On August 18, Lincoln Loud walked out of the Michigan State Youth Reformatory after six long months. He wore a white tank top and a pair of jeans. He held a backpack stuffed with all his worldly possessions. A guard waited with him. The guard, a fat white cuck named Joe, occasionally glanced at the spidery swastika tattoo on Lincoln's scrawny arm. Lincoln knew he wanted to say something, and Lincoln fucking dared him.
The tattoo was a going away present. Charlie, who did ink, gave it to him for free. "You need a badge out there," Charlie said. He, Lincoln, and a few other memebers of the Aryan Brotherhood were in Lincoln's cell. It was late, after lights out, and the only sounds were the snoring of other inmates and the whirr of industrial fans. Every once in a while, a guard strolled by and pretended not to notice them. His name was Josh, and he was secretly a Nazi too, so he let them do what they wanted.
"It would be an honor," Lincoln said, rolling up the sleeve of his orange jumpsuit. He loved Charlie and the others like they were blood. After all, it was they who had awakened him to the plight of his Race, to the damage being done by liberals, Jews, blacks, feminists, Muslims, and Mexicans. Before them, he went through life like a sheep, now he was a soldier, a warrior, part of the Fourth Reich's vanguard. He had a purpose, a mission.
"So you and this darkie Clyde stole some candy, and he let you take all the blame," Charlie said way back when he first approached Lincoln and asked him why he was in.
"Well," Lincoln started, "it wasn't..."
Charlie just shook his head. "Really sad. What kind of friend does that?"
Lincoln volunteered to take the blame. But once he started thinking about it, it was kind of messed up. Clyde just let him do it. Shows who the real friend in that relationship was.
From there, Lincoln slowly woke to the fact that he was a cuck. His Mexican girlfriend treated him like a punching bag, his black friend wasn't a friend at all, and his every move was governed by a coven of women. He was the very definition of a cuck.
But now, things were different. He was awake.
And he was angry.
"I think that's your family," the guard said.
In the distance, a van appeared on the long dirt road leading to the prison, kicking up dust in its wake.
"Probably," Lincoln said, hefting the bookbag over his shoulder. "That means I'm out."
The van paused as the front gate opened, and then drove into the parking lot, pulling to a stop at the curb. The side door flew open, and Luan stuck her head out. "Lincoln!" she cried happily. Luna and Lynn appeared next to her.
"See ya," Lincoln told the guard. "Cuck."
Lincoln climbed into the van and tossed his bag onto the floor. He hugged each one of his sisters in turned.
"We missed you so much, Lincy," Leni said.
"I missed you guys too," Lincoln said, honestly. Even though they ran over top of him and treated him like a common dish rag, they were still his family.
He plopped into a seat by the window next to Lisa. "What's up, geek?" he said, and gave her a noogie. She shook her head and slapped his arm.
"I'll thank you not to do that."
Lincoln chuckled and did it again. "Love you too, sis."