User blog:IronRaphRa/My Sixth Fanfic: Game Crashed

= Disclaimer: I don’t own the Loud House. = “I can’t believe I get to spend a weekend with my Bobby-Boo-Boo-Bear,” Lori cheered as she drove to the Casagrande’s apartment.

“Lori’s not the only one happy,” Lincoln added, “Ronnie-Anne invited me to the city’s latest video game convention. And video game master Ricky Dawson will be there. This guy has over five-hundred perfect runs and he’s only twelve.”

“This is literally going to be so romantic,” Lori said as she started to daydream, “picnics in the park, a walk through the city streets, dancing at the fanciest clubs.”

As Lori fantasized, she didn’t pay attention to the road; forcing Lincoln to grab the steering wheel and keep Vanzilla in the right lane. Luckily, they weren’t too far from the apartment and quickly met up with the Casagrande family.

“Boo-Boo Bear!” Lori cheered.

“Babe!” Bobby replied as the two lovebirds rushed over to each other.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Lori said as the two hugged.

“I missed you even more,” Bobby added.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“How are doing lame-o,” Ronnie-Anne asked as she punched Lincoln in the arm.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Great,” Lincoln replied, “I can’t wait to meet Ricky Dawson.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Good, because the convention’s starting soon,” Ronnie-Anne said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Lincoln and Ronnie-Anne raced to the bus stop where Nikki, Sameer, and Casey were waiting for them. The five friends boarded the next bus and soon arrived at the video game convention. There were numerous tables with various game merchandise and game demos. And in the centre was a twelve-year-old boy showing off his skills in Muscle Fish.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Wow, it’s Ricky Dawson,” Lincoln gasped.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“And he’s with a huge crowd,” Ronnie-Anne added.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“There’s got to be a way to get to him,” Lincoln said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Leave it to me,” Ronnie-Anne bragged.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Then she pulled Lincoln’s pants down. The whole room was filled with laughter as everyone at the convention took pictures, and videos of Lincoln. He felt irritated when he saw everyone laughing at him. But the straw the broke the camel’s back was when he noticed Ricky Dawson laughing too. Lincoln’s face turned bright red, from either embarrassment or anger.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“That’s it!” Lincoln shouted, “I have had enough of this!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Had enough of what?” Ronnie-Anne laughed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You humiliating me,” Lincoln continued, “you always do this to me! Sometimes I wonder why I even hang out with you!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Ronnie-Anne stopped laughing the second she heard him say that. Her eyes started to widen, and her lips started to quiver.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You don’t mean that?” She sadly replied.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I do!” Lincoln stated, “if my sister wasn’t dating your brother, I wouldn’t want anything to do with you! Ronnie-Anne, you are the worst human being I know!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Ronnie-Anne just stood silently with tears in her eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I’m going home,” Ronnie-Anne softly said as she walked to the door, doing her best not to cry.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Lincoln pulled his pants up and walked over to Ricky Dawson. Needless to say, the crowd had stopped laughing and were in shock.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Hi Ricky,” Lincoln said, “I’m a huge fan of your work.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Dude, that was uncool,” Ricky Dawson replied.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“What was?” Lincoln asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“What you just said,” Ricky stated, “that’s no way to treat a friend.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Come on, it’s just a little argument,” Lincoln laughed, “we’ll patch things up later.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Well I don’t want anything to do with a creep like you,” Ricky said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Wow, is he overreacting,” Lincoln said to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Lincoln walked over to different tables to check out the various games, but everyone shoved him out of the way and made sure he couldn’t see anything.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“What’s their problem,” Lincoln asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Things didn’t seem any better as everyone else at the convention just stared at him with dirty looks, not to mention that he couldn’t find Nikki, Sameer, and Casey anywhere. Lincoln just wasn’t sure what to think about it. He just walked over to a T-shirt stand and found an Ace Savvy T-shirt just his size.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I’ll take that shirt,” Lincoln said as he handed some money to the salesman.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Here you go, you miserable excuse for a human being,” The man replied.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Uh, thanks,” Lincoln stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Every other vendor seemed to treat Lincoln the same way when he bought something from them. The eleven-year-old couldn’t take more of it and decided to go back to the Casagrande’s apartment. He boarded the next bus and arrived on their block. Lincoln walked back to the apartment when he noticed Sameer, Casey, and Nikki hanging around.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Hey guys,” Lincoln said, “I didn’t see you at the convention.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“We left when Ronnie-Anne left,” Nikki told him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Oh,” Lincoln replied, “she was just overreacting. You didn’t have to do that.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You don’t get it,” Casey stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Come on, we don’t associate with creeps,” Sameer said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">The angry trio walked away, leaving Lincoln even more confused. He continued down the street and found Lori crying her eyes out.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Uh Lori,” Lincoln said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You!” Lori growled as she grabbed him by the shirt, “Bobby just broke up with me because of you!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“What do you mean me?” Lincoln asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Then Lori took out her phone and showed him a recording of his outburst at the game convention.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Oh,” Lincoln sheepishly replied, “I just lost my temper there, I’m sure it will blow over.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You’d better fix this,” Lori shouted, “or you’re going to have to find your own way back to Royal Woods!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“But I barely have any money for a bus,” Lincoln stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Then walk home!” Lori replied as she dropped Lincoln.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“But that will take days,” Lincoln said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Then run, you ‘ll literally get there faster!” Lori told him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Lincoln backed away from his oldest sister before things got worse. At that point, his phone started to vibrate. He picked it up and noticed some texts from his other sisters.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Luna – you give love a bad name,” Lincoln read, “Lucy – I have no brother.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Then Lincoln’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the rest of the texts.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I didn’t know emojis could get that vicious,” He said to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Lincoln walked up to the Casagrande’s room and knocked on the door. He was greeted by the family, who didn’t look too pleased with him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I guess you heard,” Lincoln nervously said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“We heard, and we’re not going to tolerate anyone who is mean to our cousin,” Carlota scolded.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I’m sure she’ll get over it,” Lincoln stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“And until she does, you’re not welcome here,” Carlota replied.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Lincoln’s a bad man,” C.J. added while Carlota slammed the door.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I’ve got to find Ronnie-Anne,” Lincoln thought.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Meanwhile, Ronnie-Anne was sitting on a park bench and staring at the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Hey, I thought you might be here,” A voice said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">She turned around and saw a tattered Lincoln standing behind her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I ran into that cat gang,” He explained, “it wasn’t pretty.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“What do you want lame-o?” Ronnie-Anne angrily asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I’m sorry for overreacting,” Lincoln told her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Do you think that makes up for it?” Ronnie-Anne stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Look, I just lost my temper because you humiliated me in front of Ricky Dawson,” Lincoln insisted, “I don’t see why you’d be this upset.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You just don’t get it, do you?” Ronnie-Anne said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Lincoln told her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“The big deal is that I really like you!” A red-faced Ronnie-Anne shouted.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Lincoln eyes widened the second he heard that.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“And hearing you say those horrible things felt like you just ripped out my heart and sliced into a million pieces,” Ronnie-Anne continued.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I didn’t know,” Lincoln sadly replied, “I’m really sorry for being a jerk.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“It still doesn’t fix the pain in my heart,” Ronnie-Anne angrily stated.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I wish there was something to do to make it up to you,” Lincoln said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Actually, there is,” Ronnie-Annie told him, “just stand perfectly still.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Okay,” A confused Lincoln mentioned, “but I don’t …”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">As he was talking, Ronnie-Anne lifted her right leg and kicked him in the crotch. Lincoln’s eyes widened, and he bit his lips.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Now we’re even,” Ronnie-Anne bragged.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I guess I deserved that,” Lincoln squeaked before he fell over.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">Then Ronnie-Anne kissed Lincoln on the cheek.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“You’re a great guy lame-o,” Ronnie-Anne said.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“And that’s why I love her,” Lincoln thought.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“Do you wanna head back to my room and play video games?” Ronnie-Anne asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;line-height:107%;mso-ansi-language:EN-CA" lang="EN-CA">“I think I’ll just lie here for the next hour,” Lincoln told her.