User blog:The Vallite King/My First Fanfiction (Again)

'''A little while back, I posted my first public TLH fanfiction. It was received decently well (Bysk called it hot). Here it is again.'''

Mid-September, 2017. A boy wanders the streets of Royal Woods, Michigan. Cold and alone, he seeks out shelter for the night. His face is not unknown to passerby, but who he is and how he got himself where he was today remains a mystery. That is, until one boy and his family stumbled across him. This is his story.

Lincoln Loud, a white-haired boy of 11 years, was on an outing with his family at the local park when he saw him: Despite being stuck in the freezing weather, he stood tall, almost majestically. He seemed like a giant compared to the other boys and girls his age, and even stacked up to many full-grown adults. His blonde hair, while filthy, flowed down his back for a few inches past his shoulders. What stood out most, however, was the blade strapped to his back; it wasn't anything special. In fact, it showed signs of damage. The handle of the sword was cheaply covered in electrical tape rather than leather, and the guard was rather jagged. Despite all of that, the blade shined with a silver glow. It seemed like a work of art, almost too good to be true.

Leaving behind nearly all logic and reasoning, Lincoln approached the titan. As if he could sense his follower's presence, he grabbed for his sword, removing it from its binding. He turned his head to find the white-haired boy, staring straight at him.

"What?" He asked, nearly growling. His hazel eyes pierced through Lincoln, who froze up after being noticed.

"Oh! U-um...I was just--"

"Speak, boy. Let your voice be heard. You don't need to fear. I wouldn't harm you."

"Well...I was just admiring your lovely sword."

"It is a nice weapon. It's a replica Indo-Persian scimitar from the 13th century that I found one day in my home state of California. I took it home and did some work on it with my father over the course of several months to make it into the weapon you see here."

"Wow, that's incredible!"

"It's also all I have left of a previous life I lived. Hell, if it were up to me, I'd be in Illinois with my love. Things don't always work out the way they've been planned. Tsk."

"What happened?"

"It's a long story, one for another day--"

"LINCOLN LOUD!" Yelled the eldest sister of his massive family, Lori, stomping over to his location. "What the heck do you think you're doing talking to strangers?!"

"I-I can explain, Lori--" He stammered.

"Peace. I have no intention of harming him. In fact, he's the only person who's done as much as speak to me so far. He has a good spirit, and it's been a pleasure talking with him." He explained, meeting her eye-to-eye. Normally, Lori would fire right back with an argument of her own. However, something was different about him. She couldn't fight back. What was it, if anything at all, that made her trust him?

"He's cool, Lori. He would never hurt me." Lincoln added.

"...sigh, alright. I don't get it, but that's literally not my problem. Come on, Lincoln." She walked back to the rest of her family.

"Alright. Hey, could I get your name for later?"

"Tyler, my friend. I'll be seeing you around." Tyler walked further into the park, with the earth itself seemingly creating a path for him. Lincoln returned to his family to finish his trip to the park.

While on his way home in Vanzilla, he thought more on who exactly Tyler was. Was he an orphan? An outcast? Was he rich? Poor? With many questions left unanswered, he asked himself; Would he ever be seen again? If so, will he even remember? His mind was racing with no end in sight. He ended up mumbling to himself, which caught the attention of Lori, who was sitting in front of him.

"You still thinking about that guy, little bro?" She asked him, but recieved no reply or even an assurance that he had heard. "Lincoln?" He perked up and looked his sister in the eyes.

"Yeah...let's talk about it later."

"After dinner, in my room." Lori herself had questions and suspicions about him. She knew nothing about him, even less than her only brother. But as time went on, with a simple van ride home seeming to take hours, her mind only grew more restless. Eventually, they were home. They ate dinner and prepared to meet up, as planned.

He knocked on her door, waiting for a reply from his sister. When she cracked the door open, he saw all of his sisters in the room, as well, minus Lily.

"Come in, Linc. I hope you don't mind, but I told everyone else about him." He walked in and sat down on Leni's bed, waiting for Lori to start the meeting.

"Alright, so we all know why we're here; Lincoln talked to this weird guy in the park today, and we're interested in what's up with him." Everyone nods, waiting for Lori or Lincoln to continue on. "So Linc, tell us what you figured out about him."

"Okay. All he's really told me is that 'if it were up to him, I'd be in Illinois with some girl' or something. He also talked a little about that sword of his, but I don't think you're interested in that."

"His sword isn't really the point right now, is it? I don't mean to be blunt or anything! Get it?" Luan quipped, to everyone's dismay.

"Now it's time for theories. Based on what's been said, who do you think this guy is?" Lori asked. The room sat silent for a moment before Luna shot her hand up. "Yes, Luna. Tell us what you think."

"I think he's just a dude who misses his lady. Could probably write a song on that." Luna jotted something down on a notepad she brought with her. Everyone unanimously nodded, sealing it as their collective idea.

"Alright, so that's what we all think? He's just a guy who misses a girl?"

"How would he end up here, though?! He's from California!" Lincoln interjected.

"You're right. How and why is he here?"

"What if he came here to try and find her, only to get lost on the way?"

"That does sound a bit crazy, but it fits with the rest of what we know well enough. Meeting adjourned." She slammed her shoe down to mimic a gavel.

Late that night, she was up watching TV when she heard yelling from outside. Glancing over, she thought she saw something. It wasn't until she actually stood up and walked over to the window that she saw what was going on; a drunken man seemed to be yelling at...Tyler? This caught Lori's attention. She crept up the stairs and into the room at the end of the hall.

"Lincoln...Lincoln, wake up." She started gently shaking him. He yawned, stretched and exchanged glances with his sister. "Lincoln, that guy's out there, in the middle of the road."

"Huh..? Tyler's out there?"

"Whatever, come with me. You gotta see this." He rolled out of bed, crept back down the stairs, and stared out the window, where the other man was becoming rather cross.

"Huh? You, you think you're better than me? Do ya?!" Even while being yelled at by a drunken hobo, he kept calm. It was then that the other man took a swing, clumsily missing. As soon as he recovered from his swing, he was struck in the face by a powerful punch from Tyler, knocking him onto the road, and nearly unconscious from the impact, before being picked up and thrown onto the sidewalk.

"...I didn't want to do that, but you left me no choice." He commented to himself, standing silently for several seconds after. He slowly turned his head to the right. In his line of sight lay no other than...

"Is that...Lincoln? And his sister?" He approached the window, looking through at the now-panicking siblings he had seen in the park earlier that day.

"Lincoln, he saw us! He's literally coming for us right now! What do we do?!"

"Alright, just stay calm, Lori. I bet he just wants to say hi."

"Okay, fine, I trust you on this one." He opened the window up.

"Hey." Tyler says.

"Is that guy okay?" Lori asks him.

"How would I know? I'm not a doctor."

"So hey, before I had to go at the park, you said you had a story to tell?" Lincoln addresses the elephant in the room.

"Yeah, I do. But I think it would be more fair if everyone were to hear it. I'll meet you back here tomorrow, as soon as I wake up...provided I actually managed to sleep tonight."

"Sure. That sounds good."

"Great." He left shortly after. Lincoln went back to bed, and Lori flopped back down on the couch to continue watching late-night television. Tomorrow, they would meet him again, and finally know the truth.

'''And that's the end. I intentionally left the story a cliffhanger. I don't plan on publishing the end to it.'''