Sorry, I know this isn't an update to any of my other stories, but for some reason the idea just sort of popped into my head. This may end up being a one-shot, but if you want more, I may try to add, but I think this will just be a one shot.

Anyways, here's a one-shot of Lincoln without his first victim.

The night marked the four month point of Lincoln's exile from his own household. In the squirrel suit he lay outside, shivering in an unsettling way, if anyone bothered to notice. The boy had taken it upon himself to end his involvement with any of his friends from school, as he had no intention of going anymore. He had started ditching school by pretending to walk, and than hiding behind flips rest stop for a few hours. Lincoln was nothing now but a fidgeting body in a squirrel suit. However, he refused to just leave, as he didn't want them to think "good riddance" or "finally, he's gone" as his fractured thoughts made him believe. He refused to give them the satisfaction of his departure. His mind had only trace fragments of his sanity left, but they cobbled themselves together into a plan.

He waited till the weekend hit, before launching his plan into effect. The loud family had a busy weekend , as they were all planning to go shopping for new clothes. They had also needed to take all the pets to the vet, and even decided to take all of Lana's pets as well. All that left in the house tas Lincoln, and his final idea. After the family had left in "vanzilla", Lincoln got started on his plan. He went to the garage, and grabbed all of Lola's spare gas cans, as she always had enjoyed driving around the yard, and flaunting her superiority over Lincoln after his banishment. He brought the red canisters of gas into the house, and then went outside to Lisa's backyard bunker. "Some time ago, I had overheard a conversation from Lisa about not being aloud to clone the family. She however was never one for household rules." Lincoln said as he went to the underground hideouts.

As soon as he had gotten inside, he saw a bunch of buttons, including one for "project, grief prevention-Cloning" Lincoln pressed the button, and a secret door opened elsewhere in the bunker. Lincoln went in, and looked for his clone. He saw it at the end of the line, along with a note saying "incomplete, conciseness invalid. On hold, due to lack of genetic makeup". "Perfect" Lincoln thought as he pulled the clone out of the incubation pod. He then took off the squirrel suit, and put it on his doppelgänger, and lays it upstairs near his door. He than takes one of the gas cans into the bunker, spreads the contents inside, and ignites it after leaving. That should make sure she can't continue the reasearch for a while. After planting the body, he went back down and began to spread the gas around the entire bottom floor, and a line out the door. After he finished, he grabbed some matches from the kitchen and went to the phone.

"911, what's your emergency?" A lady on the phone answered. "Someone set fire to my house, I'm trapped inside and I'm running out of air!" Lincoln replied in a panicked voice. "We're sending the fire department to your location as fast as we can, try and hold out!" The lady said as she hung up. Well, times up, the white haired child said as he walked out of the house.

All around the mulberry Bush

Lincoln began to hum a tune as he walked down the porch.

The monkey chased the Weasel.

Lincoln took a match from his pocket, and struck it, lighting a small flame.

The monkey thought ''twas all in fun.

Lincoln dropped the match into a small path of gasoline leading to the house.

Pop goes the weasel

BOOM!!!

The house caught ablaze, and a white haired child ran down the streets. Shortly followed by the sound of sirens rushing to put it out.

As the loud family finished their day, they saw a bunch of fire trucks parked outside their still smoldering home. "What's going on!?!?!" The panicked yelled as they ran to the firemen. "Is this your home by chance?" The fire chief asked, as mr loud quickly nodded. A police officer than cane up to him, asking questions regarding the blaze. The father responded in a panicked tone as he began to tell his information to the officer. Meanwhile the family was scared, as they no longer had a roof over their head, everything they owned was likely destroyed, Lincoln was at home at the time...

"LINCOLN WAS AT HOME!!!" Rita shouted as she ran up to the officer. As soon as the family heard, they turned white with fear. As the officer heard this, he suddenly had a somber tone as he took off his hat.

"I'm sorry" officer began. "But after we subdued the fire, we found the burnt body of a child upstairs. It seems your child has died." The officer spoke as the family just stood in shock and grief. Little did anyone know that the boy had run off, with plans of his own.