Hello there, Mike here with a new story. I know that I said that I would focused on Linc vs Lynn, but the latest chapter is already finished and should be dropping soon, I'm just waiting for my beta reader Quadzilla to give it his thumbs up, so I decided to write this short while we wait. This one will only be a oneshot unless you want more so if you like it please follow and review. Hope you enjoy it.

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A cold most terrible it was, the last night of autumn. In this cold and darkness laid a poor little boy inside an old dog house. He was trembling with cold and hunger, silently praying to be allowed back into the house he was thrown out of. This boy was young Lincoln Loud, and because of one little lie he told he was forced to wait winter's grasp outside and alone.

He was bareheaded and with naked feet, only his orange pajama on him. From the windows a gleam of light casted the shadow of a family sharing joy, but for him and only him there was none.

As Old Man Winter slowly but inevitably arrived the light simmered down leaving him alone with the stars. The stars he could see through a hole in the rotten planks that were his roof and keep. The stars that slowly guided him towards morpheus realm.

Alone and cold, what picture of sorrow! Oh my, Oh my, what a poor little thing!

But don't worry lads, this is the part where I come in.

You see my friends, when the moon is on its highest, naked or shrouded, and all the clocks on the neighborhood, may they be on the walls or in a stand, hit 12 o'clock at the precisely same time. A boom echoes across the land and it signals that magic is about to start.

Such was that final autumn night, where a melodic tune lured Lincoln outside. There on the streets was a man dressed in yellow and let me tell you boys, there was nothing normal about this fellow. From top to bottom, he was covered in cloaks that seemed like they were dipped in gold. But the thing that caught Lincoln's eyes the most was that in the stranger's hands rested an instrument that he played like a guitar.

It wasn't a normal guitar, at least as far as Lincoln could tell, because with every stroke of his fingers a new sound resonated across the land. A drum, a clarinet, and a xylophone where next and maybe a guitar, if nature hadn't called his cards. Without knowing, Lincoln had walken outside, he only noticed when he stumbled against that really handsome guy.

"What do we have here?" The stranger asked in a smooth voice. "Don't you know it isn't safe to come so near?"

Lincoln couldn't help but gulp down in fear, but he was confused when the man bursted a cheer.

"I'm just pulling your leg lad" He said as he tipped his hat. "Everyone is allowed to have fun in my kingdom." He pulled him closer as he whispered in Lincoln's ear. "Except Morty cause he is kind of a piss off."

The kind stranger pulled another string, and a kazuu let out its ring.

"Now let me introduce myself, if I'm allowed. I didn't mean to be rude or disrespectful. My name is the Dreamcatcher, and I'm afraid it's god's given, even though there are better names out there, just like Steven."

"Now, it's my job to keep and safeguard every single soul that wanders in my domain and you are not an exception, so perhaps you could bring your name to my attention?"

"M-My name it's Lincoln Loud." The boy managed to stuttered. "And I'm bad luck at least that's why they threw me out for." The man shook his head in disappointment.

"What a shame, what a shame. What a man would do to another. Perhaps would you care to join me in a night like no other?"

The Dreamcatcher extended his hand, yet doubt still lingered in Lincoln's mind.

"Listen boy, this deal is one of a kind and if you accept I will show things that will definitely blow you mind."

As the words left his mouth threads of light emerged from The Dreamcatcher palm and without any command they bend across the sky. When all was set and done, a golden dream catcher made of sand floated in front of Lincoln's face.

"So what do you say Lincoln, do we have a deal? Do you want to sleep outside or do you want to experience an unforgettable night!"

Lincoln simply nodded sealing the deal. The Dreamcatcher took a deep breath and blew a chilling wing towards him. The golden dust hitted his eyes and in less than a blink, the stars came alive.

"W-Wow, it's beautiful." Lincoln managed to say in awe while The Dreamcatcher let out a laugh.

"It is, isn't it? The last time I did this, was to a one eared bloke who was quite bright, last thing I heard was he painted one hell of a starry night. But don't get distracted Lincoln, the night is young and is time we brings some other friends in."

With one swept from his hand the tune of a flute emerged from his guitar. One by one the neighborhoods door's all opened. Childs of every size and ages came out with a grin.

"Follow me boys, and hear my song, for tonight's the night we surrender control!"

They followed him across city, across the streets and the river, into the forest where the city's name was given. In a mirage of dances and songs little Lincoln had strayed far from home. The stars and the wind whispered promises of fun into his ears. He and his new friends singed along the Dreamcatcher's tune, telling stories some real, others not.

They finally arrived to the unknown destination. A plain field with only a bonfire at its the center. The light of the stars slowly climbed down towards the earth as on by one the kids ran to them in hopes of catching at least one between their hands. In the end only Lincoln remained next to yellow clad man.

"Excuse me mister, but I don't understand, what are we doing in this strange land?" Lincoln asked with a bit of fear, he didn't want to offend the man who had brought so much cheer.

"I guess I really never explained, and I don't want you to guess. So listen quickly for there is no time to waste." The Dreamcatcher said. "Something I learned through all the years I've lived is that happiness is not about how much you have, but loving the things you already have, even if there's little and yeah you'll have to fail and even hit rock bottom sometimes to truly see how beautiful this life can be. Lincoln, this is my gift to you."

He signaled the field where the other children were running, playing and dancing around the bonfire. Laughter and scream of joy filled the forest.

"I'm giving you the best night of your life so far, a night were you won't have to worry about anything. You can play, dance, sing with the other boys and girls as long as you want. So the next time you feel the world is trying to crush you or that you are completely alone, just remember this night and all will seem right. This is the gift I'm giving to you, hope, hope for a better tomorrow wrapped in night you'll never forget. Y'all have 'till the first sunray hits the grass beneath your feet before I return you and your friends back home. Use it wisely" The Dreamcatcher winked before heading back into the forest.

Lincoln didn't need to be told twice before he ran towards the field. On its way he came a across a girl with pretty hair locks of reddish gold. Who slightly touched his shoulder with her small hands.

"Tag you're it!" She said laughing with the voice of an angel

Something in her tone made Lincoln's heart flutter. As he chased the girl across the field other kids joined them in the game. At some point Lincoln fell into the mud, his clothes were dirty but that didn't stop him. Without giving it a thought he took all of them off just like the rest of the children had done long before.

But just as promised all must end, as if to signal the end of their fun a parliaments of owls flew above the children. Their eyes widened as the twelves owls turned into a single giant eagle. Its wings spread wide in display of it's might. With a prideful cry the eagle closed them, and let the first rays of the sun touch the grass beneath it.

Lincoln Loud woke alone in a familiar dog house. The light of the sun peeked through the holes of his roof. His clothes were still on, no mud was to be seen, he realized it was all a dream. But what he saw outside brought him an honest smile to his face. Hanging from the door, blocking his way out, was a single dreamcatcher, protecting his dreams. And even if today turned as bad as the last at least there would be a tomorrow with something better perhaps.