I am so happy that many has liked this story. And to think it just a spur-of-a-moment idea, heh. I do apologize for kept you guys waiting for the second chapter though. Many things happened, and I'm trying to kept everything together. But you all know that, so without wasting anymore time, enjoy.

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Clyde McBride is happy. Why, well, he woke up, took a warm shower, wearing the exact same clothes he always wore and cycling to his best friend's house; The Loud House, only to met his mother.

"Good morning, Lincoln's mom." He greeted the older woman, politely.

"Oh, good morning, Clyde. You're here to see Lincoln? I'm very sorry, but he already left to school." Rita informed.

"Ooh... okay then. Thanks." The glassed-boy then cycles away from the Loud house in uneasiness.

Why, well, because every day, every single day, he will go to Lincoln's house, and they will walk to school together. Granted, he did using bicycle at the moment, but that's beside the point. His best friend completelt abandoned their morning routine. That spoke trouble for Clyde. He never fond of changes, or unexpectancy.

Luckily, if he pedaling faster, he should catch up to Lincoln. After all, his best friend was not the fittest boy in class. But Clyde was proven wrong, as he pedaled through the entire blocks to school under seven minutes without his best friend in sight...until, he finally found the silver-haired boy talking to a group of pretty girls.

"Dude, what happened?!" The chocolate-skinned boy asked in a panic. "I went to your house, but you weren't there! I checked the neighbourhood, but you were nowhere to be found. Now I see you at school, what happened? did your dad drop you off, or something?"

The boy with platinum-blonde hair glanced at the pretty girls, whom are giggling, before he start adressing his friend with a sneer smile, "First of all, Clyde, take a deep breath of oxygen - you seems completely gassed out. And secondly, I jogged all the way here."

The calming kid then bursted his eyes wide open, "You're running all the way to school wearing jea- wait, what happened to your jeans? In fact, what happened to your clothes?!" Clyde asked, panicking.

"Take it easy, Clyde - just keep breathing." The white-haired boy patted his friend on the back, comforting him. "You good?"

"Y-yeah, I'm o-okay." The dark-skinned boy beginning to calm down. "But, buddy, what exactly happened to your old clothes?" He asked in desperation.

"Well, you knew how last night was the worse day of my life. Well, I started to think that maybe it was because of my poor colour scheme. I mean, orange and blue aren't the prettiest combination in the world, I will admit, so I decided to change my look a bit. What do you think?"

Clyde is far-sighted, which make it hard for him to see things upclose, but he wasn't blind enough to know that he doesn't like Lincoln's new outfit when he saw the gray-ish sleeveless hoodie, that literally showing off his seemingly strong arms as well as biceps and black knee-length cargo shorts that fail to hide his strapping calves.

Well, what do you know, just when Clyde thought Lincoln wasn't the fittest boy in class, he suddenly looked like Lynn. But to be honest though, Lincoln really did looked quite strong and athletic right now.

And he still doesn't like it.

Clyde decided to change the subject, since he doesn't want to upsetting his best friend by judging his poor choice of clothing. After all, rainbow-like is the new, and better black, "Dude, ain't your leg busted the other day? you can't even walk properly last night. What else jog!"

"Can you just calm down, Clyde? what, did it never occured to you that Lisa might have a technology to heal any physical injury, or that Lucy might have whipped a healing potion for me?" Now he just being braggy for having such talented sisters, or siblings at all, for that matter. "But seriously though, did you desperately wanted to see me walking with a cane?"

Now is his turn to start panicking, "Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, absolutely not. Of course I don't want to see you like that anymore. Actually, I was grateful that you are good and healthy right now."

The silver-haired boy smiled, albeit in a cocky manner, "Exactly, Clyde. Now, park your bicycle and chain it up, so it don't get stolen again." The group of girls that were waiting for them starts giggles, and the boy with ten sisters starts smiling. "You can meet up with Rusty, Liam and Zach without me, Clyde. I wanna talk with Girl Jordan, Molly and Cristina a bit longer."

The glassed-boy stared at his best friend in shock. Never, ever in their lives have Lincoln wasting his time, talking with some pretty girls rather than with their friends. This is not the Lincoln he knew and befriended. With a dejected heart, he leads his two-seated bicycle to it's spot.

"I'm telling you, man. Lincoln is ditching on us." A kid with acne problem complaint at a table, the nerd table that consisted of Lincoln, who is not there, Clyde, Liam, Zach and Rusty, which is the one who was complaining about their group leader.

"Come one, man. Lincoln isn't replacing us. He's just having a jolly good time with the girls - just let him be." The most rational person in the group, Liam defending their founder.

"Yeah. This is the first time Lincoln ever had a long conversation with the girls. And probably the last, so just let him have his fun." Zach, the shortest boy in their group, agreed with the farmboy.

"Buddy, I dig that, one hundred percent. But it always Lincoln this, Lincoln that. It's like, Lincoln always got the good stuff in life. When will Rusty got all the attention?"

The two boys just decided to ignore their ginger friend, and tend back to their lunch as they wait for the recess to over. They don't wanna be in a room where they can see Lincoln getting a special treatment by the prettiest girls in school any longer, because despite their words, they hate the lucky bastard as much as Rusty do.

Just looking at the white-haired son of a bitch getting his muscles massaged by the group of popular girls is getting on their nerves. Lincoln, you lucky bastard!

Then, Ronnie Anne Santiago came into the picture with her usual 'You're a dead man' grin, and her fists readied.

A minute earlier on the popular table, the silver-haired antagonist is having a blast, talking about stuff, all boys could only dream of having.

For a good reason, the girls there wanting to touch his muscles, not that he minded.

"Tell me, Lincoln. Why did we never hangout more often before?" A cute girl named Jordan asked him once.

"Well, back then, I used to be a hardcore nerd. Not now though. I've changed, and apparently for the better." He replied with a smug grin as the girls kept admiring his toned muscles. "I've changed my clothes too. You know, to keep up with the trend." He then flexes his biceps, giving definition to the already well-defined muscles.

"I can see that." Girl Jordan blushed at the action, as well as other girls.

"I swear to god, none of the boys in class are as cute as you, Lincoln." A brunette girl named Mollie blushed when she finally heard what she just said, loudly so.

Instead of overreacting like the real Lincoln would, he chuckled at the compliment, "Thanks, Mollie. I think you are cute too." The girl in mention blushed even harder now. "In fact, you all are."

Now it's time for both Girl Jordan and Cristina to blush... until the mood is ruined as the resident tough girl came, grabbing the collar of his hoodie and yanking him to his feet, push him against the wall.

"You got balls coming to school after what you said to me last night, cabrón." The hispanic girl said in disdain as she cocked her arm, ready to sock him in the eye, well, both eyes. But before she could land a solid hit, the white-haired boy overpower her next move and it was her turn to being held against the wall.

The cafeteria stared in disbelieve at the sight of Ronnie Anne, the toughest bully in school being bested, and... kissed?

It was not a joke, the silver-haired Lincoln Loud is literally kissing the living soul out of the most tomboy-ish girl in school... with his tongue involved in the action!

As he let go of her hands, which he has been holding when she tried to break free, the latin-american girl dropped to the not-so-sanitary floor with sweats, and flushing redness appeared on her face.

The dark-tanned girl just received the greatest, mind-blowing french kiss from Lame-O, which is probably the most experienced kisser in the whole wide world. The kiss was too breath-taking, she still having a hard time breathing for air.

Everybody in the cafeteria were so shocked by the sudden turns-of-event, they didn't realized someone is recording the whole scene, trying to put a humiliating video of Larry on internet, only to get a two-minute clip of Larry owning the toughest girl in school with a kiss.

"Chandler!"

The cameramen, also known as Chandler McCann flinched at his name being called by the Loud boy. He had no idea why he's flinching, he just did out of reflex. It totally has nothing to do with Larry's new status, or his seemingly strong new look.

"You recorded all that?" He asked as he approaching the redhead, to which he cowardly backing up to his lackeys.

"I w-won't post it on Youtube. I promise."

"No. You will not post that clip on Youtube." The silver-haired boy smirked. "Instead, I want you to post it on social media."

"Y-you want the video on social media?"

He nodded, "Yeah. I mean, we gotta make the world know that Ronnie Anne Santiago is not a threat anymore." He turned to the panting mess that is Ronnie Anne with a smirk. "And that she is my girl now." Then, he took a photo of her in such state, as a reminder... and proof.

The night before, the counterpart of Lincoln Loud was comforting the crying mess that is the eldest Loud sibling; Lori, after he told her the truth about Ronnie Anne and the humiliation as well bullying that he had to endured at school.

"I'm literally the worst." She sobbed on her palms. "I had no idea that Ronnie Anne is like that - clearly I was too busy over Bobby to notice!" The blonde-haired teenager looked up at her brother in gloomy expression. "I'm sorry, Lincoln. For all the bad things I did, and said to you." The girl apologized. "I know it's meaning is very little, and quite too late, but I'm so sorry, and I promise that I will always be there when you need me... and become a better sister, that you rightfully deserves."

The antagonist smiled, "You don't have to go that far, sis. Just being you is enough - maybe tone down the threat, and the phone, and the whole 'Favor for Ride' thing. But otherwise, you already the best eldest sister a boy could have."

Lori was touched by her brother's word, so much so that she decided to wrapped her longer arms around his smaller body like a teddy bear, "You're literally too kind for me, Linky. You know that, right."

The imposter chuckled, "I know..." He sent a smug smile over the boy in the mirror, to which the boy answering with a glare.

"Now, Lincoln, about Ronnie Anne..."

"Hold it right there, big sis." He stopped her midsentence. "I actually have an idea to handle Ronnie Anne."

"Really?" She asked, suprised. Even though she don't have to be. This is literally her brother she's talking about - he was the man with the plan. "What it is?"

"I'm gonna kiss her."

"... I'm sorry, what's that again?"

"I'm gonna kiss Ronnie Anne, and if she seems interested, I will ask her if she wanna be my girlfriend. Simple."

The teenager stared at her brother with hesitance, before she speak again, "I don't know, Lincoln. The last thing I ever wanted is for you to be anywhere near her again. Asking her to be your girlfriend sounded a lot like Stockholm Syndrome."

"I don't know what that meant, but it can't be bad, right." He smiled.

The eldest Loud giggled at his innocent, "You are way too precious for me, Linky." After a while, she sighed. "Okay, little bro. You have my consent - kiss her, ask her and let her know that she's in for a good, capable, loving man in her life."

The boy sheepishly scratching the back of his head, "... that's the problem, sis." He told her. "I don't know how to kiss."

"... you don't know?" He nodded, and all of then sudden, she feels happy about that. Looking at her brother now, he seems different - manlier, maybe. The thought of her, and her brother... "What did you have planned in mind?" Regardless, she will fight the temptation - no matter what.

"I was thinking, that... maybe, you could teach me how to kiss a girl, properly...?"

The level of cuteness in his small voice, at an angle that makes him much smaller compared to her, and the fact that he looks... hot, is penetrating her moral defenses, and they losing, miserably.

"I could teach you that, but you had to promise me that whatever happen inside your room, will stay between us. Got it?"

The counterpart grinned mischievously at the original Lincoln Loud, as he agreed to Lori's condition, "I promise."

The eldest Loud beginning to have a second-thought, but she did promised him a lesson, "Okay. First lesson, tr-"

As the lesson goes, the real Lincoln that is trapped inside the mirror could only watch in horror and disgust as his counterpart taking advantages of his sister by violating her adolescent body.

"When I gets out, you're done!"

It has been three whole days ever since Lincoln's counterpart had taken over his social life completely.

Starting with changing his status quo by befriends the most popular girls in school to a point he was the Guest of Honor for Girl Jordan's pool party, to owning the toughest girl in school, plus having her as his girlfriend and dominating every subjects at school, including physical education.

Only one of those is actually difficult to achieve, but once he got them all to the palm of his hand, he became even more popular than Chandler and Girl Jordan, combined. Almost everybody at school wanna be his friends. When he aren't around, they will talked about him, that simultaneously make him a target for the bullies at their rival school, Hazeltucky.

But he had proven to them that he is far stronger, and aggressive than all of those dumb jocks combined.

They will never bothered him again.

His friends, well, Clyde and the boys never spoke to him again ever since he started hanging out with the pretty girls. So, that's that.

As for Lori, despite him had already made amendment with Ronnie Anne Santiago, which is Bobby's younger sister, Lori had never text the hispanic teenager anymore. Hell, she didn't even speak his name anymore. When Bobby said they were done, temporarily, Lori decided to change that to permanently, because...

She found a new man.

In a form of him.

One would wonder, how, it quite simple. On the night, Lori teaching him the art of kissing, she was undeniably suprised by how proficient he was with his tongue and talented in pleasuring lady's certain spots. The build-up led her getting intimate with him on that same night.

The rest is history.

Ronnie Anne? She don't have to know.

Anyway, back to the present time, he silently came out of Lisa's and Lily's bedroom as he had just done taking the youngest Loud to sleep. Since the night is still young, he decided to pay a old friend a visit before he join Lori downstairs.

So he walked into the linen closet, and greet the boy in the mirror, "How are you doing, Lincoln?"

Contrary to the counterpart, the real Lincoln didn't look very good. He is panting. His body is covered in sweats, and seemingly a little bit skinny due to not eaten for two days, and both of his shoulders seems dislocated, and his hands are bloodied. Other than those, nothing indicates he was unwell. Not even his angered expression as he talk.

"Why do you care?"

"Lincoln, we had talked about this." He said, matter-of-factly.

"I still can't think of a reason why you should care."

"Mhmm, you should. You had a good life now, thanks to me." He repeated the same things over and over again, which is reminding Lincoln every good changes he has made. "I made your life better."

He had turned his school bully to his girlfriend, which simultaneously stopped her from bullying him... not entirely stopped her, it just reducing the chance of getting bullied from her.

Speaking of bully, the dumb jocks from Hazeltucky won't bother him. Not anymore after he challenged them into a fight, and won, even though it was a one versus many.

He had also befriended the prettiest girls in school, which is Girl Jordan, Mollie and Cristina, which the latter seems to have a crush on him.

On top of that, he had solved Luna's rejection problem. Seems like she just in a bad mood because her love was rejected by one of the straight girl in her band. All he gotta do to fix it is hooked her up with another curious girl in her band, named Sam.

See, he had made his life better.

"You fucked my sister in front of me. How's that suppose to help me!"

Despite the rage, he remain calmed, "Take that as a payment for my service."

"... I will break every single bones in your body for that."

He sighed in exasperation, "Alright then. Tell me, what's your plan of getting out. Punching the mirror, you have done it, how's that worked out for you?" He referred to Lincoln's bloodied fists. "Try finding a secret way out, you've found none." He explained. "The mirror is nothing but empty indestructible room. There's no escape. It's just a prison."

"I will find a way, and when I do, I will throw you back inside... and I will burn the mirror to ashes..."

He stared at Lincoln with an impressed expression, "Jesus... where is all these rage coming from? It's like you're a completely different guy."

"... days in prison do make a man."

The counterpart was silent, "... no, it's not. Violence makes a man." He said with astoic face, before checking his watch. "I probably should get downstairs now. Your family should be back by now."

With that, Lincoln watch as his counterpart leaving the room. Just after he was sure the imposter had gone, he rammed his shoulder against the mirror, simultaneously shaking the wall.

It was rather agressive of him, yes. But that was his plan all along. Knock the mirror down to the floor, breaking the glass, which hopefully allow him to get out.

Truthfully, he don't know whether the plan would work. He might as well killing himself by destroying the so-called gate, but at this rate, he don't care anymore.

Whatever it takes, he will get his life back.

Down the stairs, he was waiting patiently for the rest of the family to come home, but they never does. He doesn't quite worried if they got into a crash, since minority of the family didn't even with mom and dad to Aunt Ruth's.

Luna is off with Sam for a date at a rock concert. Lucy has a club meeting at the cemetery. Lana and Lola are both Bluebell Scouts, so they have camping activity. While Lori and himself are content watching over Lily, which is done.

So now, they are just watching television.

"I'mma go to sleep." Lori said, suddenly. "Can you open the door when they got back?"

He smiled, "Sure."

The older girl smiled, "Thanks, Linky." They then shared a peck on the lips, before she ascending upstairs. "Goodnight~"

"Goodnight, sis." After the blondie leave his line of sight, he leaned against the sofa and sighed contently. "If only my sisters are this flexible." Then, he got a text notification in his smartphone.

It says, Dang it, Vanzilla broke down at aunt Ruths. That was from Lynn.

"Huh... seems like they won't be back until tomorrow, or much later in the night." He then type a message and sent it to her, that says, Bummer.

But instead of getting one reply from Lynn, he got two. One from Lynn, obviously, and one from an unknown caller. But he fully knows who.

The mysterious caller says, Is he dead yet? When will you get back?

After reading it through, he sighed, "It's good while it lasts. But I can't fail the mission just because I sympathize him." He walked to the kitchen, and grabbed a knife. "But maybe I could keep him. Kill him after I'm done killing the rest." He walked into his room, with the knife hidden behind him. "Alright, Lincoln. I had my fun, time to get you ou-"

He never finished his sentence as he felt somebody twisting his wrist, simultaneously making him let go of the knife. He turned around rather quickly after he had escaped off the assailant's grip. And it is Lincoln all along.

"So, you had found a way out." As he talks, he looked around the hall, looking for the knife. Only to realize that Lincoln has it. The silver-haired antagonist then spoken. "What, you want me to believe that you're going to kill me with that? You can't even handle a hammer, let along a knife."

Lincoln narrowed his eyes, and storming at his direction, with him did the exact same. With an epic clash, they rammed into each other, with both parties wanted to gain an upper-hand over the other. If one think carefully, the antagonist is much stronger, more athletic, while Lincoln is not. But to those who has known him for years, should known that Lincoln aren't stupid enough to challenge a superior man in a fist-knife fight without some sort of ace in a hole...

A trap!

Even though, his counterpart has the strength, his footing is off and allows Lincoln to bulldoze him into his bedroom, where the trap awaits... in a form of the mirror, where they both fell into.

Once inside, the antagonist looked around his surrounding and chuckle, "You're a fool." With a speed, rivals a puma, he hurried to the nearest wall and elbowed it strong enough to create a large opening. He quickly grabbed anything inside, and aiming it straight at Lincoln, who is shocked, suprised and angered by it.

"Really, a revolver... inside the indestructible wall?"

He chuckled grimly, "That's why you're a fool." He placed his finger on the trigger. "You had just brought a knife in a gunfight." He directed the upcoming shot at Lincoln's forehead. "But before I kill you, I wanna let you know, that your sisters are going to be alright." Lincoln's intense glare softened. "They will miss you, they will grieve for you. But everything's gonna be alright for everybody." With those words, Lincoln had became slightly acceptance to his fate. "... well, everybody but Leni."

His eyes bursting open, and quickly rushed forward in a fit of rage. He was starting to believe in him, everything he told him. But then he said something about Leni, and no one could hurt her if he can do anything to prevent it. Even if it means being shot two times at his chest. But he don't care, because adrenaline is pumping his racing heart, bestowed him with strength and invulnerability he surely needed to save people that he loved.

"Argh!" Came the battle cry as he cut the antagonist's fingers, making him dropped the gun as his reflex making him tending to his wound. Then, Lincoln rammed straight at his stomach, and bulldozed the antagonist across the room. With a strong push, he rammed the counterpart against the so-called indestructible wall, knocking the air out of him.

Lincoln then deliver a torrent of quick punches to his face and chest, but all seems in vain as he managed to block the attacks with his arm and appear unharmed. That's where his leg came in. Aggresively, Lincoln knee-kicked his chest, simultaneously, he dragged his hand to his chest to guard it from being attacked a second time. But lightnight didn't strike the same place a second times. Instead, Lincoln knee-kicked his stomach, causing him to emptied his dinner, and let his guard down.

Which is where the knife gonna play a role. With one smooth motion, Lincoln drives the knife deep between his breastbones. With that last attack, the antagonist stopped fighting, nor moving a muscle. But despite all the things he had done, such as stolen his life, Lincoln still pay him respects by adjusting his stance, so that he is leaned against the wall.

"G... good... fight...!" He grinned weakly, as he held on to his bloodied chest. "So... w-what n... now? You gonna... kill me?"

Lincoln, pressed his palms against the gunshot wounds, as blood kept pouring out, glared at his counterpart, "No... I'm not gonna kill you." He turned around, and climbed out of the mirror, to which he redirected his glare to. "I will destroy this mirror! And then I'm going to continue with my life as normal. As if nothing ever happens." He understands now. "You are here for a reason, right? Yeah, you are. You are here to teach me that I should never run away from my problems." He spoken seriously. "So I won't, never again."

The silver-haired antagonist chuckled grimly, "It's wrong. I'm here... just to kill you, so I can live."

Lincoln nodded, "Yeah? If you really wanna live, then I advice you to leave the knife. Right now, it has punctured your aorta and if you pull it out, you're just going to bleed to death." He picked up the mirror from the floor, and bring it pass downstairs to the backyard, where he starts set it on fire... before collapsing.

He took two bullets to the chest! It's a miracle he even managed to get that far.

Sadly, he was a just mortal.

Inside the mirror, the antagonist grimly smiling, "Good knowing you, Lincoln." As the mirror becoming ashes, his vision fades away.

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It's done! Just one more chapter, and this story is done. I'm not meaning it in a bad way, it just, this story is not meant for continuation. It just an idea that comes to my mind after re-watching a singer in AGT. Not much layers or thoughts been put into the making of this story. With that being said, I do hope this chapter satisfy you all. The last act is tough to write, but I don't think it's going to get any better than it is without a lot of reworking that I certainly sure I don't have it in me.

To make matter worse, I didn't have the same amount of time to enjoy my hobby as I have in the past. I will try to come out with a better fanfiction though.

On the other note, if this story enthral you, please leave a comment.