"As you can see, in the Loud House, seconds are rare." Lincoln said to no one as he ate his Loud parents looked worriedly at their son. Ever since he was five, he been talking to himself as if someone's there. They thought he would grow out of it, but they were wrong.

The sisters were kind of uncomfortable as their brother constantly looks at the wall and mentions them in third person. Even though he's been doing this for years, it still weirds them all.

Lynn Sr. decided to ask his son the question everyone's asking. "Uh, Lincoln, who're you talking too."

His son faced them with a pizza crust in his mouth. "To the viewers of course!" The father of eleven cringed. "Son, we told you before they don't exist. Many times."

"Then how come I can see them?" Lynn sighed as he rubbed his forehead. He needs to make a call.

2 days later

The family dropped Lincoln to talk to a personal therapist to talk about his "condition".

Lincoln came into a room and saw a balding forty-something year old man. Said man beckoned Lincoln to come take a seat.

When the ashen-haired boy took a seat, the therapist started asking him questions while writing in a notebook.

"How long did this go on?"

"Were you ever abused"

"Why and how did this start?

Lincoln just zoned out as he was just killing time until his family come and get as he was about to answer a question to make it seem like he was productive, he heard an evil voice in his head.

"Do it…. Kill him…" Huh? "Who are you?"

The therapist looked up from his notebook. "Excuse me?"

"Kill the bastard." Lincoln's head throbbed and for a moment, he blacked out. Next thing he knew, he was holding the therapist's pen. Which was soaked in blood.

It seemed he stabbed the therapist in the neck with his own pen. The evil voice kept on talking to Lincoln."Yes….wasn't so hard wasn't it? Now do the same to the them."

Lincoln was confused."Free them from what?"

"From this thing called television and fanfiction. Your lives are controlled by the people outside. The only way to free them is to kill them."

Lincoln nodded. After all, he would do anything for his family.

"Good. So your first target is….."

"And good night Royal Woods!" Luna screamed into the mic as her crowds of fans screamed and jumped in delight.

Luna left the stage and grabbed her guitar and headed home.

However as soon she left, she was greeted by a familiar being. "Lincoln?! Did mom and pops pick you up early?"

The eleven year old had a blank stare before stating "No. I left on my own terms." He pulled out a knife and walked to Luna who was backing up slowly in fear.

"Lincoln… what're you doing?"

"Please Luna, don't make this hard on me." Lincoln lunged at Luna who could only scream.

Ten minutes later, Lincoln walked mindlessly while being covered in his sister's blood.

He stopped and looked at the setting sun."They must know I'm gone by now. Doesn't matter anyway. I'm going to kill them all." He couldn't help but crack a smile. "I will free them all."