A Watery Situation

It's Go Time

Lincoln woke up with a start. He felt shaken, for some reason, but a quick look around him let him know that nothing was wrong. He sighed, properly sitting up on his bed and running his hands through his hair. After Clyde left, the rest of the day became unexplainably boring. He'd eaten his meal and basically stared at dry paint drying some more until his unhappy thoughts made him drift to sleep. He couldn't remember much about his dream, just the figure of some blond girl that called herself Larissa. "Why would I dream about an older sister I don't have?" He wondered. After a few more seconds, he sighed, shrugging his shoulders tiredly. "Doesn't matter. I have to find out how to get Lisa's camera footage today. Then I don't have to worry about anything anymore."

That thought in mind, he hopped to his feet, opening the door a crack. His clock told him it was 7:00 AM, and the emptiness of the hallway told him that nobody was awake yet. Really, everyone in the Loud house knew that the traditional wake-up time on weekends was at about noon, but it was always safe to check in case if the sisters had fallen out of bed (mainly Leni), or their animals had run loose (always Lucy or Launa), or is trying to clean up their messes before the rest of the house woke up (Lisa), or. . .

(Well, you get the point.)

In any case, with everyone still in bed, Lincoln headed out. He learned quickly enough that the rest of the house didn't want to see or be around him while this accusation was still not resolved, and that included letting him wash up. ESPECIALLY letting him wash up, since that's what started this whole mess. So he had to get up before anyone else and handle his business then so he could be out of their way by the time they did start to get ready for the rest of the day. So, quickly, he tiptoed out of his room and into the bathroom, and fifteen minutes later, he snuck back out just as quietly. His heart raced the whole time; it didn't calm down until he was safely in the confinements of his room again. Once his door clicked shut, he sighed, turning around and sliding to the ground.

"If I wasn't in so much trouble," he sighed. "This would probably be a good ninja-spy mission type of game."

"Granny says you didn't do it," a monotone voice suddenly said. Lincoln's eyes snapped open, and he held back a shout as he saw that his younger sister, Lucy, was in the room with him.

"Ah! Lucy!" he whisper shouted. He squinted, trying to see past her hair and into her eyes. "What are you doing in my room? And what do you mean Granny said I didn't 'do it?'"

"I meant exactly what I said, Lincoln," she told him, watching her brother as he stood to his feet. "Granny told me-"

"-Wait, the dead one?" the albino asked.

"They're both dead," Lucy nodded. "But I spoke to the one on Dad's side. Mom's mom is on vacation somewhere, so I won't be able to talk to her for another week. But that's not important. I talked to Granny, and she told me that you didn't touch Lily."

"Well, at least someone believes me," Lincoln sighed. Lucy gave a sigh of her own, smiling faintly and patting her older brother on the shoulder.

"Granny said she saw it with her own eyes. And she's never lied to me before. Since you helped me get out of trouble with that Princess Pony thing a while back I figured this was my way of evening things out with you. Also I hate that you're in here for no reason." Lincoln grinned.

"I'm glad you believe me, Lucy." He frowned. "But, uh, I don't think Mom, Dad, and the rest of the family are going to believe what you're saying."

The younger sister tilted her head. "...Do you want me to cast a spell on them so that they do believe us?" she asked. Lincoln shuddered at the thought.