Lincoln hit the snooze button as his alarm blared. He squinted at the alarm clock. 6:45. He yawned before stepping out of bed and looking around his room.
Technically, it was a closet, but he considered it his "man cave" of sorts. Just months prior, it was filled with model airplanes and robots, with comic books littering the floor. While the overall feel of the room hadn't changed, some of his ideas had. His 'glob man' and 'amazing space' posters had disappeared and made way for less childish ones, one portraying a message of 'immigration without integration' being 'invasion.' Another poster read, 'tired of anti-white propaganda? You're not alone.' Still another, in a new location, read 'it's okay to be white.'
He had friends, and even a 'girlfriend' at one point, of different ethnicities, and he wasn't racist. Yet he couldn't deny the truthfulness of the phrases. He had had a bit of a falling-out with Clyde at first, and the two hadn't spoken in several weeks. Lincoln didn't fully understand this. After all, Lincoln had said, it's not about hating others. It's about loving your own. The way he saw it, asians and blacks had their own cultures and sense of community in their own countries, why couldn't he and his future children have the same?
As he got dressed and combed his hair, having long since remedied that damned cowlick, his family called him downstairs for breakfast. The loud siblings all worried a little bit about their brother; why wouldn't they? He had aligned himself with the Alt-Right of all groups. While it was true that all of the other siblings had found their niches, they couldn't help but vehemently disagree with Lincoln's. They loved him anyway, of course, with his being their brother, but often they wished he hadn't read some of those pamphlets. His personality, thankfully, hadn't changed; he was still getting into trouble every now and again, and was the man with the plan. But every time they stepped into his room, they had to confront that which they hated to speak with him whom they loved. It was tough for all of them, save maybe Lily and Lisa, who were too young or apathetic to really care about his new viewpoints.
Lincoln finished getting ready and walked down the stairs to join the rest of the family for breakfast. If any other day in the Loud House was anything to go by, today was going to be a long day.