I deleted "Dethroning Closer" because The Chainsmokers aren't #1 anymore, so the joke stopped being funny. Instead, here's the original Fanfiction I've meant to post.
It has been a few weeks since Lincoln had dreamt that nightmare about having ten brothers and everything was back to normal or the Loud standards of normal. It was early morning at the weekend, and as usual, each of the multiple family members was doing their own thing. For Lynn, it started with frustration and annoyance.
"Ugghh," the sporty teen groaned to herself, as she was rummaging through the laundry in the basement, "Where are they?"
The basement door opened, and a cautious Lincoln walked in, carrying a heap of his own dirty clothes. He smiled and noticed his athletic sister rummaging through the laundry.
"Hey Lynn, whatcha looking for?" the white-haired boy asked, about to dump his clothes in the washing machine, before Lynn stopped him.
"My lucky socks," Lynn responded with frustration, as she dug deeper towards the dirty laundry, getting the discarded clothes on the floor. Lincoln noticed this and picked up the clothes she threw on the ground.
"Well at least try to do it without getting them dirtier," Lincoln said, placing the items in a nearby washing basket.
"Here's the thing. Lucy grabbed my laundry and put my own clothes on top of hers," Lynn complained, before finally finding the dirty grey socks that she had been looking for, "At least I found these beauties!"
Lynn picked up the rotten socks, and put them in her pocket.
"But you're seriously going to still wear that?" Lincoln questioned with disgust in his face.
"Yeah," Lynn answered, "Why do you care?"
"Because it's gross?"
Lynn patted Lincoln on the back, "For a brother, you sure are a bit girly," she confessed, much to Lincoln's disapproving look, "Seriously, you're probably one of the last people I know that would tell me how long I should wear something."
"Tell me how I am girly," Lincoln crossed his arms.
Lynn smirked, "For starters, you hardly play any sports unless I get involved in it. In fact, you're the only one who I can play sports with since every other of our sisters are too concerned with fashion or shopping or poetry or..."
"I get your point and... well... I'm not exactly the most athletic type," Lincoln confessed, "But that's just one reason. Name some more then!"
"Okay, you asked for it," Lynn said proudly to a nervous Lincoln. For the next few minutes, Lynn started listing off reason after reason, while also helping Lincoln put the dirty laundry that she pulled out for her socks. Before her list of 'Why Lincoln Loud was a girl' went into double digits, he conceded.
"Fine, you win!" Lincoln threw his hands up in retaliation, "But just because I'm the only brother, it doesn't mean I have to show my manliness all the time," Lincoln responded, finishing dumping his laundry in the machine. Lynn raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I am a bit on the girly side," Lincoln admitted, "But what do you expect when you're surrounded by ten sisters?"
"I didn't say it like it was a bad thing," Lynn tried to reassure, "It's great to have a younger brother that's feminine."
"Gee thanks, Lynn,"
Lynn laughed, "Sorry bro,"
Responding, Lincoln let out a quiet but noticeable growl.
Lynn's face went a little serious, "To be honest, I sometimes envy you," she admitted, slowly walking up the stairs with his brother, "You're the only brother out of all of us, and you got it easy because of it."
"Actually, that's not th-"
Lynn interrupted him, "And imagine if you lived with ten brothers instead."
"Okay, first off, it's not easy at all being the only boy and secondly, I used to wish that I had ten brothers, but after having a nightmare about it, I got over it quick."
"Yeah, I forgot you told me about that," Lynn scratched her head, suddenly remembering the confession a few weeks prior, much to her brother's annoyance.
"And I remember you being mad about it for an entire week," Lincoln grimaced, thinking back to that time.
They eventually reached the basement door that leads to the first floor.
"But you got my thinking afterwards. What if I was the only sister with ten brothers?" Lynn said, hypothetically giving her thoughts to his brother, and Lisa, who was walking past the two.
"Oh, this topic again..." Lisa mumbled, rolling her eyes before heading to the kitchen. Once Lisa was gone, Lincoln continued.
"I really wouldn't want to know," Lincoln admitted. He checked the time on a nearby clock on the wall, "Besides Lynn, don't you have soccer practice?"
"Oh crud, I completely forgot!" Lynn gasped, quickly running up the stairs to grab her soccer gear, and running down the stairs, "I'll catch you later Lincoln!" Lynn waved at him, dashing past the front door.
Lincoln closed the door with a shrug and walked upstairs to read his comics and play on his handheld gaming console in his room.
That night, Lynn woke up to the sound of two voices arguing with each other. Lynn tried to get back to sleep, but after turning for a few seconds, trying to block out the noise, Lynn grumbled in frustration and got up from her bed to see what the commotion is all about.
She unlocked and opened the door that led to the hallway, and it became apparent where the ruckus was coming from. Frustrated and tired, she slowly walked up to Lincoln's bedroom and opened the door to step inside. Right before she stepped foot, she immediately noticed, a dark green tinted portal just floating there near the entrance of the room, with Lincoln and Lisa arguing with each other. Lynn sidestepped around the portal and faced the two. They both stopped to look at Lynn.
"Good, we have everybody here," Lisa began ominously, a wisp in her voice barely evident.
"Lincoln? Lisa?" Lynn yawned out, "What's going on?"
Lisa started to talk, "Utilising the sundry pieces of scrap I obtained from the local garbage disposal, I cumulated the elements of iron and the new created but highly unstable anti-matter inside this wristwatch to engender portals to alternative macrocosms."
Lynn's mind went blank.
"She made a device that can create portals to alternative universes," Lincoln rephrased, now turning to Lisa, "Which I decline because I do NOT want to get stuck in that dimension again!"
"That scenario was just your unconscious thoughts," Lisa pointed out. "Or as you typically call it, your dreams."
"Y'know," Lynn interrupted only half-awake, "As much as I'd love to hang, I'd got some precious shut-eye that I need to catch!"
With that, Lynn would've walked back into the hallway, into her room and into her bed to sleep. Unfortunately, as she turned around and walked away, she tripped over Lincoln's stuffed rabbit Bun-Bun, falling into the portal. After Lynn had been enveloped, the portal was slowly shrinking in size.
"Sorry Lincoln," Lisa apologised, "But unless you're okay with trapping Lynn in another dimension, you might have to wear this."
The young girl in glasses handed Lincoln the watch and asked him to find Lynn and return within three days.
"I thought it was twenty-four hours?"
"It was," Lisa said, "But the technology I implemented allowed for longer storage, so you'll have plenty of time. Just remember. You have only that amount of time to find Lynn and return Home together. Otherwise, you'll be stuck there together."
"I'm getting déjà-vu over this again," Lincoln said gulping, "But I know that without Lynn, it would be empty. So I'm going in!"
Lincoln bent his legs back and jumped, barely managing to get through the portal, which has shrunken down in half.
"Just remember to not dwell on time! It flies quickly," Lisa warned, before the portal completely disappeared, "I hope he got all that."