User blog:AustinDR/Lynn Browses deviantART (And Additional)

Lincoln: OK, so here's my new computer. It cut a little bit in my allowance, but it was worth it.

(Lincoln walks out of the room. A few minutes later, Lynn walks into the room.)

Lynn: I wonder what got Lola so riled up yesterday. She blabbered something called deviantART.

(Lynn goes to the computer, turns it on, and searches for the website.)

Lynn: So if she found herself by searching the site, I wonder if there'll be something about me.

(She looks up her name, and sees a few pictures.)

Lynn: Wow, these are actually pretty good. Too good to be honest. I feel that someone must be spying on me. Oh god, so does that mean that those invisible people that Linc talks to are real??? Nah, I must be crazy.

(She sees some more....provocative pictures of herself. She blushes red at this.)

Lynn: Uh.....that's getting into my personal space a bit, but I guess I'll let this slide.

(She sees some muscled up pictures of her.)

Lynn: Woah....is that anatomically correct? I'll probably ask Lisa later.

(She continues to scroll down; to her horror, she tumbles upon her baby picture.)

Lynn: WHAT THE @%$! Who did this?!! Whoever did that, I'll throttle them!!!

(She cracks her knuckles.)

Lynn: Well, it can't get any w...

(She sees herself with images of Lincoln. As a couple.)

Lynn: (inhale)

(Lynn grabs a trash can and vomits into it. When she was done, she looks back at the screen, only to retch again.)

Lynn: What is wrong with you people?! Linc's my brother. What's this? Me hitting Lincoln must mean I like him? Come on, I just love messin' with him. That means nothing. I'd rather be dating Clyde, but even then, he's a nerd.

(She laughs.)

Lynn: Seriously though, that's the worst thing I've ever seen.

(She got bored with deviantART after a while.)

Lynn: Hey, if there's art of me, I wonder if there's anything else out there.

(She closes deviantART, and she surfs the web until she eventually found something.)

Lynn: I Love My Brother? Oh god....this is gonna be another disgusting pairing, is it.

(She clicks the link, and began to read the comic.)

Lynn: Wait...why is Ronnie Anne tied up?

(Lynn sees Luan with a bat.)

Lynn: Uh....sis? What is this?

(Lynn's jaw drops to the floor.)

Lynn: OH MY GOD, LUAN KILLED RONNIE ANNE!!!!!!

(She shakes in her seat. She didn't want to continue reading, but she mustered up enough courage. Swallowing her pride she resumed her reading, until a few hours later.)

Lynn: Luan watches Lincoln sleep? OK, Luan's crazy, but I don't think she'd do that. Heck, I'd expect Lucy to do that.

(She stops as she sees her comic self enter into Lincoln's room.)

Lynn: Oh, that reminds me of that one time I shared Linc's room. Man that was fun.....

(She stops, and squints at the computer screen.)

Lynn: Wait, what am I doing?

(Lynn covers her mouth to stifle her scream.)

Lynn: Why am I in my birthday suit?!! Wait, what's happening now?....

(She reads a section of the comic.)

Lynn: Make me a woman? What does that even mean.....(gasp)

(Her eyes widen in horror.)

Lynn: No.....no.....no.....NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

(She punches her fist through the screen, and it circuits.)

Lynn: (exhaling heavily)

(Lincoln walks in, whistling as he carried a soda can in his hand.)

Lincoln: Hey, Lynn. What are you doing in my.....

(He drops his soda can in shock as he dazed upon his ruined computer.)

Lincoln: Lynn, what the @#%&!? That was a new computer!!

Lynn: You'll thank me for it later.

THE END