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- >Monday.
- >Within the first hours of morning, the sister chart drops from "Stampeding T. rex" to "sunny day."
- >Now that arms have been laid down, the family can begin rebuilding.
- >It's taken almost a week, but the Loud House has finally calmed down.
- >But things are...different now.
- >The younger siblings immediately notice a change in their brother.
- >Lincoln comes home from hanging out, and coming upstairs he hears the twins having a shouting match.
- >He feels he should step in, before they get physical.
- >It takes him a minute to force himself to walk past their room, closing his door so he could study.
- >After Lola and Lana tire themselves out, they go to their sides of the room, licking their wounds.
- >Wondering why Lincoln didn't come break them up before they got violent.
- >A few days later, Lynn knocks on his door in the evening, asking for a bed to share after a bad fight with Lucy.
- >"You wouldn't send me to sleep in the tub, would you?" she pleads, putting on her puppy pout.
- >In the morning, Luna starts up the shower for the day, almost having a heart attack when Lynn screams at the sudden wet.
- >Friday night, Lori waits eagerly on her bed for the fateful knock.
- >Excited to have some quality time cuddling up to her little brother while tutoring him on fractions.
- >She waits.
- >And waits.
- >And when the clock strikes eleven, and with Leni complaining about the light in her eyes, Lori decides to go to bed.
- >In the morning, Lori tries to ask him about his homework, wondering if he'll need help later on.
- >"It's already done," he says coldly, flashing his completed assignments before kicking her out of his room.
- >"Knock next time."
- >The door slams before she can reply.
- >She doesn't bother walking back in.
- >Luan and Lucy's worried claims about him wedging his chair under the knob tells her it's a futile gesture.
- >Lori spends the rest of the day mildly confused over her brother's attitude.
- >With a nagging, dull ache, deep in her heart.
- >Something's wrong.
- >She can feel it.
- >A week later, a sleepy morning in the House of Loud is ruined when one of Lisa's experiments violently explodes.
- >As the young scientist lays on the floor, tearfully clutching a nasty scrape on her arm, she hears Lincoln's door open.
- >She looks up, through cracked lenses as a familiar orange blur steps into her room.
- >"Are you alive."
- >Lisa opens her mouth to assure her dimwitted homo sapien brother that she continues to respirate.
- >But something keeps her from saying anything.
- >Normally, Lincoln would have rushed in.
- >Tended to her wounds despite her protests.
- >Shepherding her into his domicile, based in part on some tribalist instinct to escort her to sanctuary.
- >But there was something about the tone...
- >The fact he doesn't approach further...
- >He doesn't even try to kiss her booboos.
- >It actually scares her.
- >Closing her mouth, the little girl just nods, bells still ringing in her ears.
- >With a grunt, Lincoln turns around, disappears from her room, and closes his door.
- >Leni's frantic scream rings through the house.
- >With a groan, Lincoln pauses his show, and enters the kitchen.
- >A large spider scuttles across the linoleum, ignorant of the giant panicking in it's miniscule presence.
- >Lincoln looks at the little bug skittering around, then more incredulously at his sister.
- >She stands there, pinned to the wall, eyes tracking the object of her terror.
- >Normally, Lincoln would take a glass and capture the spider.
- >Try and explain to Leni how good they are for the house, and the world outside, before releasing it into the backyard.
- >A grim look creases his face as he enters, approaching the harmless little arachnid.
- >Leni flinches when his foot slams down on the offending creature, grinding his heel to ensure it's demise.
- >Without a word, he turns around and walks back out.
- >But not before shooting her a disdainful glare.
- >Lincoln would have tried to talk to his sister about her problem, to help her grow out of her fear.
- >But that would be meddling.
- >And Lincoln made a promise.
- >Blinking away her tears , Leni approaches the little smear on the floor.
- >Only a leg or two remain to betray the identity of the new stain on the tile.
- >Despite her fear, the older sister feels a hint of guilt tugging at her heart.
- >It wasn't hurting her.
- >It was just walking across the floor.
- >But her screaming made Lincoln angry.
- >Leni's eyebrows purse at the sudden, confusing thought.
- >She made him...?
- >She focuses on the dead spider again.
- >Lincoln...Lincoln was angry when he came in.
- >He didn't try to capture it.
- >Or release it.
- >Or even talk to her.
- >He just...came in, killed it. then left.
- >She looks over to the door.
- >The sound of the TV can be heard from the living room.
- >She looks back down at the remains of the little bug.
- >Leni sniffles, surprised at the sudden pang of guilt.
- >She's been hearing stories lately, from the others.
- >About him.
- >Refusing invitations to events, just to spend time to himself.
- >Locking himself in his room whenever the house gets too noisy, or someone bothers him too much.
- >How he just doesn't seem to care about them anymore.
- >She doesn't...
- >She snifs again, wiping away a stray tear as the uncomfortable thoughts make her more upset.
- >She can't remember the last time Lincoln tried to play peacekeeper.
- >Or smile.
- >Not since that Stampeding T. rex incident, over a month ago.
- >Lola and Lana barely speak to each other anymore.
- >Lucy's become even more depressing.
- >She hasn't written in weeks.
- >Quietly mumbling an apology to the fallen bug, Leni leaves the kitchen for her room, the half-made smoothie now forgotten.
- >She lays down on her bed, sniffling quietly while these horrible thoughts come to a conclusion.
- >A single, simple, sinister question.
- >What's happened to him?
- >Lincoln's mood continues to spiral out of control.
- >Before, it would at least take until he's riding home, with the rest of the family, for his attitude to sour.
- >Now he wakes up already morose, more often than not.
- >Every day is a fight for him.
- >An uphill slog in a family of thirteen.
- >Every day, he has to hold himself back.
- >Watch his sisters struggle to resolve petty, fickle issues.
- >Arguments and fights that could easily be resolved if they would just heed his advice.
- >If they would just listen to him.
- >But he refuses to step in now.
- >To interfere.
- >He leaves his bedroom, quickly passing by the twin's before they could cry for him.
- >It breaks his heart, shunning his own family like this.
- >Lincoln feels the burn in his chest.
- >The acrid bile welling in the back of his throat.
- >He can taste the shame.
- >The guilt.
- >The self-loathing.
- >But he swallows that down, burying that shame and guilt and hatred, along with many other things, as he enters the kitchen.
- >Opening the fridge to grab some milk for his cereal, his eyes wander to the open door.
- >To the eggs.
- >He thinks back, to the last time he made his family breakfast.
- >Luan complained about her eggs, and Luna butted in, telling her to enjoy what she gets.
- >The resulting fight and noise and mess made Lincoln miss school for two days.
- >He hasn't made breakfast for anyone since.
- >Shaking his head, Lincoln closes the fridge.
- >Quickly pouring the milk into his bowl, he leaves the jug out for the next person.
- >Every time he tries to help his sisters, to be a shoulder to lean on when they're down, to be a good brother to them, only for them to take him for granted.
- >They waste his time, complaining about the others, about their problems.
- >Not once do they ask him about his day.
- >Or what's bothering him.
- >Lincoln continues to stew on the couch, focusing on his show as the rest of the house sleeps.
- >Luan's the first one up, her bunny slippers squeaking cutely with each step down the stairs.
- >She catches a glimpse of her brother in the living room.
- >She's given up on trying to get a rise out of him.
- >For weeks, she tested her best material on Lincoln.
- >No chuckle, no smile, nothing.
- >Notn even a snort.
- >She hasn't heard him laugh in so long.
- >Looking away, she goes into the kitchen to make some toast.
- >She eats half of a slice before giving up.
- >It's been almost two weeks since Lincoln made breakfast.
- >By now she's gotten used to skipping the most important meal of the deal.
- >She's gone when Lincoln finishes, rolling his eyes at the half-eaten bread sitting on the counter.
- >Placing his bowl in the sink, he goes back upstairs, ignoring the muffled crying and hushed whispers from the room nearest the bathroom.
- >He doesn't even react to Lana weakly calling to him.
- >He hates how easy it's gotten.
- >Closing his door, Lincoln starts to change into his day clothes.
- >Zipping his jeans, he sits down, counting the minutes for the rest of the family to begin their day.
- >At first he relished in the drop in noise.
- >But now he hates the quiet.
- >Without something to distract him, to fill his head.
- >He quickly finds himself alone with his thoughts.
- >For the first time in a week, Lincoln looks himself in the small mirror.
- >Ever since he told his sisters he'll stop stepping, he's grown miserable.
- >Every day, hearing his sisters suffer and chafe against each other just adds another dagger to his tired heart.
- >Every morning, he could swear the shadows under his eyes have grown.
- >As he inspects his reflection, his thoughts turn dark.
- >He could stop this.
- >At any moment, the instant he comes through that door with a smile on his face, wanting to talk and play and mingle with his family, this Hell would be over.
- >This is beyond pride now, and he knows it.
- >His sisters would accept him with open arms.
- >His parents would stop trying to talk him into seeing a therapist.
- >Lincoln almost doesn't notice the pain in his hand.
- >He hates this.
- >Forcing himself to pry his nails out of his palm, he shakily drapes the pillow case over the mirror.
- >He shouldn't have looked.
- >This always happens.
- >He sits back down on his bed.
- >Lincoln can faintly hear Lily, crying in her room.
- >The ichor returns in his throat, staining his taste with bitter iron.
- >But he ignores it, like everything else now.
- >And he hates it.
- >He looks down at his palms.
- >He can see where his nails have dug in.
- >His head feels heavy.
- >Slowly, he lowers his head to his hands.
- >When his eyes prass into his palms, he starts to cry.
- >He hates himself.
- >And as he weeps quietly in his room, the dark thoughts fade, sinking into a cold, frozen bog.
- >All but one.
- >One mocking sentence, four words long.
- >Cruelly reminding him of his plight.
- >Of the Hell he's put himself and his family in.
- >"He learned his lesson."
- >It's past ten when Lincoln opens his door.
- >Just in time for the explosion to throw out of her room.
- >Lincoln watches her briefly, staring down as his sister whimpers quietly, curling into a ball to protect her singed limbs.
- >Then he steps closer.
- >And closer.
- >And closer again.
- >Until Lisa cries out in both pain and surprise when her brother scoops her up, quickly carrying her to the bathroom to apply first aid.
- >He wastes no time tending to her injuries.
- >Every shard of glass under her skin, removed and sealed shut with a kiss.
- >Every band-aid stretched across her face and chest, her shoulders and arms, bound with the arcane mark of a peck.
- >Every inch the wrapping cover her burns, a single smeck strengthens their bonds.
- >Lisa protests the entire time, fussing about infection and superstition and other such rationalities.
- >She is forced to eat her words when she admits afterward that her injuries haven't hurt since Lincoln treated her.
- >After a quick wash in the sink to get the last of the ammonium chloride out of her hair, he hugs his sister before guiding her back to her room.
- >He beelines for Lily while Lisa starts cleaning her mess.
- >Picking up the sobbing child, the brother wastes no time lifting her spirits.
- >Changing her diaper, playing a little game with her, reading a story.
- >In no time, Lily's a giggling mass of sunshine, squealing happily each time Lincoln tosses her into the air.
- >She tires out quickly, though, so Lincoln places her back in her crib for a nap.
- >Giving her her blankie, he gives his baby sister a kiss in the forehead before leaving the room.
- >And going straight to the twins.
- >He first separates them, placing Lana in his room to wait while he has a heart to heart with Lola.
- >Listening to her let it all out, with hugs and tears the entire time.
- >Twenty minutes later, she's calm enough to listen to him give her advice.
- >She listens intently, the sage words of her older brother practically gospel to her ears.
- >Then, with one last hug, Lincoln goes to his room, to repeat the process with Lana.
- >It's noon when the door opens.
- >A crowd has gathered outside.
- >Th older sisters watch, with varying levels of shock and awe, as Lola and Lana talk to each other for the first time in over a month, apologizing for all the fighting.
- >And then a hug.
- >And an invitation to the family to attend a string of much-missed tea parties in the coming days.
- >The rest of the week goes by slowly.
- >Lincoln makes his way through his siblings, using his experience to work his magic.
- >Lucy spent the last month in a chair, staring out the window.
- >An hour after spending time with Lincoln, she's moving again.
- >A couple hours after that, she starts talking again.
- >She hogs the entire day with him to herself, gushing about every last thing on her mind in the past month, scrawling down entire sonnets as Lincoln fixes her spelling.
- >Lincoln works as her editor, though he mostly spends his time fixing her spelling.
- >Lynn tries to keep her distance, fearing that he'll burn out too fast when her time comes.
- >All it takes for her to open up and fall back into routine was a game of catch.
- >Now she's returned to forme, with a lot of exercise to catch up on.
- >Luan and Luna turned to each other for support after Lincoln went into hiding.
- >They've fallen into a rut, barely producing any new content in their muse's absence.
- >But now that he's back, there's not enough paper in the house to cover a third of the lyrics, jokes, music and prank plans.
- >One day, Lincoln finds some free time to himself.
- >A quiet moment or two he relishes, relaxing on the couch, with a documentary about crossbows giving him white noise.
- >Then he hears the panicked shrieking, and with a sigh, he's back to work.
- >Leni's easy to find, pressed tight against the kitchen wall, staring wide-eyed at the centipede as it skitters along the linoleum.
- >But the minute he enters the room, Leni switches gears.
- >Instead of being stunned in terror, she tries to talk to him.
- >Sputtering pleas not to kill the little bug.
- >Begging for mercy.
- >She closes her eyes when he approaches the little centipede, waiting for the coming stomps.
- >The soft clack of glass confuses her more than anything.
- >Lincoln gently calling her forward, to look at the glass on the counter, even moreso.
- >As Leni obeys, slowly stepping closer, Lincoln explains what the little bug was, and why it's important for the house to sometimes have them.
- >She even ignores the revulsion rolling through her to take the glass outside, releasing the centipede into the backyard.
- >Everything goes well, for the most part.
- >The cacophony of life in the House of Loud has all but returned.
- >The spark has returned to nine siblings.
- >Lori, however, has spent most of the week out of the house.
- >She claims it's to be close to Bobby.
- >Everyone else knows she's scared to confront Lincoln.
- >It's almost midnight on Friday, when Lori comes home.
- >Bobby kicked her out.
- >He works in the morning.
- >He definitely won't be waking up to any of the usual slew of good morning texts and selfies.
- >Stomping up the stairs, Lori doesn't care if she wakes anyone up.
- >throwing open her door, she doesn't bother with her makeup as she changes for bed.
- >Despite her anger, she sends a few good morning texts to greet Bobby at work.
- >Alright, a few dozen.
- >The girl's in love.
- >Placing her phone in it's dock, Lori throws back her sheets and casually gives her mattress the People's Elbow.
- >She nearly has a heart attack when her bed starts screaming.
- >A few thousand apologies later, with a fair share of hugs and kisses in between, Lori kicks Lincoln out of her room just as she steps on a piece of paper.
- >Picking it up, she grabs her phone, using the screen to look at the sheet.
- >Math homework.
- >Half-finished, crappilly-written fractions.
- >Lincoln almost gets whiplash when she yanks him back into her room.
- >He spends half the night cocooned in his big sister's sheets and arms, squeaking with every squeeze as he asks for help with the odd problem.
- >The rest of night is also spent in his sister's embrace, but they're both out cold.
- >The others wisely decide to let them spend the morning together.
- >The rest of the week passes by dizzyingly fast , to say the least.
- >Everyone move frantically to make up for lost time.
- >The twins host three tea parties a day, with a fourth one restricted to themselves.
- >Lucy's gone through a four-foot pile of notebooks, while Lincoln and Luna pour over the other six feet of paper.
- >Lynn applies for every single sports team and activity that catches her attention.
- >Luan works triple time on her party business, paying Lincoln fully half of the pay every time he chips in on the backlog.
- >Luna just spends her time sitting around, strumming quiet little tunes whenever Lincooln needed a few minutes to himself.
- >Leni has grown a deeper appreciation for spiders and other bugs, but aside from needing help now and again, gleefully trades smoothie ideas with her brother.
- >Lori decides to take a break from dating for a few days, focusing solely on spending time with her baby brother.
- >Chaos has returned to the House of Loud.
- >But everyone's happy again.
- >So happy, mom and dad have stopped talking to Lincoln about seeing a doctor.
- >Finally, Sunday night.
- >Lincoln walks out of Lisa's room, having tucked Lily into her crib.
- >He makes his final rounds upstairs, saying his good nights to his sisters, one by one.
- >He has to tickle Lori for almost a full minute before she'd let him go.
- >Until at least, with a quiet sigh, Lincoln closes his door.
- >Changing into his jammies, Lincoln pauses to look at his reflection.
- >He can't help but stare at the young boy looking back.
- >Studying his features.
- >Noting the shine in his hair.
- >The gleam of his tooth.
- >Lincoln closes his eyes.
- >Takes a deep, slow, shuddering breath.
- >And opens them again.
- >Taking off the mask in the meantime.
- >In an instant, the cheerful, spunky eleven-year old his sisters adore and love is gone.
- >Now, Lincoln stares emptily at the now-equally blank reflection in the mirror.
- >The bright orange of his jammies, the clean glossy shine of his hair, the warm, happy glows of a good day.
- >All gone.
- >His pyjamas are dull and muted.
- >His hair looks ragged and off-white, like oily concrete.
- >The light is gone, replaced by a murky, muted mire.
- >He locks eyes with his doppelganger.
- >Staring deeply into those sunken orbs.
- >There's no light.
- >There's nothing.
- >"I hate you," Lincoln whispers, throwing his dirty shirt over the reflective glass.
- >Sitting down, Lincoln rocks on his bed.
- >Struggling to swallow the bile.
- >Trying to bury the voices in his head.
- >The shame.
- >The anger.
- >The self-loathing.
- >One by one, each candlelight of emotion is snuffed out, shoved face-first into that cold, dank mire.
- >Until, finally, one thought remains.
- >That one awful thought, that horrible, awful lie that dragged him through Hell.
- >Four words, just as mocking as before.
- >"He's learned his lesson."
- >But now, as Lincoln quietly sobs in his bed, unable to even muster the strength to crawl into the covers, another thought whispers through his head.
- >Another four words.
- >Not mocking, but worse.
- >So much worse.
- >It's tired, resigned.
- >Defeated.
- >They sigh out, softly in his skull, as he cries himself to sleep.
- >"But he has failed."
- The Devil, You + Me
- ~Fin~
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