"Life would be tragic, if it wasn't funny"-Steven Hawking

(Warning, this story has a lot of adult humor)

His head was pounding as he woke. The room was spinning, and he felt sick to his stomach. His room was a mess.

What happened last night He thought.

Suddenly he felt something creep up his throat. He grabbed his trash can and puked in it.

"Bllllaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Oh yeah He thought. Then it all came back to him.

The night of Lincoln Loud's 21st birthday...

...

Lincoln marked another day off on his calendar.

"Well it's finally here" he said as if he was talking to a live studio audience, "my 21st birthday. I am finally a man. Well you could argue that I was a man when I turned 18, but I'm old enough to drink now."

He gave a smile to his imaginary audience, "yep your pal Lincoln Loud is gonna be getting wasted tonight!" He then got a worried look on his face, "Gee I hope the sensors on Nickelodeon don't mind."

"HA I'm just messing with you" He laughed. "I'm only going to have a few drinks. I want to have some fun tonight, but I don't wanna do anything I may regret. So really just one or two drinks will be enough for me"

"who are you talking too?" asked Leni.

"oh yeah," he said, "you may have noticed I'm no longer sleeping in the closet. Well after most of my older sisters moved out, I was able to get a room of my own. Though Leni still lives with us, sadly she can't make it on her own. I felt kind of bad for her, so I decided to bunk with her after Lori left for collage."

"I'm just uh... thinking out loud sis" Lincoln said to Leni.

"you do that a lot" Said Leni. "it's like you think you're on some... Nickelodeon show or something."

"no, ha ha" Lincoln laughed. "Sometimes I just have so much going on in my head that I need to just get it out there."

"oh," said Leni, "well, happy birthday" she said with a warm smile.

"thanks"

"Now I know what you're thinking" He once again spoke to the audience "doesn't it get awkward bunking with your older sister. But you'd be surprised. We have separate beds, so it's not like we're actually you know... sleeping in the same bed. We respect each other's privacy, it's not like that time Lynn decided to bunk with me."

He walked out of his room, into the hall.

"The Loud house has gotten a lot quieter over the years," Lincoln started. "Lori moved away to collage with Bobby, Luna has hit the road as an up and coming rock star, and Luan moved to Hollywood to become a movie star. She mostly stars in romantic comedies. I haven't seen any of them in years, and sometimes I really miss 'em." He paused for a moment deep in thought, "I miss them a lot." His smile soon returned, "but hey, not everyone's gone! You just saw Leni's still here, Lynn and Lucy are still here too, Lynn's in collage, but she commutes from home. And obviously the twins, Lisa, and Lilly haven't gone anywhere."

Just then Lola and Lana came out of there room.

"He liked me!" Lola screamed at Lana.

"Nu uh, he liked me!" Lana screamed back.

"He probably thought you were a BOY!" Lola yelled back.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" Lincoln asked.

"This guy at school has a crush on me, and Lana wants to steel him for herself!" Lola responded.

"That's because he actually has a crush on me. He's not into girly girls" Lana snapped.

"Well he's certainly not into girls who play in the mud all day!" Lola scolded.

"A boy huh?" Said Lincoln, "well what's his name?"

"Uh... Mike... I think" Lola answered.

"Or maybe it was Alex" Lana added.

Lincoln let out a laugh. "You guys are fighting over a boy, and you don't even know his name?" He knelt down to look his teenage sisters in the eye, and put his hand on each of their shoulders. "Girls, you're both great, any guy would be lucky to have either one of you. But the two of you are sisters, twins even. That's a bond that can't be broken, and you shouldn't let some guy, who's name you don't even know, come between you like this. Guys from school will come and go, but no matter what, you will always have each other, and you will always have me."

"aww thanks Lincoln" both sisters said at once. They each hugged him for a few moments then went downstairs.

Then his sister Lisa showed up.

"I trust you're going to be consuming alcoholic beverages tonight, as it is the 21st anniversary of your birth."

"You mean I'm gonna drink bear for my 21st birthday tonight?" Lincoln clarified. "Probably yeah"

"I urge you not to operate any sort of automobile afterwards, as the alcohol will impair your judgment."

"Don't worry I'm not going to drink and drive tonight. I'm having my party here. So I won't be driving anywhere."

"I also urge you to limit your drinking as to not succumb to alcohol poisoning."

"Lisa, it's fine, I'm only going to have a few drinks ok." Lincoln assured her.

"Just a little concerned about my big brother is all"

Lincoln then gave her a hug before she joined the twins downstairs.

"Happy birthday Linky" came a small sweet voice from behind him. He turned around to find his youngest sibling.

"aw thanks Lilly" he said as he picked her up.

Lilly wrapped her arms around her brother and gave him a big hug. "How old are you now Linky?" Lilly asked.

"21" Lincoln responded with a smile.

"WOW!" Lilly said, "You're old!"

"I guess so" said Lincoln.

"Is that why you have white hair."

"No, it's been that way since I was born. Technically, I think it's actually like a really light blond."

"You're like Queen Elsa" Said Lilly.

"Uh yeah" Said Lincoln. "But minus the super powers, and with different um... parts"

"What parts?" Lilly asked.

Lincoln's face grew red. "I uh..."

"Lincoln!" his mother called up to him. "come down here, we have a surprise for you!"

Saved by the bell He thought. "Coming! Ok I'm gonna have to put you down now Lilly." He put her down, and walked downstairs.

His mother was waiting for him downstairs.

"What's the surprise mom?"

"Girls come on out." His mother yelled.

Just then Luna, Luan and Lori walked into the living room.

"Happy Birthday Bro!" Luna said with excitement.

Lincoln became overjoyed and rushed to give his big sisters a hug. "Luna! Luan! Lori! It's been so long" he said as he hugged all three at once. "I missed you guys so much!"

"We missed you too kiddo" Said Lori, messing up his hair.

"Wow 21 huh?" Said Luan, "don't wanna drink too much, you don't wanna get ALE, ha ha, get it?"

Years ago Lincoln would have rolled his eyes at Luan's puns. But now that he was seeing her again after years of her being gone, he actually found it funny. "HA HA, oh my gosh, that was pretty funny Luan!"

"There's plenty more where that came from" Luan assured him "I'm just Guinness started! Ha ha ha!"

"Hey bro come here a sec." Luna said, as she walked Lincoln into the kitchen, away from everybody else.

"What is it?" Lincoln asked.

"I thought I would give you your birthday present, from me." She whispered, handing him a can of Bud Light.

"Uh Luna..."

"What?"

"Why are you doing this in secret?" Lincoln asked, "I'm 21 now, it's perfectly legal for me to drink this" he took the can from Luna, opened it, and took a drink.

He immediately spit it out. "BLAH! This stuff's NASTY!"

"AH HA HA HA!" Luna laughed, "Yeah it's a bit of an acquired taste, bro"

"How you enjoying your first drink?" Lori dropped in.

Lincoln made a meh, gesture with his hands.

"Careful you don't wanna become an alcoholic" Lori warned. "So I have some plans for your party"

"Uh..." Lincoln cut her off, "No offense Lori, but you're not the best at planning parties. You're kind of um... what's the word..."

"You're boring dude" Luna interrupted.

"Yeah, I kind of want to have fun tonight" Lincoln said.

"Well if Luna over there, plans your party, you'll probably end up in some sort of trouble." Lori said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" said Luna.

"GUYS!" Lincoln barged in before a fight could break out, "I think I'm capable of planning my OWN party. I wanna have fun, but not too much fun, ok"

Once he was alone again, Lincoln turned once more to that mysterious audience that seemed to be in his mind.

"Well." He said. "Time to put operation... 21 into action. I've... I've gotten a LOT better at naming these operations, than I used to be."

...

In the end Lincoln did plan his own party.

His parents took all of his younger siblings to a hotel for the night.

It was pretty much what he wanted at first. Nothing really fancy, and nothing really wild. Just a bunch of his friends hanging out, having a good time.

Luna had brought over a couple cases of beer, and liquor.

He walked up to his friend Clyde, who was standing around drinking from a red solo cup.

"Hey Clyde." Said Lincoln. "Enjoying the party? Watcha' drinking."

"Yeah uh..." said Clyde. "Just... just some Pepsi."

"Pepsi?" Said Lincoln. "Oh come on Clyde we're 21 now, live a little."

"I don't know Lincoln." Said Clyde. "I don't wanna get too drunk tonight."

"Do you need to drive home?" Lincoln asked.

"No I walked here." Said Clyde. "What the heck, I'll get a drink."

Lincoln took a drink from the can of Coors Light he was holding. At first the beer tasted like piss to him. But the more he drank, the more he liked it.

"Hey have you seen Ronnie Anne?" Lincoln asked. "I uh... have a surprise for her."

"No" said Clyde. "I think she said she was going to be late. What... what's the surprise? I mean it's YOUR birthday, what are you going to be giving to Ronnie Anne?"

"Let's just say..." Said Lincoln. "It's something that's been a long time coming."

...

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Lynn, Lori, Leni, Luan, and Bobby sat at the dining table getting ready to play some card games.

"Alright" Said Lori. "What should we play?"

"OOOH!" Said Leni. "How about Apples to Apples?"

"That's a great idea!" Said Lori.

"Psh, Apples to Apples?" Lynn butted in. "That games for chumps! I got REAL game we can play."

Lynn then took out a black box and dropped it on the table. The box read "Cards Against Humanity"

"I picked this up in collage." Said Lynn. "It's like Apples to Apples, but WAY more awesome."

"Uh ok?" Said Lori. "How do you play?"

"Well." Said Lynn. "It's a lot like Apples to Apples." She opened the box and took out a stack of black cards, and a stack of white cards. "One person picks a black card that has a phrase or a question on it. And each of the other players must pick a white card to match the black card. The person who picked the black card then decides what white card best fits the black card, and whoever played the winning white card gets a point. At the end of the game, whoever has the most points wins."

"That literally sounds like the exact same thing as Apples to Apples." Lori pointed out.

Lynn gave an evil smile. "I'll deal out the cards, then you'll see what makes this game different from Apples to Apples." Lynn then dealt each player 10 white cards.

Lori took one look at her cards. "Oh dear lord!" She said as she saw what was written on each card.

"Oh, that's different." Said Luan.

"This..." Said Bobby. "Is going to be interesting.

"Um lori?" Leni asked, showing Lori her cards. "What's foreskin?"

...

Lincoln walked out to his back yard. It was mid afternoon, he had set up a pool as well as a keg of beer.

There he saw his friend Rusty climbing a tree.

"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked.

"I'm gonna do a cannon ball into the pool!" Rusty announced.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Of course it is!" Said Rusty, then he jumped off of the tree branch, curled himself into a ball in mid air, and landed... on the hard ground ten feet from the pool.

"I tried to warn ya." Said Lincoln. "You ok?"

"I'm fine." Rusty moaned. Then he slowly got up. "I think I'm gonna need some ice for my ass though."

"In the kitchen" Lincoln told him. He took another drink of his beer, and noticed it was empty. He went over to the beer keg, only to be blocked by his friend Liam.

"Hey Lincoln." Liam said in his red neck accent. "You gotta try this stuff man." Liam handed him a red solo cup, filled with some sort of alcoholic drink.

Lincoln took a sip. "GAHH!" He said as he started cough at the hot cinnamon flavored liquid.

"The FUCK is that?" Lincoln asked. "Feels like drinking fuckin' LAVA!"

Liam laughed. "Fireball Whisky."

"Well it's got the right name." Lincoln pointed out.

...

Back in the dining room.

Lynn picked up a black card. "Ok let's start." She said, then she read the card. "What's my secret power?"

The others each laid down a white card.

Lynn picked up a card. "Spontaneous human combustion. Now that sounds pretty bad ass!"

She read another card. "Dick fingers? How's that a power?"

She read another one. "Raptor attacks. Summon an army of raptors to defeat my enemies, NICE!"

She read the fourth card. "Vigorous jazz hands?"

"That was kind of a throw away" said Lori.

"I think I'm gonna give it to Spontaneous human combustion." Said Lynn.

"OOOH! THAT'S MINE!" Said Leni. "Though I really don't know what it means."

"It means to burst into flames." Said Lori.

"Well congratulations Leni, you get the first point." Lynn said, handing Leni the black card.

"What do I do with this?" Leni asked.

"That's how we keep score." Lynn explained.

"Hey." Said Leni. "Are we supposed to act these out?"

"OH GOD NO!!!!!!!!" screamed everyone at the table.

"Well that's a relief." Said Leni looking at one of her cards, which read "Incest."

...

Lincoln walked back into the living room. He heard a doorbell.

He felt a surge of joy run through him.

That must be Ronnie Anne He thought.

He hurried to the door excitedly and opened it.

His smile faded when he saw no one at the door. He looked around, then he looked down.

"Who are you?" Lincoln asked.

"I'm Peter Dinklage." Responded the small man standing before Lincoln.

"From Game of Thrones?" Lincoln asked.

"That's the one." Said Peter.

"Wow!" Said Lincoln. "Forgive me for asking but... Why are you here?"

"To do what I do best." Replied Peter. "To drink, and know things."

Peter Dinklage then pushed his way past Lincoln into his house.

Peter then ran into Liam. "Excuse me young man." Said Peter. "But is that a bottle of fireball whisky?"

"Uh yeah." Said Liam.

"May I have a sip?"

"Knock yourself out buddy." Liam gave Peter Dinklage the whisky. Peter then started to chug the spicy cinnamon liquid, until half the bottle was gone.

"Hot dang!" Liam said to Lincoln. "You didn't tell me you invited Tyrion Lannister. I LOVE Game of Thrones!"

"I didn't invite him." Said Lincoln.

"Then who did?"

Lincoln shrugged.

...

Back in the dining room.

"Ok seriously." Said Lori. "How is Leni winning this?"

Leni sat at her spot smiling with a large stack of black cards she won on one side of her, and a glass of wine on the other side.

"Well it's my turn." Said Luan, picking up a black card. "How am I maintaining my relationship status?"

Hmm let's see here. Luan looked at the cards placed before her.

She read the first card. "By getting pregnant again. Well that's one way to make him stay. Ha ha ha ha!"

She read the next one. "My relationship status... Oh I get it! Like Relationship status? What relationship status. HA HA! That's so funny!"

She read the third card. "Finger painting?" Luan then gave Lori an unimpressed look.

"Ugh it was another throwaway!" Said Lori. Lori had been getting really lame cards the entire game. And whenever she DID have a good one, Leni somehow was able to lay an even more dark and twisted card.

Lori had only won one round, and that was when Leni was the judge. Lori had laid down a card that said "The Kool Aid Man." Another throwaway. But somehow this absolutely cracked Leni up. Leni was not too bright.

"And one more card!" Luan announced. She read the card. Her eyes opened up wide. "Ne... ew that's... gross" She said, showing everyone the card.

Everyone slowly looked at Leni with shocked expressions.

"What?" Said Leni. "It's called cards AGAINST humanity. It's supposed to be gross!"

"Well" Said Luan. "You win again."

...

The door bell rang. Lincoln rushed to answer it.

At last!

"Ronnie Anne!" He said greeting the attractive Hispanic woman before him. "You made it!"

"Wouldn't miss this for the world, lame o" Ronnie Anne joked. "You get wasted yet?"

Not much had changed about Ronnie Anne over the years. She still had a similar outfit to what she usually wore (though now in a larger size of course) a purple hooded sweater, and jean shorts.

However she now wore her black hair down.

"He he, working on it." Lincoln said, pointing out the beer in his hands.

Ronnie Anne then gave Lincoln a kiss on the lips. "Happy birthday lame o" She said.

"Thanks." He said.

"I got a present for you." Ronnie Anne said handing Lincoln a vintage, mint condition Ace Savey comic book. "Sorry I couldn't wrap it."

"Oh no that's fine." Said Lincoln, taking the gift. "Thanks. You know I have a gift for you too."

"Uh Lincoln..." Said Ronnie Anne. "It's YOUR birthday. You're not supposed to get ME anything."

"Oh Ronnie Anne." Said Lincoln with a smile. "This is something I've been meaning to give you, for a long LONG time."

"Uhhh.... Ok" Said Ronnie Anne nervously. "What is it?"

Lincoln took another sip from what was now his third or fourth beer. "In time Ronnie Anne, in time."

Ronnie Anne walked into the house, nervously.

Why is he acting so weird? Ronnie Anne thought. Maybe it's the alcohol talking. What did he want to "give" me? Something doesn't feel right. Ugh Ronnie Anne, you've known Lincoln Loud for at least 11 years now, he's a super cool dude, you know he would never want to hurt you. Though when we first met, I kind of picked on him. Could he really have planned some sort of payback for THIS far in the future, they do call him "the man with a plan". Ronnie you're being paranoid, it's a party, just enjoy yourself.

As she walked further into the house, she looked back at Lincoln, drinking a beer. This was clearly not his first drink by the way he walked, or the way he looked at her. It didn't seem like him at all. Something about this Lincoln felt like a totally different person.

Let's hope this isn't the last party I ever go to. Ronnie thought.

Clyde walked up to Lincoln and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey buddy." He said. "Are you feeling alright? Did you have too much to drink?"

"Oh don't worry Clyde." Said Lincoln. "My faithful sidekick, I'm doing jjjuuuuuuusssst fine."

Lincoln started to wobble a bit.

"What's this thing you're planning for Ronnie Anne?" Asked Clyde. "You're not planning on doing something, I dunno, crazy are you?"

"Clyde, Clyde,Clyde." Lincoln said, patting Clyde on the shoulder. "Doctor Jekyll and Mister Clyde. You need not worry. For all will be revealed soon."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"All... will be... revealed.... Soon."

Lincoln then stumbled away from Clyde.

He walked over to where Luna was sitting, drinking a beer and talking to her girlfriend Sam.

"Hey." Said Lincoln, in a slurred voice. "Mind if I use this speaker for a bit?"

"Go ahead bro." Said Luna getting off of the speaker she was sitting on.

Lincoln fumbled with his phone for a bit, as he attempted to plug it into the speaker.

Luna gave her little brother a worried look. "You're not drinking too much are you, bro?"

"Here, let me help you with that." Said Sam, as she helped Lincoln plug his phone into the stereo system.

Lincoln selected a song from his favorite band, and set the volume on full blast.

Lincoln took off his shirt and twirled it around his head as he sang along to the lyrics.

"I WANNA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIGHT!"

Ronnie Anne smiled as she watched her goofball of a boyfriend dancing around.

Yep. She thought Same old dorky Lincoln loud.

...

Earlier that day, Luna was helping Lincoln decorate the house for his party.

"Hey Linc." She said. "I found this in your room. Is... is it yours."

Lincoln looked at the object in Luna's hands. He swiped it out angrily.

"Yeah it's mine!" He snapped, "now give it back."

"Whoa bro! What's your deal?"

"Sorry just a little on edge"

Luna looked at the object in Lincoln's hands. "Yeah I'll bet..."

Lincoln had a nervous look.

"You planning to do it tonight?" Asked Luna.

"P-probably" Lincoln looked down at his feet, the object held tightly in his hands.

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do bro?"

"Look" Said Lincoln, then his voice got deeper and quieter. "I don't want anyone to know about this. Can you keep this between us?"

"I...I..." Luna stuttered. "I don't know that I can."

...

"UGH!" Screamed Lori. "WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE WORST CARDS!?!?!" She said as she picked up the card that read "swooping."

"Like... how is that literally supposed to mean anything?"

"Well it's my turn now." Said Bobby. "Don't worry babe. I'm sure whatever you pick will be a good one"

"I doubt it." Said Lori, placing down her card before Bobby could even read the black card.

"Oh this is a good one." Said Bobby. "What's Batman's guilty pleasure?"

Everyone played a card.

Bobby picked up the first card. "Strong female characters? Well that would explain the beginning of The Killing Joke."

He then read the second card. "Dem titties. Again, going back to The Killing Joke."

He read the third card, which he knew was Lori's "A falcon with a cap on its head? Oh come on Babe, now you're not even trying."

He then read the last card. "Snorting coke of a clown's.... oh my god!" He showed the rest of the group the card. "ok seriously who's card is this?"

Leni slowly raised her hand.

"Wow Leni." Said Bobby. "I never knew you had such a... dark twisted mind."

Leni just smiled innocently as she took the black card from Bobby. Then she took a sip of her wine (Which by the way, this was FAR from her first glass of the night.)

"Wow." Said Luan. "That really puts new meaning to the Joker's speech about and unstoppable force meeting an immovable object."

...

Back in the back yard, Clyde and some of the others had decided to go for a swim in the pool.

Rusty walked by, eating a chocolate bar.

"Oops" Said Rusty as he tripped and dropped the bar into the pool.

As Clyde enjoyed the cool refreshing water, he felt something touch his waste.

Clyde turned around to see the small brown log-like object floating in the water.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!" He yelled as he and the others jumped out of the pool.

Rusty fished his chocolate bar out of the pool, gave it a good look and said, "Oh it's still good yet." He then took a big bite out of it.

Clyde puked.

...

Clyde walked into the living room.

There he came across Ronnie Anne.

"Hey Ronnie Anne." Said Clyde. "Did you see Lincoln yet?"

"Yeah." Said Ronnie Anne.

"Did he uh... give you anything?"

"No." Ronnie Anne replied. "But he did say he has a surprise for me."

"I'm kind of worried about him."

"How so."

"He seems to be acting... different." Clyde pointed out. "You don't think he'd be planning to, you now, HURT you in some way do you?"

"Clyde." Ronnie Anne assured him. "This is Lincoln we're talking about. He's been a best friend to both of us for as long as I can remember. But now that you mention it, he does seem a little off. Like he's not himself."

"You don't think he's some sort of impostor do you?"

"What no!"

"Or some alien is controlling his brains."

"Gee Clyde, your imagination is way too vivid. I'm pretty sure he's still the same old Lincoln."

"Maybe."

"Then again, how do we really know what the same old Lincoln really means?"

"Come again."

"Well..." Said Ronnie Anne. "Sometimes a person can fake being one way for a really long time, and actually be another way."

"So your saying that Lincoln could have been just pretending to be nice this whole time, and is actually some sort of psychopath?"

"Well yeah I guess" Said Ronnie Anne. "I was watching a movie about that last night. The movie kind of sucked, but the idea of it, kind of has me on edge."

"Well either way, you be careful around him." Said Clyde. "He may be my best friend, but I like to think you're my friend too, and I'd hate to see anything happen to you. And if what you said is true, then he may have never been my real friend at all, if so, that means you're all I have left."

Ronnie Anne put her hand on Clyde's shoulder. "Clyde." She said. "We're just scaring ourselves. Again this is Lincoln Loud we're talking about. We can TOTALLY trust him."

Though Ronnie Anne wasn't too sure about that.

...

As the music played, Lincoln had decided to get up on the table and dance. Soon Peter Dinklage joined him on the table. Peter took off his shirt as well.

"YES SIR LINCOLN!" Peter screamed. "The gods demand we get jigy with it!"

"Is that something from game of thrones?" Lincoln asked.

"I think so." Said Peter. "The lord of light wishes to see his enemies burn! The god of the sea wants them to drown! Where I ask.... Is THE GOD OF TITS AND WINE!"

"Wise words Pete." Lincoln yelled over the music.

Peter Dinklage then climbed on top of Lincoln's back.

"GO FORTH NOW!" Peter yelled. "I SHALL RIDE THIS BEAST TO SEIZE THE IRON THRONE OF WESTEROSE!"

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!!!" Lincoln yelled, as he tried to shake Peter off of him.

"THE BEAST GROWS MAD!" Peter yelled.

Lincoln then was able to grab Peter and throw him on the coffee table below him.

Peter landed on the table with a thud, luckily the table did not break, but Peter Dinklage was in a daze.

"I request." Said Peter. "Another drink." Then he passed out.

A couple of guests carried the little man onto the couch.

"Lincoln are you ok?" Said Ronnie Anne walking up to Lincoln. "What the hell just happened."

"Think the little guy had a bit much to drink." Said Lincoln.

"Is... is he Peter Dinklage?" Asked Ronnie Anne.

"He is a drunk." Said Lincoln in his best Tyrian Lanister impression. "And a drunk must drink."

The sun was starting to go down. It was getting dark.

Luna turned on the disco ball she had installed in the ceiling that day, and the lights went dim.

"Well at least this frees up a spot for you, my lady." Said Lincoln, taking Ronnie Anne's hand.

Then the song Africa by Toto came on the speaker.

"May I have this dance?" Lincoln said in a romantic voice.

"Uh sure." Said Ronnie Anne.

And then the young man and woman climbed atop the coffee table, and started to dance.

"I hear drums echoing tonight. But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation." The song went on.

Lincoln placed his hands around Ronnie Anne's waste, and she wrapped her arms gently around the back of his neck, as they slowly danced.

Lincoln stared deep into Ronnie Anne's eyes with a warm smile.

"I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies. He looked at me as if to say, hurry boy it's waiting there for you!"

The other guests turned on the light on their phones, and waved them above their heads to the tune of the music.

Between the phones and the disco ball, the dark room had become flooded with dancing lights in the darkness, as the two lovers danced in the center.

Lincoln planted a kiss on Ronnie Anne as the song hit the Lyrics.

"It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you. There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do! I bless the rains down in Africa. Gonna take some time to do the things we never have."

"Is this you're surprise for me?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"No" Said Lincoln, "But don't worry, the time will come."

Ronnie Anne didn't know whether to be excited or scared. But right now as she was held in Lincoln's arms, she could tell he was the same goofy little white haired boy she met all those years ago. The boy she's even come to love. She couldn't imagine him ever having plans to hurt her in any way, but could she be wrong?

"You know." She said. "I bet Lori and Bobby would love to be here. Where are they again?"

"Oh, last I heard they were playing some card game Lynn brought back from collage." Lincoln responded.

...

"UGH I SUCK AT THIS!" Lori yelled.

"Oh don't worry." Said Lenny, who was the judge this time around, "I'm sure your next card, will be hilarious!"

Leni looked at Lori's card. "Oops, I stand corrected. Even I find this card to be incredibly lame."

"UGH!" Lori groaned, as she dropped her head down on the table.

...

Peter Dinklage got up a few moments after the dance. He stumbled around for a bit. He found his way upstairs, and stumbled into the storage room to the right.

The room looked as though it used to be a small bedroom.

"I have stumbled into the lair of some tiny human." Said Peter in a drunken slur.

Peter then picked up a dust covered stuffed bunny. "What is this beast?" He said to himself. "Why it is a rabbit. This noble creature shall make a fine feast for my mighty gullet." Peter then took a bite out of the stuffed bunny, expecting the taste of blood and rabbit flesh. Instead his tongue was met with the bitter taste of some sort of cotton. He immediately spat it out. "Why this thing ain't even real!" He tossed it on the ground.

"Hello what's this?" Said Peter Dinklage picking up a family portrait of the Loud family. "MY GOD!" He said "11 children? These parents get it on more than the Lanister twins on their birthday!" He looked at the picture of the loud children some more. "The house Loud must be a proud family indeed."

Then Peter Dinklage found something else that had caught his eye. "Hello what's this?" He said with a drunken smile. "Now this should be a good time."

...

Lincoln downed another beer, he had lost track of how many he drank, and his vision was getting blurred. This was not good, he needed to have a clear head for what he had planned for Ronnie Anne that night.

Maybe I should do this another time Lincoln thought. No no, with as much as you've hyped this little surprise, it must be tonight. But I would need to find a place no one can interfere. The Royal Woods lake should work. Nice and quiet. And it's dark now, should make things easy. Or something, shit now my thoughts are even getting drunk, ha ha. I really need to sober up.

"FOUL BEATS PREPAIRE TO BE SLANE!" Came a voice from behind Lincoln.

"Oh no" Lincoln turned around to see Peter Dinklage (still not wearing a shirt I might add) Wearing Lincoln's Viking helmet he made as a kid, and holding his cardboard sword.

"HAVE AT THEE!" Yelled peter, then he charged in Lincoln's direction. "YYYYYAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" Lincoln yelled, then he ran from the charging, drunk, tiny, celebrity.

Peter was fast for a little person. He caught up to Lincoln and smacked him in the butt with his cardboard sword.

"AH!" Lincoln yelled. "Come on dude, that's not even your stuff!"

Peter chased Lincoln out into the back yard.

Lincoln ducked out of the way as Peter Dinklage lunged at him. Peter missed and instead knocked over the beer keg, spilling its contents all over the ground. Peter quickly got back to his feet.

"Now you die Joffrey!" Said Peter.

"Joffrey?" Said Lincoln confused. Then Lincoln looked at his own white hair, and realized the resemblance. "Oh come on man!" Said Lincoln. "I FUCKING HATE JOFFREY!"

Peter pointed his cardboard sword at Lincoln. "Everyone fucking hates Joffrey!"

"Hey come on dude." Said Lincoln. "If you wanna compare me to a fictional character with white hair, can't you pick someone other than Joffrey?"

"Ok then, Draco Malfoy."

"Oh come on man." Said Lincoln. "I was thinking someone I dunno. Who's not a total jackass! Like um... Danny Phantom, He has white hair, I'm Danny Phantom."

"Danny Phantom's white hair comes from a mutation caused by the ghost portal, his natural hair color is black."

"Well then um... Daenerys Targaryen, I'm Daenerys Targaryen mother of dragons!"

"But you're a boy."
"Father of dragons?"

"Very well." Said Peter. "Then I shall douse your flames."

"Come again?"

Then Peter Dinklage tackled Lincoln Loud, causing them both to fall into the pool with a big splash.

Lincoln got up, and wiped the water from his eyes.

Clyde soon came over. "Uh, I don't think you wanna be in there dude." Clyde warned. "I think someone went number 2 in there earlier."

"Number 2?" Said Peter Dinklage. "What a coincidence. For as we speak I am going numbers 1, 2, AND 3."

"W-What's number 3?" Lincoln asked, with a disturbed look on his face.

"Boy." Said Peter. "You do not want to know."

Then Lincoln noticed the circle of green sludge growing from Peter Dinklage's body.

"GAHHH!!!" Lincoln yelled, jumping out of the pool.

...

After a hot shower, Lincoln stepped out, and put some dry clothes on.

"Well I'm gonna have nightmares now." Said Lincoln. "But on the bright side. I think that little uh... incident sobered me up quite a bit. Now I just need to get Ronnie Anne out to the woods, so I can enact my master plan."

...

Lincoln walked up to Ronnie Anne, it was going on midnight.

"Hey Ronnie Anne." He asked. "What do you say we go someplace a little more quiet?"

"Uh..."Said Ronnie Anne. "Like where?"

"I was thinking maybe the Royal Woods lake." Lincoln suggested. "Thinking it's about time to give you my surprise."

"Uh... The Royal Woods Lake? Like as in the one in the middle of the Royal Woods forest, where it's so dark and far away from civilization no one can here you scream?" Said Ronnie Anne, feeling a bit nervous.

"Gee." Said Lincoln. "If you were trying to sell it as the set for the next Alien film, I guess you could put it that way."

"Can't you just give it to me here... where there's witnesses?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"I don't think so." Lincoln said, looking at all the drunk guests dancing around, making a mess of the place. "I think it would be best if we did this somewhere alone."

"Uh... ok." Ronnie Anne said, sweat starting to form on her forehead. Alone? Oh man I was right, this guy's trying to kill me. Maybe I'm over reacting, but why else would he want to be alone?

"What about your party?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"Oh I think they'll be fine without us for a while." Said Lincoln.

"We are coming back right?" Said Ronnie Anne. "BOTH of us?"

"Well yeah sure." Said Lincoln. "Glad you're having fun."

He then escorted her out the door.

...

Clyde walked up to Luna.

"Hey what's Lincoln up to?" He asked

"Whatcha talking about dude?" Luna asked.

"He's been acting really weird today." Said Clyde.

"It's his 21st birthday little man." Said Luna. "First time he can drink. Don't worry, my little bro's gonna be back to his old self by tomorrow morning. Well more like mid to late afternoon, he's gonna get a pretty bad hangover, but some water should clear him right up dude."

"He said he has a surprise for Ronnie Anne." Clyde said. "That it's something that's been 'a long time coming' if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was planning something dastardly against Ronnie Anne."

"Well I uh..." Luna stammered.

"Oh my gosh!" Said Clyde, bringing his hands to his face. "IS HE GOING TO KILL HER!?!?! Oh my gosh, my best friend's a murderer, how did I not see this coming?"

Clyde then rushed out the front door as fast as he could.

"Clyde wait!" Said Luna, running after him. "It's not what you think!"

...

Lincoln Loud led Ronnie Anne through the dark forest.

"It's pretty dark out here." Ronnie Anne said.

"Afraid something's gonna jump out and GET ya?" Lincoln joked.

"Something like that." Said Ronnie Anne.

Gee since when is Ronnie Anne afraid of the dark? Lincoln thought.

They continued to walk down the path through the deep dark forests of Royal Woods.

"You know they say a monster lives in these woods." Lincoln said. "And the woods are so deep, that if it kills you, no one will ever find your body."

Ronnie Anne gulped. "Yeah that's uh... very interesting." She said.

"Are you scared?" Lincoln said, a bit confused.

"What me? Heck no!" She said acting tough. However she was scared, but not of some mysterious monster in the woods.

"Good." Said Lincoln. "We're almost there. All will be revealed soon enough."

"Great." Ronnie Anne said with nervousness in her voice.

They soon got to the clearing by the lake.

"Here we are" Said Lincoln. Then something caught his eye. "Oh that'll be perfect!"

Lincoln ran to the edge of the lake, where he found a canoe, with some paddles.

"Are you sure that's safe?" Asked Ronnie Anne.

"Oh come on!" Said Lincoln, "You and me used to do crazy stuff like this all the time when we were kids. Nothing's gonna happen, trust me."

"Ok..." Said Ronnie Anne, as she got in the boat.

Lincoln pushed off and got in the boat. He took the paddles and started to row the both of them far away from shore.

Soon the shore looked small, and impossible to reach.

"Peaceful out here." Lincoln said.

"Yeah" Said Ronnie Anne.

"Sky's clear." Said Lincoln looking up at the night sky.

Ronnie Anne looked up as well.

The very few lights meant they could see hundreds upon thousands of stars. Deep dark blues, purples, reds, and oranges (the color, not the fruit) filled the night sky.

"Hey look at the water." Lincoln suggested.

Ronnie Anne looked over the side of the boat.

The water was absolutely still. It was as flat as a mirror, and just as reflective. The flat calm surface of the water reflected the beautiful night sky perfectly. The shoreline had almost completely faded in all directions. It almost felt like the canoe, as well as the two young adults, were floating in space.

"Wow. This is..." Ronnie Anne said.

"Romantic." Said Lincoln.

"It's amazing!" Said Ronne Anne. "Did you know this canoe would be here?"

"Yeah." Lincoln said. "I think it's Mr. Grouse's but we'll have it back before he even knows we used it."

"Man." Said Ronnie Anne. "It's like we're floating in space."

"Yeah." Said Lincoln with a smile. "Like a whole other world. Like we're light years away from any troubles we have."

"Almost makes me feel like I never want to go back." Ronnie Anne said.

"Yeah I feel ya." Said Lincoln. "Just stay in this moment for all of eternity. Floating in this beautiful realm of stars, and light. Just above the dark endless crushing void."

Ronnie Anne looked at Lincoln for a bit. "Yeah, dark... crushing... endless void."

"Hey look over there, a shooting star." Said Lincoln.

Ronnie Anne looked behind her, to see the streak of light shooting across the sky. "Wow!" She said. "It really is beautiful out here."

"Yeah..." said Lincoln in a low voice. "And best of all... we're all alone." Then he reached into his back pocket.

Ronnie Anne turned around. Her body froze when she saw Lincoln, When she saw what he was holding. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.

...

"Ok now it's my turn to be the judge." Said Lori. "Ok so this card is blank." She held up the black card with a blank white square. "What does that mean?"

"Oooohhhh!!!" Said Lynn. "That means you get to make up your OWN card. Lucky!"

"Ok." Said Lori. "Let me think here. What's um... Oh I got it. What are we all going to do, a year from now, for Lincoln's 22nd birthday?"

"Oooohhh!" Said Leni. "I got the perfect card for that!" she then laid her card on the table with confidence.

Everyone else laid their cards down.

Lori read all the cards. The last one was Leni's.

Lori read Leni's card; "Incest." Her eyes widened. She looked at Leni. "This... this is your card?"

"Yep!" Said Leni with a smile.

"And you know what it means right?"

"Yep."

Lori looked up the definition on her phone and showed it to Leni. "It... it means this."

"Oh yeah I knew that." Said Leni.

"And you said this was perfect for, what we will be doing at Lincoln's 22nd birthday party?"

"Yes I did say that."

"Hey" Said Lynn. "weren't you bunking with Lincoln for the past few years?"

"Yep." Leni responded.

The rest of the group stared at Leni in shock for a few moments.

Leni starred back at them not saying a word, just staring with an innocent smile on her face. She cocked her head slightly to the side, then she finished her wine. "Do we have any more wine?" She said.

"Wow Leni." Said Bobby. "We've uh... learned a lot about you tonight. A lot that uh... that I didn't really want to know."

"Yeah." Lynn said. "Maybe this was a mistake. Next time maybe we should just play go fish."

"I think we're done here." Said Lori.

"Oooh!" Leni said. "Does this mean I win?"

"I don't think any of us win." Said Luan with a disturbed expression on her face, staring into the dark endless void of what used to be her own innocents. "The men and women who came into this game are dead, only hallow shells now leave."

"Yeah you... you win Leni." Said Lori.

"YAY!!!!" Leni shrieked with joy, waving her hands about like a gitty little school girl.

"I... I think I'm gonna need some therapy after this." Said Bobby. "Lots and lots of therapy"

...

Earlier that day.

Luna was helping Lincoln decorate for his party, when she asked him about the object she found in his room.

"Look." Said Lincoln, his voice got deeper and quieter. "I don't want anyone else to know about this. Can you keep it between us?"

"I...I..." Said Luna "I don't know that I can.... CONTAIN MY EXCITEMENT!!!!" Luna then grabbed Lincoln and gave him a big hug. "MY LITTLE BRO'S GETTING MARRIED!"

Lincoln broke away from Luna. "Well I haven't asked her yet." He said. Placing the small box containing a diamond ring into his back pocket. "I invited Ronnie Anne over to my party, I'll ask her tonight."

"Like I said before though. Do you really think this is the right thing to do?" Luna asked. "I mean to propose at you own 21st birthday? Not exactly the most romantic setting bro."

"Well." Said Lincoln "I'm thinking around say midnight or so, I'll get her to go with me out to the Royal Wood lake. I'll take her out in that old canoe, at night the water is flat enough to reflect the sky. It's SUPER romantic."

"Isn't that Mr. Grouse's canoe?"

"Psh, we'll have it back before he even knows we used it. What can possibly go wrong?"

...

Ronnie Anne starred at Lincoln as they sat in the canoe, in the middle of the lake.

He was kneeling on one knee, and holding a small box containing a shiny diamond ring.

"Uh..." Said Ronnie Anne, "What's...what's this?"

"Ronnie Anne Santiago..." Lincoln started. "Will you marry me?"

Ronnie Anne stood silent for a few moments. "Uh...is that your surprise for me?" She asked.

"Yeah." Said Lincoln, he smiled, his eyes getting wide.

"That's why you brought me out here? That's the big thing that was going to be revealed?" Ronnie Anne questioned. "You brought me out here... to propose to me?"

"Mm hmm." Lincoln's eyes glistened in the night sky, in an almost pleading look.

"OH THANK GOD!!!!" Ronnie Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

"Huh?" Lincoln was confused. "What... What did you think this was?"

"I thought..." Said Ronnie Anne. "I thought you wanted to kill me or something."

Lincoln looked at her even more confused. "Why would I do that?"

"Well, when we first met, I kind of picked on you." Ronnie Anne explained. "I thought maybe this was some sort of payback."

"Ronnie Anne, that was YEARS ago! You didn't even know me back then, and we were children. Things have changed. We're adults now, and we've been DATING for years. What gave you the idea that I would ever want to..."

"Well" Said Ronnie Anne, a little embarrassed. "You've been acting really strange tonight, with all this all will be revealed shit you kept saying. Made it sound like you were planning something sinister."

"I'm gonna level with you..." Said Lincoln. "I've had a LOT to drink tonight. Really a lot more than I should have. It's my first time drinking and I didn't really know my limits. I was actually thinking of calling the proposal off, because I was so drunk. But then Peter Dinklage tackled me into a pool and I sobered up real quick after that."

"Yeah I guess I'm just a little on edge after the movie I watched last night." Ronnie Anne replied.

"Movie?"

"Yeah, some stupid made for TV movie. This girls boyfriend, whom she's known for years, invites her to a party, gets her dunk, then brings her to the middle of the lake, stabs her to death, and throws her body in the lake never to be seen again." Ronnie Anne explained. "It was actually a really dumb movie. The writing was shitty, the directing was awful, and don't even get me started on the acting."

Lincoln looked at her with a look of disappointment that seemed to say "seriously?"

"Damn, that's an oddly specific movie." Lincoln said to himself.

"So let me get this straight." Lincoln said. "You thought that after we've grown up together, practically being best friends for life, and even dating, for at least 11 years. You thought that I would, OUT OF THE BLUE decide to MURDER one of my best friends in the whole world, and bury her body in the bottom of a lake. ALL because you saw it in a movie, and not even a GOOD movie."

"Pretty much." Said Ronnie Anne, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"Ronnie Anne..." Said Lincoln. "You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I... I love you. And besides, even if I DID want to hurt you, I'm pretty sure you can take me in a fight."
"Gee I dunno." Said Ronnie Anne, with a smile. "You DID take on Tyrion Lannister."

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!" They both started laughing.

"Man that guy is CRAZY!" Said Lincoln.

"I know right, it's like he thinks he's actually in an episode of Game of Thrones. Like the show was real life or something." Ronnie Anne said.

"Probably all the booze he drank." Said Lincoln, tears of laughter flowing down his face. "When he first got here, the little fucker drank half a bottle of fire ball whisky."

"HOLY SHIT" Ronnie Anne laughed.

They were both laughing so hard they couldn't even stand.

"You do know that guy isn't actually Peter Dinklage right?" Said Ronnie Anne.

"Wait what?" Said Lincoln.

Then Ronnie Anne brought up a video on her phone. It was the REAL Peter Dinklage hanging out at comic-con, miles away, dressed as Tyrion Lannister.

"This is a live feed dude." Ronnie Anne said.

"Wait then... who was at my party?" Lincoln asked.

"I have no idea dude." Said Ronnie Anne. "just some little person who likes free booze I guess."

They both started laughing again.

"So what do you say?" Lincoln asked as they lay on the bottom of the boat. "will you marry me?"

"Sure I will, lame o" Ronnie Anne replied.

Then the two kissed for a few moments, as the boat floated through its own little section of the cosmos.

Ronnie Anne tried to stand up. The boat started to wobble. It capsized sending Lincoln and Ronnie Anne into the water.

The edge of the boat hit Ronnie Anne hard in the head knocking her out.

Lincoln gasped as he came up from the water. "Ronnie Anne!?!?" He screamed, "Are you ok?" He panicked "Where are you?!?!" He dove under water. He saw Ronnie Anne sinking into the dark, crushing, endless abyss.

He swam down after her.

Lincoln managed to drag Ronnie Anne's unconscious body to the shore.

"Come on Ronnie Anne don't do this to me!" Lincoln pleaded.

He started to perform CPR (to the best of his ability) to try to get her to wake up.

Ronnie Anne coughed up lake water.

"Ronnie Anne!" Said Lincoln, then he held her tight. "I...I thought I lost you."

"No I'm fine." Said Ronnie Anne. "Thanks."

They kissed again under the moonlight.

"Should we go get the boat?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"No." Said Lincoln. "The tide will bring it to shore by daybreak." He ran his hands over his own body, looking for something.

"Oh no!" he said.

"What?" Said Ronnie Anne.

"I lost my flashlight! It must have fallen out when the boat flipped over." He explained.

They both looked into the dark forest before them.

"D-do you remember how to get back?" Said Lincoln

"Well yeah it was..." Said Ronnie Anne, looking into the dark endless forest. "Wait no, it... huh."

Suddenly they heard a noise coming from the forest.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Lincoln screamed, and grabbed onto Ronnie Anne for protection. Then a squirrel hopped out of the forest.

Ronnie Anne giggled. "Man." She said. "I can't believe I was afraid of YOU the whole night." She said to Lincoln.

Lincoln gave a nervous laugh.

Then they heard a deep growl come from the darkness.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" They both screamed at the top of their lungs and held onto each other.

...

Back at the party, Not Peter Dinklage had returned to the living room.

Not Peter Dinklage swiped a can of beer from one of the female guests.

"Hey!" said the girl.

Not Peter Dinklage gave her a wink.

"Ugh" Said the girl in disgust.

"Everybody!" yelled Not Peter Dinklage. "The Loud King is no more!" He said referring to Lincoln. "I Shall now take the iron throne as king of this party!" He then walked over to a throne he had built out of cardboard swords and sat upon it.

"Um Excuse me but..." Said Rusty. "Who's the Loud King?"

"Why Lincoln Loud of course." Replied Not Peter Dinklage.

"LINCOLN'S DEAD!!!!!" Rusty yelled. "NNNNOOOOO HE WAS SO YOUNG!"

"No no don't be so morbid." Said Not Peter Dinklage. "The boy's not dead. He just left with that lovely young Hispanic girl, to go... frolic in the woods or something, I really do not care. Point is he is no longer here. Ergo this is now MY party. Now I command we turn things up to eleven."

"ALRIGHT!" Screamed a woman who looked a bit like Luna, but about Lincoln's age, named Tabby. "I LOVE turning it up to eleven!"

They then turned the volume up even further and everyone started dancing.

...

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne walked slowly through the dark woods, as they tried to find their way back home.

They were both soaking wet, freezing cold, and terrified.

They held each other close, for both warmth and comfort.

"L-Lincoln?" Said Ronnie Anne. "That stuff you said earlier a-about the monster. Th-that wasn't true was it?"

"I-I w-was just making small talk." Said Lincoln.

They heard a howl in the distance.

"W-was that a werewolf." Said Lincoln.

"Werewolves don't exist Lincoln." Said Ronnie Anne, then they heard another howl. "But I've been wrong before"

"Ok let's not panic." Said Lincoln. "We've been in these woods before."

"N-not this late at night." Ronnie Anne pointed out. "what if we run into some sort of bear, or ax murderer or something? I... I don't wanna die Lincoln."

"I don't wanna die either." Said Lincoln. "I'm sorry I brought you out here."

"No don't be sorry." Said Ronnie Anne. "I'm really glad you did." She looked at the ring on her finger. "It'll all be worth it, if we make it out alive."

"It's the if part that scares me." Said Lincoln.

Suddenly the two of them came face to face with a dark shadowy figure.

"What the hell is that?" Ronnie Anne asked.

"I... I don't know." Said Lincoln. "But it's coming right at us."

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne held each other tight as the creature before them moved closer, and closer.

They closed their eyes, waiting for the mysterious monster to rip them to shreds.

...

"Clyde wait!" Luna ran after Clyde, through the dense forests.

"I can't believe my best friend was actually a cold blooded killer this whole time!" Clyde said to himself.

Luna caught up to Clyde, grabbed him by the shoulder, and spun him around. "CLYDE LISTEN TO ME!!" She yelled at him, snapping him out of his panicked state. "You really think Lincoln Loud, YOUR best friend, and MY little brother. The guy we've each known our entire lives, would be planning to MURDER anyone, much less Ronnie Anne?"

"Well I guess not." Said Clyde. "But what IS he doing here, why all the secrecy?"

"Ugh" Luna sighed. "He didn't want anyone to know, because he wanted to surprise Ronnie Anne. But... he brought her out here to.... To pop the question."

"Huh?"

"Lincoln is going to ask Ronnie Anne to MARRY him!" Said Luna, "Do ya get it?"

"Oh right." Said Clyde. "That... that makes a LOT more sense."

"Uh yeah." Said Luna. "He wanted to do it out here, so he wouldn't get interrupted by all those drunken morons."

"So if Lincoln's popping the question..." Clyde started. "I... kind of want to see that." Then Clyde continued to run into the forest. "Wait up buddy!"

Luna brought her palm to her face. "Ugh, Clyde you are such an idiot." Then she followed him.

...

Ronnie Anne and Lincoln held each other close, as they waited for the creature to rip them to shreds.

"I love you Lincoln." Ronnie Anne cried.

"I love you too Ronnie Anne." Lincoln cried back.

Suddenly they heard the creature speak. "Dudes?" it said.

"Huh?" Said Lincoln becoming confused,

Then the creature stepped into the light.

"L-Luna?" Said Lincoln, feeling relieved.

"Are you guys ok?" Asked Luna.

"Yeah." Said Ronnie Anne. "Just a little lost."

"This place is fucking terrifying at night." Lincoln pointed out.

"So did you ask her?" Clyde chimed in.

Lincoln gave Luna an angry look. "You told him?"

"I had too bro." Said Luna. "He was somehow under the impression you were planning to murder her!"

"WHY DOES EVERYBODY THINK THAT?!?!" Lincoln snapped.

"Well did you ask her" Clyde insisted eagerly.

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "Yes." He said.

"What did she say?"

Then Ronnie Anne smiled and showed them both the ring on her finger.

"EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!" Clyde squealed with excitement.

Luna gave Ronnie Anne a big hug, "Welcome to the family sis!" She said. Then Luna backed away. "Man, you guys are soaking wet? What happened."

"Our canoe tipped over." Ronnie Anne replied.

"Are you two ok?" Said Luna.

"We're fine." Replied Lincoln and Ronnie Anne.

"Well how about we get back to the house, and get you guys some dry clothes." Suggested Luna. "Ronnie Anne, I'm sure some of my clothes will fit you, you can borrow some. After all you are family now."

"Sounds good." Said Ronnie Anne.

The four of them headed back to the house.

"See Lincoln." Ronnie Anne said, as they got out of the woods. "I knew there were no monsters."

They all froze in horror, as they saw what had become of the neighborhood.

"I guess that depends on what you consider to be a monster, dudes" Said Luna.

...

In Lincoln's absence, his party had tripled in size.

Drunken partiers filled the streets, dancing and vandalizing things.

The house was covered in toilet paper, and a couple of cars had been set on fire in the front lawn.

"Oh my god!" Said Lincoln. "I am gonna be in so much trouble."

"Dude!" Said Luna. "What happened?"

Then a young woman, about Lincoln's age walked up to the group.

The woman had long thick, brown hair. She was wearing a purple hand knit turtle neck sweater, with a picture of a boom box on it. As well as a mini skirt. She also had a big purple ribbon in her hair. She wore black slip on shoes, with knee high socks.

"Are you Lincoln Loud?" Said the woman.

"Uh yeah." Said Lincoln. He raised an eyebrow.

The young woman reached out her hand to shake Lincoln's.

"I'm Mabel." She said. "Mabel Pines, and this is my brother Dipper."

Then a young man about the same age walked up. He had the same hair color as Mabel, although his was much shorter. He wore a blue and whit colored baseball cap, with a picture of a blue pine tree on it. He had a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and sneakers.

"What happened?" Lincoln asked.

"Oh many legends speak of you Lincoln." Said Mabel. "The Loud king, that's you, Lincoln Loud. Was BANISHED from these lands many eons ago. Now we serve a new party king. The mighty king Peter!"

"Eons?" Said Luna.

"Banished?" Said Lincoln.

"Dude." Luna started to explain. "Lincoln wasn't kicked out. He left by choice to go propose to his girlfriend."
"Yeah and that was only a few hours ago!" Lincoln added.

"Some pint sized ass hole took over your party bro." Dipper clarified. "You'll have to excuse my sister. She's very drunk right now."

"That must be Not Peter Dinklage!" Ronnie Anne pointed out.

"Huh." Said Dipper. "He did kind of look like Peter Dinklage"

"Wait did you say he proposed?" asked Mabel with great excitement.

"Yeah." Said Lincoln.

"OH MY GOSH!" Screamed Mabel. "What did she say?"

"I said yes." Said Ronnie Anne.

Mabel gasped with joy. "Is this her?" She pointed at Ronnie Anne.

"Yeah" Lincoln said.

"SHE'S SO EBAUTIFUL!!!!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Uh thanks" Ronnie Anne said, a little awkwardly.

Then Mabel grabbed Lincoln by the shoulders, and pulled his face close to hers. "We are going to help you take back your kingdom! Onward! To reclaim the iron throne!!!!"

...

The Louds, Clyde, Ronnie Anne, and the Pines twins slowly walked through the chaotic street leading to the loud house.

"Damn." Said Luna. "And I thought this pace was chaos when we were kids."

"Yeah." Said Lincoln. "The Loud House back then was like a fancy art gallery compared to now."

Mabel took out a water bottle filled with some sort of clear pink fluid, with plastic dinosaurs floating in it. "Want some?" She offered.

"What is it?" Lincoln asked.

"I call it Mabel juice 21+" Mabel said. "It's like regular Mabel juice, but it has alcohol in it, so you need to be 21 or older to drink it. You're 21 right?"

"Uh... yeah" Said Lincoln. "This is kind of my 21st birthday."

"What the fuck is Mabel juice." Luna asked.

"It's made out of dreams!" Said Mabel.

"Soda, Kool-aid, corn syrup, maple syrup, and a WHOLE LOT of pure sugar." Dipper explained. "And now she's added bourbon to the mix. Seriously Mabel, you really need to slow down on that stuff."

"NEVER!!!!!!" Mabel exclaimed.

"Yeah I think I'll pass." Said Lincoln.

"Suit yourself." Said Mabel. Then she started to chug her sugary concoction.

They got to the house. It was guarded by a large man with a ton of tattoos. Each tattoo on the man was just the name of the place on his body, (Head, shoulder, right arm, left arm, etc.)

The group hid in the bushes.

"Damn." Said Lincoln. "Those are the most uninspired tattoos I have ever seen."

"Let's see..." Said Dipper. "How do we get past him? Maybe if we create some sort of catapult..."

Ronnie Anne put her arm around Mabel "Mabel right?"

"Yeah. And why are you wet?"

"Canoe flipped over." Said Ronnie Anne. "Anyway, You're a very pretty girl aren't you?"

Mabel gasped, her smile grew huge. "You really think so?"

"Yeah." Said Ronnie Anne. "Think you could go, you know... Distract that guard for us?"

"I read you loud and clear." Said Mabel.

Then she walked up to the guard.

"Hey mister guard guy!" She yelled.

She had his attention.

"Check this out!" Mabel yelled, then she pressed a button on her sweater. The boom box picture lit up, and started to play music. Mabel then started to dance to the music coming from her sweater.

The guard started to clap his hands.

"Not what I had in mind." Said Ronnie Anne. "But that'll do." The rest of the group hurried inside.

"Hey want me to make you a sweater?" Mabel asked the guard.

"DO I?!?!" Said the guard.

...

Inside the house, Not Peter Dinklage sat on his throne of card boar swords, wearing one of Lola's tiaras as a crown. Luan Loud stood by him, Charles's (The family dog) dog collar around her neck, connecting her to a chain that was bolted to the ground. She had an annoyed expression on her face, and was forced to dress as a medieval clown.

"Fool" Not Peter Dinklage addressed Luan. "Tell us another joke. Make it Game of Thrones related."

Luan sighed. "Why did Daenerys Targaryen cross the sea to Westeroes? To get to the other side."

"Marvelous" Said Not Peter Dinklage.

Luan rolled her eyes.

Mr. Grouse walked in, wearing a medieval dress.

"Here's you drink, your majesty" Mr. Grouse said with great anger as he handed a bottle of fireball whisky to Not Peter Dinklage.

"Why thank you my fair maiden." Said Not Peter Dinklage.

Mr. Grouse rolled his eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?!?" Lincoln yelled, and the whole room went silent.

...

"Oh my gosh, this sweater really brings out your eyes." Said Mabel, having made the guard a sweater. (She always had some spare yarn on her for occasions like this)

"You really think so?" Said the guard.

"Totally!" Said Mabel. "The girls are going to be all over you."

"Yay!" the guard cheered.

"And best of all" Said Mabel, pressing the middle of the guard's sweater, and much like hers, the boom box picture on the guard's sweater lit up and started to play music.

"Wow thanks!" Said the guard. Then they both started to dance for a few moments.

"Well, I gotta go take care of a few things quick." Said Mabel. "Enjoy the sweater! BYE!" Then she ran inside.

...

Not Peter Dinklage stepped off of his throne.

"Well well well." He said. "Mother of Dragons."

"Mother of Dragons?" Said Ronnie Anne and Luna.

"He means me." Said Lincoln. "It's a long, and kind of gross story."

"Lincoln Loud." said Not Peter Dinklage. "The Loud King has returneth, to take back the iron throne."

"If by that you mean take my party back." Said Lincoln. "then yeah."

"Well you should know that I shall not give it up without a fight." Said Not Peter Dinklage.

"Come on Lincoln."Said Ronnie Anne. "I'll just kick this little turd's ass, and get this over with."

"No." Said Lincoln. "I have to do this."

"Good man." Said Not Peter Dinklage. "This will be your right of passage into manhood young Lincoln."

"He became a man when he turned 18, dude." Luna pointed out. "And we know you're not the REAL Peter Dinklage dude. I think the REAL Peter Dinklage would be pretty pissed to see you slandering his name like this."

"He's not the real Peter Dinklage?" Said Liam, sounding disappointed. "Aw dang."

"Alright you found me out." Said Not Peter Dinklage.

"Who are you then?" Asked Ronnie Anne.
"That's for me to know, and you to never find out" Said Not Peter Dinklage.

"So how are we doing this?" Said Lincoln. "Some sort of drinking contest. Or you going to challenge me to a dance off or..."

"Neh good sir." Said Not Peter Dinklage. "We shall settle this the way they do in the land of Westeros." Then he took out two steal swords. "With a duel to the death!" He then tossed a sword to Lincoln

Lincoln caught the handle of the razor sharp sword, and gulped "T-to the death?"

"Oh come now young Lincoln." Said Not Peter Dinklage. "As your lovely sister pointed out. You are a man now. You must realize that everyone dies at some point. I am to understand that this is your 21st birthday. I'm sure that's plenty of years to have lived."

"Where did he get the swords?" Asked Luna.

"But I...I..." Lincoln stammered, looking at the sword in his hands. "There's so many things I haven't done yet." A tear rolled down his cheek. "I... I just got engaged. I can't die, not now."

"All the more reason to defeat me then." Said Not Peter Dinklage.

Lincoln took a deep breath. He ripped off his shirt, and got into a fighting stance, pointing the tip of the sharp sword at Not Peter Dinklage. "Ok... Let's do this."

"Lincoln no!" Said Ronnie Anne. "You can't do this!"

"It... it'll be alright babe." He said.

Lincoln Loud and Not Peter Dinklage circled the room. Eyes trained heavily on each other, swords at the ready.

One of the guests turned the speakers back on and played Eye of the Tiger by Survivor

"Rising up! Out on the street. did my time, took some chances!"

Not Peter Dinklage mad the first strike. Lincoln blocked it.

His heart going at a million miles an hour.

He slashed at Not Peter Dinklage, who then dodged Lincoln's strike, rolled behind him, and slashed his back.

"GAHHH!" Lincoln cried out in pain. The sword had left a huge gash in his back. Crimson red blood oozed down Lincoln's back.

"Hey That's cheating!" Lynn pointed out.

"It's a battle to the death!" Said Not Peter Dinklage. "Anything goes."

"Well if that's how you wanna play it." Lynn said to herself.

Not Peter Dinklage knocked the sword out of Lincoln's hand, and slashed him across the chest.

Lincoln cried in pain, and fell on his back.

Not Peter Dinklage stepped onto Lincoln's chest, and brought the tip of his sword to Lincoln's throat.

"Any last words Lincoln Loud?" Asked Not Peter Dinklage.

Lincoln tried to say something, some heartfelt goodbye to all his family and friends. However the words would not escape his throat. Instead he just closed his eyes and waited for death to take him.

The room watched in silence. Many of the guests were close friend of Lincoln Loud for as long as they could remember, and now they were about to watch their dear friend actually get murdered.

Then suddenly, hope.

"HEY DICKLADGE!" Yelled Lynn, holding the box for Cards Against Humanity, now full of cards.

Not Peter Dinklage turned around.

Lynn then hurled the black box like a foot ball.

The box hit Not Peter Dinklage square in the face, sending him flying backward.

Not Peter Dinklage got up, and looked at some of the cards laying around him.

"My word!" He said. "These cards have written on them, profanity the likes of which I have not seen in quite some time!"

Lincoln got back up, and picked up his sword as the crowd started to chant "Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln!"

And the music played

"It's the, eye of the tiger it's the thrill of the fight, rising up to the challenge of our rivals."

Lincoln and Not Peter continued to duel. Lincoln managed to slash each side of Not Peter's face.

"And he's watching us all with the eye! Of the tiger!"

The two drunken worriers made their way out to the back yard.

One of Lincoln's old classmates, Chandler was standing in the back yard drinking a beer.

"Nice Party Lincoln." Chandler said as the two fighters rushed toward him.

Then Lincoln and Not Peter Dinklage accidently knocked Chandler into the pool, which was now filled with a thick, greenish brown sludge that Not Peter Dinklage had left their earlier that day.

"Sorry Chandler!" Said Lincoln sincerely.

"What..." Chandler started, as he was soaked head to toe in the disgusting goo. "What IS this stuff?"

"You do NOT want to know!" Lincoln and Not Peter Dinklage both said at once. Then they went back to fighting.

Not Peter grabbed a bottle of Fireball Whisk. "How about a little dragon's fire?" He then poured the whisky into his mouth, lit a lighter, and spit whisky into the flames, creating a huge ball of fire.

Lincoln barely got out of the way of the flames "Holy SHIT!" He exclaimed.

Then Lincoln climbed the water spout of his house, and into Lynn and Lucy's room.

Not Peter Dinklage fallowed him.

Not Peter Dinklage climbed into the dark room.

"Where are you Loud?" He yelled. "Come out come out wherever you are."

Then Lincoln jumped out of the shadows, wielding his sword in one hand, and Lynn's baseball bat in the other.

He swung his sword and bat at Not Peter Dinklage, getting in a couple really good blows to Not Peter Dinklage.

"What the?" Said Not Peter Dinklage, spitting out a couple of teeth.

"Anything goes right?" Said Lincoln. "And I have home field advantage."

Not Peter ducked out into the hallway. He looked beside him to see a door open. "What's this." He said as an object caught his eye from Lisa and Lilly's room.

Lincoln walked out into the hallway.

Then a blast of energy shot at Lincoln.

Lincoln narrowly dodged the lazar blast to see Not Peter Dinklage holding a smoking lazar gun. "It would seem that someone in this house is a bit of a scientist." Not Peter Dinklage said.

"That would be my sister Lisa." Lincoln explained.

Then Not Peter continued to shoot lazars at Lincoln.

Lincoln ran back downstairs and Not Peter fallowed, shooting lazars as he went.

One of the lazars hit Lincoln in the side and he fell to the ground.

"Anyone tries to interfere and they get their faces melted off." Not Peter Dinklage proclaimed.

Lincoln rolled over on his back to face Not Peter Dinklage. He slowly got to his feet.

Not Peter Dinklage, with a sword in one hand and lazar gun in the other, shot a lazar that hit Lincoln square in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

The crowd gasped.

Lincoln got back up slowly. His entire body flooded with pain.

Not Peter Dinklage shot another blast at Lincoln from a bit closer.

This time the lazar blast burned through his skin.

Lincoln fell to his knees.

Not Peter Dinklage walked up to him, and pressed the barrel of the ray gun, to Lincoln's forehead.

"I recon the next blast will go straight though you skull, ending your life." Said Not Peter Dinklage.

Lincoln closed his eyes, lifted his arms to his sides, and accepted his fate.

Not Peter Dinklage pulled the trigger.

The gun started to shake and quiver, and sparks flew out of the sides. Not Peter Dinklage backed away shocked and confused the gun still in his hands.

Lincoln let his arms fall down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What..." Not Peter Dinklage said. "What is happening?"

"You know the thing about Lisa's inventions." Lincoln explained. "They tend to explode."

Then the gun in Not Peter Dinklage's hand exploded sending him flying. Not Peter Dinklage SMAKCED against the ceiling. He stuck there for a moment. Then he fell onto his Throne of cardboard swords, crushing it to a million pieces. Then a chunk of the roof fell on him.

Lincoln got up. Picked up his sword, and walked over to Not Peter Dinklage.

Lincoln put his foot on Not Peter Dinklage's chest, and aimed his sword in Not Peter Dinklage's face.

"I win!" Said Lincoln.

"That you do." Said Not Peter Dinklage, his head swimming.

Not Peter Dinklage removed the tiara from his head, and handed it to Lincoln.

"Lincoln Loud." He said. "You have bested me in combat. Take this crown, for you are the true Party King." Lincoln took the tiara, then Not Peter Dinklage passed out, cold.

Lincoln looked at the tiara for a moment, then he placed it on his own head.

He reached down to check Not Peter Dinklage's pulse. He was alive, but unconscious.

Good Lincoln thought. He didn't want to die that night, but he also didn't want to be a murderer. Not Peter Dinklage was going to be out for a long time.

Lincoln raised his sword in the air triumphantly.

"LONG LIVE PARTY KING LINCOLN LOUD!!!!!!!!!" Mabel screamed at the top of her lungs.

The entire crowd cheered.

Lincoln stuck his sword into the ground, and then he went to free Luan.

"Luan are you ok?" Lincoln said tenderly. "Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine." Said Luan, rubbing her neck. "He just made me tell jokes all night."

Lincoln turned to Mr Grouse. "You can take that dress off now Mr Grouse."

"Actually I kind of like it." Said Mr Grouse. "It brings out my eyes."

"ok." Lincoln looked around at his party. "Man." He said. "This was quite the party."

The crowd cheered.

"And it's going all night." Mabel yelled.

"You know." Said Lincoln. "Part of me wants to grant you guys that wish. To let you guys party till the break of dawn."

The crowd cheered again.

"You all seem to be having so much fun." Lincoln went on. "But unfortunately I can't do that for you."

The crowd went silent.

"Truth is." Lincoln confessed. "I never even wanted it to get this big. All I wanted for my 21st birthday, was to hang out with some good friends, have a few laughs. And ask a beautiful girl to marry me." He pointed to Ronnie Anne. "partying is really fun and all, but you need to know when enough is enough. Too much of anything can be bad. I mean look at this place. Look at the neighborhood, it's all destroyed, it'll take forever to clean this mess up. And someone could have gotten seriously hurt." He looked at his own wounds." Actually someone did get seriously hurt."

"Who got hurt?" Came a voice from the crowd.

Lincoln looked in the direction of the voice with a scowl.

"I almost died tonight." Lincoln went on. "And I almost became a murderer."

"But I know you all want to keep partying, and it kills me to have to kick you guys out but..."

Mabel's hand went up. "I have an idea." She said. "Why don't you have the party at my place? The Mystery shack has taken far worse beatings than this."

"Oh..." Said Lincoln. "That's... that's a great idea. Let's move the party to the Mystery Shack!"

"Wait" Said Lori. "Isn't the Mystery Shack halfway across the country?"

"Dang it!" Said Lincoln. "ugh if only Lisa were here, she could whip up some sort of wormhole or something."

"Who's Lisa?" Asked Dipper.

"My younger sister, she's a scientist. She invents that sort of stuff." Lincoln explained.

"Well I can probably build something to get us there." Dipper responded.

"You can?" Said Lincoln.

"Yeah, my great uncle Stanford is an inventor himself, and he taught me everything he knows" Dipper said proudly.

"Ok then great."

...

Lincoln let Dipper have access to Lisa's lab equipment.

Soon Dipper Pines had constructed a device that resembled that big machine from the show Stargate. (you know, the Stargate)

Dipper turned the machine on, and it created a wormhole.

Through the wormhole they could see what looked like a rundown shack, with a sign that read "Mystery Shack" only the "S" had fallen off, so it really read, "Mystery hack"

"Laddies and gentlemen." Said Dipper standing in front of the wormhole. "I would like to welcome you... to Gravity Falls!"

Lincoln then walked up to Mabel.

"Mabel Pines." Said Lincoln. "I like your spirit. You are truly passionate about this party. I feel I can trust you with the responsibility of looking after all of these people, and showing them a good time."

"What are you saying?" Asked Mabel with a confused look.

Lincoln took the tiara from his head, and placed it on Mabel's

"Mabel Pines." He said. "By accepting this crown, you will become, the Party Queen."

Mabel's eyes went wide, and her smile grew large. "I ACCEPT!" She said, then she gave Lincoln a tight hug. "Oh thank you! Thank you! thank you!"

"Ah Mabel" Said Lincoln. "careful, I'm still sore!"

Mabel let him go.

"You and Ronnie Anne should come with us to Gravity Falls!" Mabel suggested with enthusiasm.

"Uh sure." Said Lincoln. "But I'd rather not stay long. I really would like to go to bed soon."

"Come on." Said Mabel. "Dipper and I, have a special birthday/engagement gift for the two of you."

"Uh ok." Said Ronnie Anne.

"YAY!" Said Mabel. "SO EXCTED!" she ran over to the wormhole. "Party at Gravity Falls! And this one's going all night!'

The crowd now started chanting "Mabel! Mabel! Mabel!"

...

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne traveled through the wormhole to Gravity Falls, to join the rest of the party.

"So how long will the wormhole stay open?" Lincoln asked Dipper.

"Oh, as long as you want." Said Dipper.

Soon Dipper's great uncle Stanford (Ford) Pines came up behind him.

"Wow Dipper, I see you've really got a hang of this inventing stuff." Said Ford.

"I have a good teacher." Said Dipper.

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne moved over to the dance floor set up in front of the mystery shack.

Stanford walked up to Chandler who was still covered in yellowish brown goo.

Stanford took Chandler's hand and studied the goo encasing it. "Fascinating." Said Stanford. "What IS the mysterious fluid."

"I don't know man." Said Chandler in a worried voice.

Stanford then took a sample of it. "I must study it immediately."

He handed Chandler a card. "here's my number, call me if you experience any... symptoms."

"W-What kind of symptoms."

"Oh you know." Said Stanford. "Arms turn into tentacles, you grow a second head, stuff like that."

A terrified look struck Chandler's face.

Dipper and Mabel got up on stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" She said "I am Mabel, the party queen, and this is my brother Dipper! And together we are... Love Patrol Alpha!"

"I STILL haven't agreed to that name!" Said Dipper.

"Now." Said Mabel "I would like to direct your attention to a couple of very special guests."

Suddenly pink and purple spotlights shined on Lincoln and Ronnie Anne.

"This lovely young couple. As I'm sure many of you know." Said Mabel. "Are Lincoln Loud and Ronnie Anne San... uh Santia..."

"Ronnie Anne Santiago." Dipper corrected her.

"Right." Said Mabel. "Well it's gonna be Ronnie Anne Loud soon, because these to love birds, just got engaged."

Ronnie Anne, and Lincoln smiled as the crowd gave an applause.

"And we have a very special treat for you two tonight." Said Mabel. "To commemorate your JOURNEY to get to this point."

Then the music started.

Mabel started to sing; "Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere."

Then Dipper joined in. "Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere."

"Oh I get it!" Yelled Luan from the crowd. "Journey, it's don't stop believing by Journey. Ha ha ha ha!"

Lincoln and Ronnie Ann started to dance and twirl together to the tune of Journey's Don't Stop Believing (Sung by the Pines twins)

...

Stanly Pines was awaken by the sound of music. He walked to the front door of his house/gift shop, The Mystery Shack.

He was startled by the sight of the sea of partiers, or as he saw it, a sea of potential customers.

He quickly got his clothes on, and ran out the front door.

"COME ONE! COME ALL!" He yelled. "What wonders will await you inside the Mystery Shack!"

A portion of the large group broke off to see what was inside the strange building known as the Mystery Shack.

"Of course." Said Stanly. "I'm gonna have to charge you extra for it being after hours."

...

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne continued to dance, as the Pines Twins sang their hearts out.

"DON'T STOP BELEIVING!" The twins sang. "HOLD ON TO THAT FEELING!"

As the music died out, Lincoln gave Ronnie Anne a passionate kiss.

"You know." Said Ronnie Anne. "In one night we've conquered a mad king and traveled all the way across the country, in less than a second. I think being married to you, will be one hell of a ride."

"Yeah maybe." Lincoln replied.

...

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne had gone back home a few moments later.

They sat in Lincoln and Leni's room.

Ronnie Anne had finally gotten out of her wet clothes, and had borrowed a t-shirt from one of Lincoln's sisters.

Ronnie Anne was treating the wounds Lincoln had received in his fight against Not Peter Dinklage.

Ronnie Anne's mother was a nurse, so she knew what she as doing.

"You should be alright." Said Ronnie Anne. "Does it hurt?"

"A little." Said Lincoln.

"How did you know that gun wasn't going to shoot?" Ronnie Anne asked, as she wrapped bandages around Lincoln's chest and back.

"I didn't." Said Lincoln. "I seriously thought I was going to die!"

"Well I'm glad you're not dead." Said Ronnie Anne.

"Me too." Said Lincoln.

Then the door slammed open, and Leni stumbled in. She was holding a bottle of wine, she could barely stand, and her eyes were half closed.

"Congraderations you two." Leni Said pointing the bottle at Lincoln and Ronnie Anne, spilling a bit on the floor. "this wers one hellova n-urp-night!" She slurred.

"Yeah it was." Said Ronnie Anne. "Uh are you gonna be alright Leni?"

"Who me?" Leni said, stumbling further into the room. "psh yeah I jus fine, jus fuggin peachy." She gave them a thumbs up, and a drunken smile.

"Did you enjoy the party?" Lincoln asked.

"Well hella yeh, lil bro!" Said Leni. "You are looking at tha champion of Cards for Humanity. Oh no sorry, cards AGAINST humanity. There it is. Man that game is FUCKED up!"

"Oh really?" Said Lincoln, partially laughing at his drunk older sister.

"Yeah" Said Leni. "They... They... everyone else thought I was a fucked up but.... But... ish the cards man. The point is to pick the must, the most degusting stuff, and that's what I didit's not like I wanted to do that with you, you're my brother. Tha would be jus. Ah fuck I lost my train of thought."

Then Leni fell face first onto her bed, and passed out. She let the bottle fall to the ground, spilling its contents all over the carpet.

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne both laughed.

"So what now lame o" Ronnie Anne asked.

Lincoln was starting to feel a little light headed and dizzy himself, and his wounds still stung.

"Well." He said. "I'm feeling pretty sick myself. I'm a little disturbed by the vents of tonight, and I'm in pain."

He then started to lay down in his bed. "I think..." He said. "I think... I think I'm gonna."

Then he lost consciousness.

...

His head was pounding as he woke. The room was spinning, and he felt sick to his stomach. His room was a mess.

What happened last night He thought.

Suddenly he felt something creep up his throat. He grabbed his trash can and puked in it.

"Bllllaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Oh yeah He thought. Then it all came back to him.

He got up, to see Ronnie Anne sleeping in his bed. He smiled.

He heard his sister Leni moaning behind him.

Ronnie Anne woke up, and smiled at Lincoln. "Morning linc." She said warmly

"Morning Ronnie Anne." Lincoln said to his future wife.

"mugh" Leni moaned. "L-Lincoln? Did, did you just throw up?"

"Uh yeah." Said Lincoln

"Oh yeah, that's the last thing you want to do with a hangover." Leni said. "It's gonna feel like you really wanna throw up, but trust me, that will just make it worse. You should drink some water."

"Right yeah." Said Lincoln.

"Hey." Said Ronnie Anne. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

Lincoln looked at the diamond ring on Ronnie Anne's finger. "I remember that." He said pointing to the ring.

Lincoln and Ronnie Anne smiled at each other.

Lincoln took his trash can into the bathroom to wash it off.

He then went back downstairs and drank a big glass of water.

Soon enough his older sisters, as well as Ronnie Anne, and Bobby, all Joined him downstairs.

"Oh man, last night was insane." Said Bobby holding his head.

"Yeah." Said Luan. "Man my head is killing me."

"So we doing this again, for Lucy's 21st" Lincoln asked.

"I wanna say hell no." Said Lori. "But I literally said that after everyone else's 21st birthday."

"Well we should be fine as long as that Game of Thrones guy doesn't show up again." Said Lynn. "Who was that guy anyway? Where did he come from?"

"I don't know." Said Lincoln. "I thought maybe one of you guys invited him."

Everyone in the room shook their heads.

"We literally have never seen that guy before." Said Lori.

"At first I thought he was that actor, Peter Dinklage." Luna said. "But he wasn't."

"So." Said Leni. "He was just some guy pretending to be Peter Dinklage?"

"Maybe he wanted the free booze." Said Ronnie Anne.

"He's creepy, whoever he is." Said Lori.

Luna looked into the living room. "Well we better clean up, before mom and dad get back."

The group walked into the living room to start cleaning the house.

Unfortunately, just as they all started to clean, the door opened.

Mr. and Mrs. loud walked into the house with shocked expression on their faces.

The loud siblings stood in the living room, like a dear in headlights.

"Wow you guys uh." Said Mrs. Loud. "Had quite the party last night"

"You really brought the house down." Said Mr. Loud. "Like you literally brought the house down."

"Are we in trouble?" Asked Lincoln.

"Yeah." Said Mrs. Loud. "you know we expect. All of you to help pay for the damages."

"You know." Said Luna. "I hope the cost from this doesn't interfere with the budget for Lincoln's wedding."

"Wedding?!?!" The Parents both said, with shocked faces.

"Yep" Said Ronnie Anne showing them her ring. "Maybe I should start calling you mom and dad."

The Parents jaws dropped.

"Son?" Said Mr. Loud. "How did you afford that ring."
"Well." Said Lincoln. "Really I just saved up my money I got, from allowances, then from various part time jobs over about I think like 9 or so years, I haven't really kept track of how long."

"Did I hear Lincoln's getting married?" Cried Lola, as she barged in the door. "Oh I bet the wedding's going to be so beautiful!"

"Wow Lincoln." Said Lana following Lola. "Up top bro." She then gave Lincoln a high five.

Lisa came in next. "Wow this place is a disaster." Lisa pushed her glasses up her nose. "Congratulations on the engagement by the way."

"This place reeks of death." Said Lucy. "I like it."

"LINKY!" Lilly ran into the room and hugged Lincoln. "Is it true, are you getting married?"

"Yep." Said Lincoln.

"Hey Lilly" Said Ronnie Anne.

Lilly took Ronnie Anne's hand and looked at her ring. "Pretty." She commented.

Then Mrs. Loud noticed the bandages on Lincoln's chest.

"Oh my gosh, sweetie are you alright?" She said, going over to hug her only son. "What happened? Did you get in an accident? Did someone hurt you?"

"Well..." Lincoln started.

Just then, the pile of rubble in the middle of the room started to tremble.

Everyone screamed as the pile of rubble exploded, and Not Peter Dinklage stepped out.

Not Peter Dinklage looked at everyone in the room, with fire in his eyes. Somehow his pants had ripped off, making him butt naked. And he was holding his sharp metal sword.

Lola, Lana, and Lily screamed and ran away.

"The white walkers cometh!" Not Peter Dinklage screamed swinging his sword around.

"Who the HECK is that?" Said Mr. Loud.

"We don't know dude!" Luna screamed.

"All we know." Said Lincoln. "Is that he is NOT Peter Dinklage!"

Not Peter Dinklage Picked up a bottle of Fireball Whisky, and downed the whole thing in moments.

Then he aimed his sword at the Loud family and charged them. "YYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" He yelled.

The Loud family moved out of the way, and Not Peter Dinklage, tumbled out the door into the front yard.

Not Peter Dinklage looked around the outside world with great confusion. "What is this mysterious realm?"

Not Peter Dinklage walked over to the families beat up minivan.

"What is this strange monster?" Not Peter Dinklage questioned. "HAVE AT THEE FOUL BEAST!" He then stabbed his sword into the front wheel of the van, popping it.

Then Not Peter Dinklage took off running down the street, butt naked, screaming "BRACE YOUSELVES! FOR WINTER IS COMING! WINTER IS COMING! WINTER IS COMING!"

"Well if Winter is coming." Said Mrs. Loud. "Then he really should put some clothes on."

The End.