynn: “But you’re right. We really should put this behind us. I’m sorry for lashing out at you like that. I just wish I knew why.”

Lincoln: “Well, why don’t you try talking to someone about it?”

Lynn: “Well, my strategy of intimidating people by acting tough has worked for me so far, but between this and that middle school orientation I did with you and Clyde, I think it’s gone too far.” [sighs] “Maybe I should get help.”

[The next Monday, at school, Lynn knocks on the psychologist, Dr. DeRose’s, door]

Dr. DeRose: [opens the door] “Ah, Lynn Loud. What a surprise; you rarely come to visit.”

Lynn: “Yeah, I know. But something happened this weekend that made me realize I need to talk to you. [cuts to Lynn and Dr. DeRose in the latter’s office, where Lynn has told him everything] “So, what can I do to stop acting out like this?”

Dr. DeRose: “Well, I think this is a mixture of feelings of both insecurity and dominance. You feel like you need your family there, kind of as a security measure to make sure you’ll do well at your games, yet you also feel as if you are always right and that you know better than anyone else.”

Lynn: “Well, I kind of realized that with my basketball team.”

Dr. DeRose: “Yes, and that’s a step in the right direction. But you still seem unable to admit your defeats, which is a problem, especially given how it’s impacted your relationship with your brother.”

Lynn: “Well, I love him. I really do. He’s dorky, but he’s also really tough and cool.”

Dr. DeRose: “I believe you. The question is: does he?”

Lynn: [tries to say something, but just sighs] “Honestly, I don’t know. I do try to show my love for him, but I know I can be rough on him a lot.”

Dr. DeRose: “Well, being rough is part of your personality, and I can’t change that about you. But I would recommend you try and be more aware of whether or not your brother is enjoying your roughness on him.”

Lynn: “Yeah, I understand.”

Dr. DeRose: “I would also suggest you scale back your reliance on superstitions. If you are superstitious, again, that’s your personality, which I can’t change. But if you lean on them like crutches, you’ll lose sight of what’s most important in life: working hard and having fun.”

Lynn: “Got it. Thank you so much, Dr. DeRose.”

Dr. DeRose: “Just doing my job. Come in anytime, Lynn.”

[Cuts to home]

Lincoln: “Well, I’m glad you talked to him. And I will come to your game next weekend.”

Lynn: “But Lincoln-“

Lincoln: “I know, but I want to see you do well, and to see if you’ve taken Dr. DeRose’s advice.”

[Cuts to Lynn’s soccer game]

Announcer: “Wow, Pep. Lynn Loud kicks without her doing her traditional good luck rituals? What do you think’s gotten into her?”

Pep: [nonchalantly] “Common sense, maybe?”

[Cuts to the audience, where Lynn’s family is cheering her on, then a timer counting down from five is shown, and the opposing team wins]

Lincoln: “I’m sorry, Lynn.”

Lynn: “Eh, what’s to be sorry about? I worked hard, didn’t rely on luck, and gave it a pretty good go. Thanks, Lincoln, for convincing me to seek help. And I’m sorry for all my constant roughhousing on you.”

Lincoln: “Eh, you know what they say: ‘dodge, dodge, push and shove, that’s how we show our love.’” [he and Lynn share a chuckle, then hug, Dr. DeRose looks on and gives Lynn a thumbs up]

Lynn: [phone rings] “‘Sup, Alex?”

Me: “Give me back my car, you-“

Lynn: “Alex, I didn’t steal your stupid car. You live in Connecticut, I live in Michigan. It’s practically impossible.”

Me: [realizes something] “Oh, yeah, it was in the shop overnight. Sorry about that.”

Lynn: [groans] “Whatever, dude.”

Lincoln: “Hey Alex. I’m sorry for being rough on you earlier. You were right.”

Me: “Hey man, I told you so. And it’s all good.”

[Lynn hangs up, gives Lincoln a thumbs up, and vice versa, ending the episode]