"Ahh, Monday's in the Loud House can b..." Lincoln trailed off, staring at the the screen.
"Where's my fourth wall?" He asked, searching his room.
"I coulda sworn I had an episode today?" He muttereds confused.
Lincoln opens his door and sticks his head out, watching his sisters.
"Breaking up!? Bobby?!" Lori shouted at her phone a plethora of emotions evident. Mostly rage.
Leni focused solely on her reflection, and somewhat sad look on her face.
Luna frantically waving her arms around and stomping, mouthing words, while producing no sound.
Luan stumbles out her room, with her hair down and messy, her blanket draped around her shoulders. She sniffles and lazily shifts her dazed gaze around the room.
Lynn hobbels to her room, her face a tight frown. She winces every time her left foot meets the ground. Then her eyes flashed with determination and defiance, and she continues.
A vent gate lies on the floor, as if forgotten in a hurry.
Lola and Lana, huff at each other then walk in opposite direction.
Lisa's and Lily's room door is shut, with a sign reading: 'Keep out! Danger level-Purple.'
Lincoln close his door and jumps on his bed, then thinks out loud.
"My sister are having normal mornings, but normal for us, normally means an episode for the audience... Were we cancelled!? No, calm down. Think. Feel. I think I feel... Them. Weird, they aren't Watching. No, they're Reading. Huh, odd. Okay."
He then clears his throat, and look around, before settling for preparing for school, instead.
"Sorry 'bout that. Wasn't sure where to look." He says stuffing his books in his bag.
"This is relatively new to me, I'm not exactly sure what's going on, but you're here and my sister are having problems. I don't think it will be that big a change."
'I hope not.' He thought, then he froze.
'Y-you can hear/read this?'
He feels the audiences emotions, and realizes, whoever, whatever is Watching him, Reading about him. They aren't surprised, if anything, they're bored.
That's when he feels some... Thing, he shouldn't have.
The Author.
He feels My wariness to continue My story About Him.
He gulps, his throat dry. His eyes tears up, at the thought of (a non-existent) death, because I was lazy.
"P-please?" He pleas. "I-I'll give y-you a story. I like writing."
He feels no change from Me, and falls to his knees.
"P-please? C-can I at least help my sisters first? I always help even when people aren't Watching?" He asks.
Seeking My approval.
He doesn't wait.
He doesn't do anything.
His story stops here.
For now.
[--]
Why?
Honestly, I was bored.