"You're bad luck, Lincoln! You! Can't! Come!"

Lincoln looks dejectedly to his feet. "Locked out of my room, locked out of the house," the twelve-year-old boy sniffles, the sting of salty tears prickling at his eyes. "We-well, I gu-guess I sh-should move o-on then," he whimpered as he walked down the road.

After a few hours of walking he sees a sign, reading it aloud to himself, "Michigan State Line". The only son of the Loud family, looks behind him, "Family doesn't want me, so is there any reason to turn back?" Lincoln shook his head, "No, I made my choice and they made theirs, you're on your own now Lincoln."

As he firmly planted his foot on the ground, cementing his decision for a better life.

"Has anyone seen Lincoln today?" Lynn Jr. called out to the rest of the family, as she was preparing for her game.

Lola walked by brushing her hair, "Duh, we gave him his breakfast and talked to him, probably with Clyde or something."

Lynn Jr. nodded, "Good, good, I just didn't want him sneaking into my game or something. You know because of his bad luck," she shouted to the rest of the family.

"Of course Junior, this is going to be a great weekend, my presentation went well, you're going to win another game and then we'll all go to the beach to finish it off," Lynn Sr. states while tying his tie.

Rita walks over to the kitchen window opening it and then sticking her head out. She calls out to her son, "Lincoln, we're leaving for your sister's game, we'll be back tonight after we celebrate." Not hearing a response, she shrugs and closes the window.

"Alright everyone in the van," Lori calls out to her sisters, counting heads. "Leni," tapping her on the head as she slides into the van, "Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lin-" before crossing his name off mentally. "Lucy, Lola, Lana and Lily, all present and accounted for."

"Ooh presents, I didn't know we were giving gifts," the fashionista said.

"Not like that dude," Luna groaned as she strummed her guitar. Before it was yanked from her grasp by Lynn, "Hey, come on."

"Knock it off, I need to concentrate," the athlete said as she tossed the guitar in the back with a clang. "Lincoln's not here, but there's still a chance for other things to go wrong."

"Psh, like what, you literally did all your quirk softball rituals," Lori stated before pausing, "Actually literally, you did them all, huh, maybe I'm using that word wrong." Before shrugging and going back to texting her boyfriend.

"Like totes, I mean the other team could have even trained harder or came up with a strategy just to beat Lynn, wouldn't that be unlucky," the ditzy girl added.

Lynn was rocking in her seat nervously, before a voice spoke up to calm her, "Acshually, from my calculations," she nasally said as she pushed up her glasses, "An action like that wouldn't be bashed on luck. To shcope the comp, as the term goes, with Lynn's notoriety it would be almost a shtatistical shertainty the other team would get a leg up by planning around her."

Leaping up to stand on her seat, "Yeah see, statistical certainty, I'm in the clear," the athlete cheered.

"Not what that meansh, but ehh," Lisa offhandedly stated as she went back to writing notes.

Lincoln had been walking all the daylight hours, he had passed numerous city limit signs in his time walking and his stomach as growling fiercely. "Maybe I should stop and get some food," the boy said as he rubbed his stomach. "But I don't have any money." He looked in the window of a diner and saw a few people sitting down for supper.

"Dang, now I'm just making myself hungrier," Lincoln said as he kicked a rock down the road. The boy started to feel sorry for himself when he stumbled over a pothole, "Dang it, stupid feet, stupid ground, stupid twenty-dollar bill," pausing his rant, "Wait twenty-dollar bill. I can get some food with that." Lincoln snatched the paper off the ground and did a small victory dance. Before the feeling of the cold weather hit him.

"But of course, anything good has to have a downside," he grumbled as he noticed the fall tore up his thin pajamas. "No shirt, no shoes," he sighed, "No service. Now what?"

Lincoln walked a little further down the road when he got an odd feeling, "Why does this place seem familiar?" he looked at the building to his right. "Buttz Motel, wait a minute." His eyes widening at the realization. "This is where Luan, and dad, pranked us all." Lincoln reminisced at the fun but terrifying night. "Well isn't that a nice coincidence. Good to go down memory lane once in a while." Before he turned and headed back to the diner, "Hopefully they let me eat anyway."

"Welcome to the Roadkill, Indiana's least radioactive diner," came the grumble of a tired teenage girl. The girl looked over the dirty young preteen and scoffed. "Look we don't."

Lincoln cut her off, "I got money," he said quickly, understanding that he looked like a homeless kid, which when he thought about it, he technically was. He fished out the recently found bill from his pocket. "Just wanted to get some food before I moved on."

The teenager looked the scuffed-up boy over and sighed, "Dammit Belle, you're a sucker for a sad sack," she waved her hand to Lincoln, "Come along, let's get you seated."

"Thank you," Lincoln quietly said as he followed her to the counter.

"Here's the menu, let me know when you're ready to order darlin'." The hostess said to her customer.

"Can I just get a burger, fries and a coke," Lincoln asked.

"Sure, anything else?" She said as she took the menu back.

"Umm," Lincoln shuffled in his seat, "Not really a food thing, but can you tell me about that motel up the road?" He pointed in the direction of the building.

The teenager quirked her head, "Oh Buttz, yeah, I heard it got purchased a bit before April this year, thought it was going to be reopened but I guess the new owners never did nothin' with it." She sashayed away, "Would have really brought a bit more business to the area, on account of truckers needin' to go another couple hours down the way to get some shut eye." She turned to look at the boy who was deep in thought.

Lincoln rubbed his chin, "Bought before April huh," thinking to himself. "I wonder."

"Somethin' on your mind sug," Belle asked.

Lincoln shook himself from his thoughts, before rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry, just a random idea."

Belle went around the counter to get the boy his soda, "So I reckon I should be askin' ya what a boy like you is doin' walking around these here parts." She watched the boy fumbled with his drink, "Look I'm sorry if I'm prying is all, you don't have to tell me nothin' you don't want to."

"No, it's fine, my family and I are having a difference in uh, beliefs, right now," Lincoln half lied. "So, it's been decided that for a while we would take a break from each other."

Belle sized up the kid, "I feel like you ain't tellin' me the whole story."

Lincoln wrung his hands, "I'm not, it's complicated," he said ashamedly.

"Honey, I ain't gonna pry if you don't want to talk about it," she rose her hands up. She watched as the boy sighed in relief, "Let me go and see how them fries are comin' along."

Lincoln slumped in his seat and weighed his options. "Do I go back, it's not even been a day, they won't want me back or even believe me if I do," he muttered the first option. "Or I could see if this is truly the same motel, because if it is, I might have a place to stay for a while."

When Belle returned with his food Lincoln had made a decision. At the very least it wouldn't really inconvenience him if he chose to investigate the motel first. "Thank you," he told the hostess.

"I'm Belle," she introduced herself.

Lincoln stuck out his hand, "Lincoln. It's nice to meet you." The pair chatted for a while, as business was winding down. Even though the bill was a little over ten-dollars, Lincoln left the whole twenty for Belle.

When Lincoln stepped into the cool night air, he shivered. "Better see if that hunch is right," As he quickly walked over to the Buttz Motel. Lincoln did confirm this was the same motel when he found the telltale signs of Luan's carnage. "I wonder though," as he went over to the manager's office. "It's locked, of course." As he looked around the ground for a thin piece of metal. "Not sure where Leni learned it but she's oddly good at burglary," as he imitated what she did to pick a lock for a minute until he heard the familiar click of the tumblers falling into place.

"Now if I was Luan," Lincoln shuddered at the thought. "And if I was faking a business to the degree she would, where would I keep the important documents?" he asked while leaning on a cabinet, before in typical fashion lost his balance and grabbed a drawer to catch himself. Which didn't work but did spill papers all over the place, conveniently the document that showed ownership of the building in the name of L. Loud landed on his face.

"Well that was easy," Lincoln sat up rubbing his head. "So, we really do own this place. How much did dad spend on financing this prank of Luan's?" He shrugged as he put the papers back in the drawer for safe keeping.

"Well I guess since we own the motel, it should be fine if I stayed here for a night." Lincoln concluded as he took the master set of keys off the rack.

Author's Notes: So yes this is sort of a NSL story, but only because the catalyst for the events is that Lincoln does not make an attempt to prove he is bad luck.

So the general idea of the plot is that Lincoln managed to walk in the direction that took him to the motel from Fool's Paradise, which considering that Lynn Sr. bought the land the fake camp, again something I haven't seen anyone mention about how ludicrously expensive something like that must have been, you know for a family that has a tight budget like the Louds.

Now my understanding is that the motel would have also been bought or else it wouldn't make sense how they could get away with destroying it so much.

And Lincoln is going to be 12 in this story as it is based after the second episode that takes place on April 1st, sure the first could have taken place when he was ten and that cartoon characters don't age, but I'm considering that Season 1 he is 11, Season 2 he is 12 and if I take anything from Season 3 he will be 13.

I also decided that I was going to use Thicc QT in this story, using the name Belle. Yes she has a southern accent, sue me I like play on words.