Lynn Loud wasn’t necessarily the kind of person that most people at school wanted to be friends with. If you asked any of her classmates, some would say she’s rude, others would say she’s obnoxious. But what would be the most popular answer of all? Far too competitive.

Her fascination with winning or being better than others tends to lead into her every day life outside of sports. It’s been that way ever since she was young, and it’s created many complications, one being the ability the make friends, and another being sleepovers. Every time she’s invited to a sleepover, someone ends up being hospitalized. The last sleepover she had was in middle school. Now she’s in high school. And she was invited to a sleepover by her soccer teammates, you being one of them. But none of you knew what she was like off the field.

As soon as she told her parents, they immediately insisted that the sleepover gets hosted at their house instead, that way if something escalates, Mr and Mrs Loud can easily stop it. And hell, maybe things will be okay. What if she’s matured since her last sleepover?

Wrong.

Everything was going great at first, but right when everyone was about to go to bed, a feather had landed on Lynn’s nose. It was just a simple feather, right? Nothing bad could possibly-

Wrong again.

Lynn had shot up immediately and insisted on a pillow fight. Things escalated, parents were called, and moods were ruined… well, not for long, at least. You had actually stayed instead of leaving. You were just in the backyard because you didn’t want to be involved with what was going on. But the Loud’s didn’t know that. Not yet at least.

After all the girls left, Lynn had found out the whole “Sleepover at the Loud’s” thing was just a set up by her family so she could gain friends. It upset her that they felt the need to do that, so she vented to them about it.

Lynn: “That’s why everyone left.” She said, finishing off her vent. That was when Lucy spoke,

Lucy: “Actually, not everyone.” She said, pointing to a computer monitor, which showed live camera footage of you sitting at a wooden table in the backyard while on your phone.

Lynn’s eyes widened at this, and without a second thought, she made her way downstairs, into the kitchen, and out the back door, and there you were. This made her heart race a little, and she slowly stepped a bit closer,

Lynn: “You’re not scared?”