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Enter the Loud-verse
Chapter 1: A nightmare come true
It was a warm summer day at 1216 Franklin Avenue in Royal Woods, Michigan, and the sun had just reached its highest point in the sky. The members of the Loud residence were strewn out all over their enormous black and white painted house, from the comfortable surroundings of their own rooms, to the open space of their front and back yards, each family member's attention enraptured in what they were doing. All was normal...well as normal as one could get when living in a house with 12 other people. You see there was a delicate sense of balance that set it apart from most households. The chaos was just as essential as the order, although to outsiders (and easily annoyed neighbors) it looked like the Loud house was only ever in a constant state of chaos.
Little did they know, that from the moment the first loud resident woke up in the morning til the last minute of the day when everyone retired to their bed, the Loud family relished in that familiar and comfortable sensation of chaos that each member played a part in. From the oldest sibling's authoritarian behavior all the way down to the youngest's adventurous wandering in poopy diapers, they all felt the order in the chaos. Especially for the young white haired boy, now standing in his backyard dressed from head to toe in his fencing uniform.
Lincoln Loud, was drenched in sweat from the summer heat, and was breathing heavily through his wire frame face guard. He had argued with his sparring partner that they weren't in class, so their uniforms were unnecessary, and would just wind up make their practice session miserable for them both, only to be countered by his partners insistence that a true fencer always practices in their uniform to prevent injury, regardless of weather conditions. Too tired to argue he conceded, walked on to the rubber training mat, and readied himself in a starting position.
"Okay. You got this.", He assured himself "You've been training nonstop. Just one tap and she's done."
Facing his partner they saluted, and both shouted the fencers call to initiate the fight. "ENGARDE!"
Lincoln's opponent took the offensive and immediately rushed his guard, her saber thrusting to meet his chest. Lincoln answered each thrust with a parry of his own, and gained a few feet in front of him, reversing their roles as quickly as the round had started.
"That's it! Just a little more pressure and it's over!"
Seizing his opportunity at his opponents backpedaling, he thrust his sword for the winning stroke. His opponent parried, suddenly pulling a quick feint on Lincoln's left flank. He was too quick to try and counter it, leaving his guard completely exposed, and by the time he realized his own mistake, it was too late. He felt the ball tipped sword of his opponent poke him in the chest, and just like that the match was over. Feeling defeated, he collapsed to his knees and tore his mask off.
"Dang it! I was so close that time."
"Not bad, Linc. You almost had me." his older sister told him.
Lynn Loud removed her mask and shook her head to and fro, to remove the excess sweat running down her brow and neck. "But, you can't beat all of dis." She drawled, pointing at herself.
Lincoln had taken up fencing at the royal woods community center after watching his older sister Lynn take first place at the state competition in Detroit. He had never considered himself the athletic type before, and usually declined the offer whenever he was invited to play a game of football, soccer, or baseball. But the beauty of fencing for him was that it was not a sport that required brute strength or the ideal body type; just quick reflexes and the right strategy. Similar to playing video games, he figured. After signing up for classes, and begging Lynn to be his in-home sparring coach, they had started training nearly four times week after school for the last six months. With the start of their summer vacation, they now had all the time in the world to practice their technique in various forms of swordplay.
The two had become closer than they'd ever been, after finally finding something that they both thoroughly enjoyed. Lynn would never admit it, but she was actually having the time of her life training with her brother, and routinely put up a reluctant facade whenever Lincoln asked to spar with her. Despite her frequent bragging she really had meant what she said; two months ago the fight would have been over before it started, but Lincoln had put in the time and effort to step up his game since then, and had come close to beating Lynn at least three times now.
She approached her brother and offered her gloved hand. Reluctantly, he accepted and allowed himself to be pulled up.
"Just you wait. Won't be long til you're coming to me for advice on blocking and parrying." Lincoln countered.
"Yeah, file that little fantasy next to winning 'Legends of the Hidden Temple' and finding the Loch Ness Monster."
"Hey! Me and Dad were THIS close to winning that thing and you know it!"
"Riiiight...besides blocking and parrying ain't what's holding you back. Far as I can tell you've got those two down solid." Lincoln raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for his sisters critique.
"It's the feints, bro!" Answered Lynn. "You keep falling for my feints and it's leaves your guard completely open for a strike."
"Hmm..the feints, huh?"
It made sense, when Lincoln heard it out loud, yet he still couldn't help but feel Lynn would always have the advantage over him due to her extensive history in sports and martial arts. But Lincoln was far from deterred, and vowed he would beat her someday.
"Alright then. Tomorrow you and me. Same time. Two hours of nothing but ducking and countering feints. Deal?"
Lynn smiled, "Sure, why not. But first...pop quiz!"
Lynn quickly pulled her arm back as if to punch him, and Lincoln as usual responded by guarding his face and chest with his hands shutting his eyes in anticipation for the blow.
He slowly opened them, and Lynn jabbed his arm twice in two quick motions.
"Oooohh, two for flinching! Haha, man that never gets old." She sneered.
"Oh...it. Is. ON!" Lincoln shouted, unable to hide the playful grin on his face. He tackled Lynn to the ground and tried to get Lynn into a headlock, using the same technique she had used on Lincoln throughout their childhood.
"Ge-get offa me, Stinkin!" She choked out, barley containing her laughter. Leaning all of her weight forward she reached behind her, grabbed the fabric of Lincoln's uniform and pulled him over her head, body and all, his back landing hard on the matt in front of her and knocking the wind out of his lungs. Before he could even begin put up his defense she collapsed on top of him laughing hysterically, and Lincoln soon joined in her reaction, tears streaming from his eyes. Their Laughter was soon interrupted by a call from their second story window.
"LINCOLN!", Lisa shouted, "I require your assistance in the lab immediately!" Lincoln crawled out from under his sisters still chuckling form, and offered up a hand in a gesture of peace.
"Touché," he said cooly. "Alright, I'm gonna go see what Lisa wants. You fine putting the matt away by yourself?"
"You're good bro. I'll catch ya later." Lincoln nodded, and turned to walk through the back door. "And drink water! Waaa-teeer!" Lynn called behind him. "You know that see through stuff that's been keeping you alive since you were born? No soda and no juice after a workout!"
Lincoln waved his hand back at her dismissively and entered the kitchen. He then walked to the fridge, popped open a can of his favorite root beer and proceeded to chug it down in one sitting. It wasn't that he was trying to spite his sister for her warning, more he felt he deserved it after coming so close to beating her. As far as trophies, medals or championships went, he really wasn't interested in trying to win any of those in fencing. At least not since his sisters had awarded him the trophy of "MOST IMPROVED BROTHER" which sat in his families trophy case just around the corner from the kitchen.
No, he didn't need to participate in any trivial competitions with rules, judges, and shiny trophies, just to prove himself a worthy fencer. He just wanted to beat Lynn. One win. That was all he needed. Whether or not he continued to fence was something he would decide for himself afterwards.
He was brought back from his train of thought by Lisa's shouting. "LINCOLN, THIS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE!" Tossing his empty can in the trash, Lincoln raced up the stairs, entered his bedroom and quickly changed out of his fencing outfit and into his orange polo shirt and blue jeans.
Before he was even half-way to Lisa's room, he was intercepted by his older sister Luna. "Hey bro! Whatchu doin'?" She asked cheerfully.
"Hey Luna. Not much, just going to check on Lisa."
"Put that Jam on pause for a sec, cause I've got a surprise for you." she said with a knowing grin.
"A surprise? What's the occasion?"
"No occasion, no occasion. Just wanted to give you something that will. Blow. Your. Mind." she answered, rocker hand extended.
Lincoln was definitely intrigued his older sister's words, but he had other duties to attend to first.
"That's cool, but I kinda have go help Lisa with something. Can you show me afterwards?"
"Sure! Go help brainbox, and I'll be in my room."
"Right." he acknowledged watching her walk back to her room. That was weird. He thought. The only surprises he ever got around the Loud house were either on his birthday or in the form of a pie to the face from his other sister, Luan.
I swear to God, if they're working together to prank me, I'm gonna get them back sooo hard.
Dismissing the thought he turned and opened the door to Lisa and Lily's room. He couldn't imagine what she needed Lincoln for. As much as he loved her, they didn't spend much time with each other, what with her being cooped up in her room all day inventing new machines, searching for a cure for the common cold, or humorously enough listening to West Coast only times they had spent together, usually involved Lincoln being an unwilling guinea pig in one of her many experiments. But then again so had most of his sisters.
This should be a treat. "Hey Lisa, what can I...do...for...you…"
Lincoln words died on his lips as he entered her room staring up in awe at the giant machine before him. From one end of the room to the other,sat an arching metallic frame with flashing light bulbs stretching all along the rim of it. On its left sat a monitor and a keypad, where Lisa sat on a swivel chair, rhythmically typing a string of code, not even noticing Lincoln's entrance.
"Oh good, Lincoln you're here. Fashionably late as always I see." she said without turning around.
"Yeah I was changing out of my fencing uniform...what is THAT?" Lincoln asked, pointing at the device.
"No questions! Not yet at least." she declared spinning in her chair to face her brother.
"Would you be so kind as to connect the energy pulse modulator to the arch so I can properly channel the devices energy output?"
Lincoln blanched at her request. "Um...what?"
Lisa pinched the bridge of her nose in exhaustion.
"...screw in the rest of bulbs at the top of the machine." She answered indicating to the highest point of the arch where only two sockets remained without a bulb despite a ladder already been placed there.
"Oh...sure, that should be easy enough."
"One would hope so. Please be sure to carefully insert the red bulb into in the red socket and the blue bulb into the blue socket".
"Okay."
Taking the bulbs from his sister, Lincoln climbed the ladder to the top and proceeded to screw in the bulbs.
"So anyways, what is-whoa!" The ladder suddenly rocked underneath him and he grabbed onto the rim of the arch to keep himself from losing his balance.
"Please refrain from attempting to win any Darwin awards today, Lincoln!" Lisa called from below. Grumbling to himself, Lincoln finished his task and slid down the ladder the rest of the way to the ground floor of Lisa's room.
"Ok, that should do it," Lincoln said satisfied, "now what is this Lisa? This thing is huge, and you know what mom and dad have said about building things that spike the electric bill."
"Fear not elder brother," Lisa assured him. "For you are about to bear witness to my greatest scientific achievement yet!"
"You say that about all of your inventions."
"Yes...but this time I have thoroughly outdone myself."
"Yeah, you've said that too." Lincoln pointed out slightly amused.
She narrowed her eyes at Lincoln, clearly annoyed.
"Are you going to cease being a fuddy duddy and let me explain what it is, or am I going to have to throw you out of the lab?"
Lincoln gulped, not quite sure how a four year old could throw a person twice her size out of a room but wasn't willing to test his sister's patience given her past...incidents.
"Sorry, go ahead Lis."
"Brother, what you see before you is the product of months of grueling research and engineering. Ever since the multiverse was theorized, scientists around the world have been relentless in the pursuit of irrefutable proof that there is in fact an infinite amount of worlds and universes just like ours with inhabitable life and untapped scientific knowledge. As of today, I will be putting that search to an end. Lincoln Loud I present to you,.." she said arms spread out.
"The Arc!"
Lincoln just looked at his sister in utter confusion.
"It's a portal to another dimension." she said defeated.
"Oh...OHHH." Lincoln answered, finally comprehending.
"Well that's cool sis, what kind of-" his words died on his lips as realization suddenly struck him like a snowball to the face and his eyes widened. About 7 months ago Lincoln had had a nightmare where he had secretly wished that he had 10 brothers instead of 10 sisters. Complying with his wish (mainly because she was looking for a beta tester), Lisa had built him an interdimensional watch which he used to transport himself to another dimension.
For the most part he had gotten exactly what he wanted. They had all similar interests in the same comics, movies, and amusement parks, and weren't nearly as concerned about petty things like table manners or spreading germs through shared food like his sisters had. More than anything he finally felt like he was one of the boys. He had even decided to stay there forever at one point during his visit, and had thrown the watch away into the trash. It wasn't til the next morning that he realized what kind of hell it would be like living with 10 siblings of the same gender; filthy bathrooms and bedrooms that were never cleaned up, random dog piles and dutch ovens, and the relentless bullying and mocking that came from just about everyone of his "brothers". In his dream he managed to retrieve the watch and jumped through the portal back to his own dimension with just a few seconds to spare.
However, things took a turn for the horrific, when he realized that not only was he not back in his original dimension, but he had transformed into a female version of himself whom his brother Loni had called "Linka". The nightmare finally came to an end as he woke up screaming in the middle of the night, and all ten of his sisters rushed into his room to make sure he was okay. In that moment surrounded by all of them he couldn't have felt more grateful at what he thought he had lost forever.
Now it seemed, that one of Lincoln's worst fears was about to become a potential reality.
"Um...elder brother...are you well? You've been standing slackjaw in my room looking at nothing for the last 30 seconds. Are you by any chance experiencing pain in your left arm or smell burnt toast?" Lisa asked, slightly concerned.
Lincoln finally snapped out of it and shook his head, focusing, as Lisa's words brought him back to the present.
"Lisa, you can't use this machine!" he exclaimed.
"Why ever not?"
"It's not safe! You have no idea what's on the other side of that thing or-or what damage it could do."
"And you do?" Lisa asked, eyes narrowed.
"Well..I.." He was reluctant to explain himself, as he knew his sister probably wouldn't take anything he said about his nightmare even remotely seriously, but he had to try.
"Scientific exploration is seldom without any risk dear brother, and an experiment of this magnitude is not something I can simply discard after grueling months of research."
"It's just...I have a really bad feeling about this, and I don't want you or anyone else to get hurt. You see, I had this dream…"
"A dream?", Lisa scoffed. "I do believe ominous warnings regarding impending doom is Lucy's department. I expected a bit more from you, Lincoln."
"Lisa, please you've gotta listen to me, this is a bad idea!"
Lisa dismissed his pleas and returned to typing at her keypad.
"If you don't have anything encouraging you wish to say to me regarding my most recent invention, I suggest you vacate the premises immediately."
"Lisa, I-"
"The situation is under control Lincoln." Lisa interrupted firmly.
"I've reviewed all the variables, and according to my calculations there's only a 1.5% chance that something could go wrong. You have NOTHING to be concerned about."
Lincoln stood there shaking uncomfortably. The little scientists words did not reassure him, but there was no way he was just going to leave his little sister alone with a machine that potentially dangerous. He steeled himself and prepared for the worst, convinced that he couldn't stop her even if he tried.
She got off her chair and walked to one end of the room where a fairly large camera sat on a tripod, lense pointed at the arc. Cleaning the lense with a cloth and pressing a button on the side, she proceeded with introducing the experiment to the camera.
"Greetings all. This is Dr. Lisa Loud's video log #366, dated Thursday June 20th 2019 at 6:27 PM Eastern Standard Time. After many sleepless nights of research and construction, the Arc is finally ready to make the leap necessary for accessing the multiverse. This is it, my friends. Let's make history."
Stepping away from the camera, she want back to the monitor and typed in one last stream of code.
"Aaaannnd...complete!" she declared hitting the enter button on her keypad.
A low humming sound came from the arc and gradually increased in volume as the machine powered on.
"Administering primary fuel source." Lisa stated.
Three vials filled with a bright red liquid quickly started to drain, apparently being sent into the machines engine.
"Initiating proper voltage."
The bulbs all along the arch started to light up,each color alternating in either red or blue.
"Synchronizing with the multiverse in 3...2...1."
Suddenly a gelatinous green light appear in the empty space between the arch and started to expand until it occupied the entire space. It was the same light he'd jumped through in his dream.
"Eureka!" Lisa shouted in triumph.
Despite Lincoln's fears he couldn't help but smile at his sisters enthusiasm. It was rare for her to be this psyched about something, and his doubts started to fade. Lisa was the smartest person he knew and she obviously took the success of this machine very seriously. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was nothing to worry abou-
The smile slid off his face as he felt the room start to shake all around him. The humming from the machine was growing uncomfortably louder, and a flashing red warning sign appeared on Lisa's monitor.
She minimised the red sign and started frantically typing on her keyboard, trying to assess the situation.
"Lisa. Lisa! What's happening?!" Lincoln shouted.
"I'm not sure! The machines starting to become unstable! All prevailing variables indicated that this shouldn't happen!"
"Well it IS happening! We gotta get out of-"
Lincoln's words were cut off as he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.
Oh no.
At the top of the arch, where Lincoln had helped Lisa install the proper parts to her machine, he noticed that instead of an alternating pattern of blue and red bulbs, four of them were out of sequence, two red and two blue installed next to each other. Lincoln, had caused the machine to become unstable.
Instincts kicked in, and he rushed towards the ladder still perched on the east wall and placed it against the arch ready to climb back to the top.
"What are you doing?!" Lisa demanded grabbing the back of his shirt.
"I know why this is happening! I can fix this."
"NO. You'll just exacerbate the situation!"
"Lisa we have to turn off this machine!"
"WE CAN'T!" she shouted true panic showing in her eyes.
He turned his gaze back to the center of the machine and to his horror, saw the green gelatinous light expand and contract like a person wrapped in a blanket.
Suddenly the light surged, breaching the borders of the arches edge and what started as a low humming from the machine became an ear piercing shriek.
"GET DOWN!" Lincoln shouted.
He grabbed his little sister and threw her and himself under the nearest desk, expecting the worst. But instead of an explosion they only heard the sound of straining metal, and watched as the frame of the arch became unhinged and the gelatinous light dissipated into several other sources of energy. As quickly as they separated, they shot forth around the room like bullets and ricocheted off every object they came into contact with. Beakers and canisters were knocked over, pictures hanging on the wall were cracked in their frames, and no furniture was spared from the barrage of intersecting beams.
Lisa let out an involuntary shriek, hands covering her ears. Lincoln squeezed his sister tight and shouted, "It's okay! I've got you!" But even he didn't fully believe he could protect them both from chaos that was ricocheting from wall to wall. The sound of crashing objects grew quieter, as each beam made its way haphazardly out of the door to Lisa's room continuing there torrent in the halls beyond. Carefully, Lincoln peaked his head out from under the desk surveying the destruction of the lab. He turned to Lisa, and grabbed her tiny hand helping her stand.
"Are you okay?" He asked still shaking from what just transpired.
"I..I am unharmed."
Lincoln got down on his knees and looked at her spectacled face at eye level.
"Okay this isn't so bad. A little cleaning up to do, but nothing a little elbow grease won't fi-"
His optimism was crushed as he heard the sound of a tiny voice start to wail behind him. He turned and saw smoke rising from the crib in the corner. Lily. He had completely forgotten about his baby sister Lily who had been taking a nap the whole time!
Fueled by panic, the two siblings rushed to their youngest sister's aid, undid the latch to her crib, and Lincoln scooped up her still wailng, expecting the worst. He scanned her up and down looking for any sign of injury or laceration, but as far he could tell she was just upset from being so loudly disturbed from her nap.
"Is she..is she unharmed?" Lisa asked
"I..I think so. Maybe we should-" he suddenly jerked his head sideways as a horrid stench invaded hs nostrils.
"Urp...yep, she's fine, just a poopy diaper."
"Place her on the table. We must be certain." Lisa said, "Let's get her out of that diaper while we're at it."
"Right."
Lincoln carefully set her on the desk while Lisa went to her dresser to look for a package of fresh diapers and baby wipes.
"Shh, shhh, it's okay Lilster, everything is okay," Lincoln said undoing the straps on her diaper, "Lisa and Lincoln just make a big booboo, that's all."
Lily's crying started to cease to just little whimpers.
"All those months of research and construction down the proverbial drain."
Lincoln's temper flared at her sister's complaint.
"I told you that this was a bad idea to begin with! But noooo, you just HAD to test the boundaries of 'scientific exploration'! You're just lucky nobody got hurt-"
His words died on his lips, unable to finish his thought looking down at the infant in front of him.
Oh no...oh no.
Lisa picked up on his silence and turned to face him, clearly agitated.
"What? What's the matter?"
"Lisa...that's not Lily…"
She came up from behind him, brow furrowed.
"What on earth are you talking about? Of course it's Lily, who else could it possibly-"
Lisa gasped, finally discovering the cause of Lincoln's paralyzed form.
On the table in front of them both, diaper off, and arms writhing in discomfort, was an infant though similar in Lily's appearance, possessed a male genitalia rather than a female's.
This baby was not their sister.
"Oh my word…what have I done..." Lisa breathed, still shaken from this discovery.
Lincoln looked closer at the baby boy before him to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him, and the differences started to stick out. This baby had more blond hair covering its scalp, was slightly longer in body length, and had more teeth visible in it's mouth then his sister had ever shown. The resemblance finally struck a chord in his memory, and he knew exactly who this baby was.
Leon. His baby brother from another dimension.
Nononono this can't be happening. He thought covering his face with his hands.
One of the beams from the arch must have hit Lily and sent Leon here in her place. She's in the wrong dimension.
"This...this is completely incomprehensible. How could the arc have possibly turned Lily into a boy?"
Lincoln's thoughts started to go into overdrive, as he realised that this was probably just the surface of the damage that had been done.
"Lisa...how many of those beams did you see shoot out of your room?" he asked warily.
"I..I'm not certain. Three or four? I was more focused on not getting decapitated."
"AAAAHHHHH!"
A shriek from the hall outside startled them both, and Lincoln rushed to the door to investigate the disturbance.
Turning to Lisa he ordered, "Stay, with the baby."
Before Lisa could protest, he was already sprinting to the end of the hall to the source of the scream. Lori and Leni's room. He skidded to a halt as he saw his sister Leni on her knees hovering above the collapsed form of his eldest sister Lori in front of the bathroom door, wisps of smoke coming off of her.
"Leni! What happened?!"
"I don't know! Lori was just coming out of the bathroom when like this giant ball of green light smacked her in the stomach! Lori! Say something! Are you okay?!"
Lori lifted her head to look up at her concerned siblings and let out a tired grown.
The sound was deeper than it should have been.
"Ugh, what just hit me?" the person kneeling before them asked in an unmistakable baritone.
Lincoln's heart sank, and Leni gasped as she saw in her sister's place a teenage boy with a few stands of facial hair on his chin, a shorter hairstyle, and lack of make up.
Loki.
"L-lori?"
"Lori? Who's Lori? What's going on-"
Loki's eyes came into focus and stared up at the two forms in confusion.
"Uh Linka, Loni...I get that you two are into cosplay, but this is kinda overdoing it don't you think?" he asked.
Out of nowhere Loki placed his hand firmly on Leni's chest, and Lincoln's face blushed bright red, while Leni's just contacted into pure horror.
"Though I gotta say this feels pretty realistic, bro. What did you use for the...the.."
Loki went silent, face turning redder than Lincoln's, as realization dawned on him. This wasn't a costume.
Loki had just groped his sister's breast. This situation had just gone from bad to worse.
Leni started screaming and her hand slapped hard against Loki's cheek, sending him tumbling back down to the floor. Leni reeled behind Lincoln and started to pull him backwards with her.
"LINCOLN! SOME PERVERT'S IN THE HOUSE AND HE JUST GROPED ME!"
"Leni, calm down! This is all just a big-"
They heard a loud crash behind them and turned to see their younger sister Lana tackle a young blond boy wearing what looked like a prince's outfit to the floor, arms pinning him down.
"Alright buster! Who are you and what have you done with my sister Lola?!"
"Who the heck is Lola? Where's Leif? Get offa me, you beast!" he protested.
Lexx.
Before Lincoln could try and intervene a boy about two heads taller than Lincoln stepped out of Luna and Luan's room. He was rocking a brunette faux hawk, had a blue vest with a purple shirt underneath and black pants, his face covered in freckles.
Luke.
"Will you guys keep it down?! I've got a major headache and I just wanna...oi!"
He noticed the scuffle between Lana and Lexx, rushed toward the two, picked Lana up by the shoulders and slammed her against the wall, faces inches away from each other.
"Get off my brother you little creep! Who are you and what are you doing in my house?!"
Lincoln grabbed Luke's leg trying to get his attention.
"Luke! Just calm down! I can explain everything!"
"Stay out of this, Linka! Some kid was just tryna.."
He looked down at Lincoln for the first time, and a new anger made its presence known.
Luke unceremoniously dropped Lana to the floor and punched Lincoln in the face sending him to the ground. Lincoln leaned on one arm for support, his other hand clutching his left eye.
"WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON?!"
Luke shouted, adopting a British accent.
"Luke..please just listen…" he pleaded
Lynn Jr. appeared from the top of the stairs now in her regular jersey and shorts, and jumped on Luke's back, arms wrapping around his neck. Luke staggered sideways, hitting the wall on his side, struggling to get free of Lynn's grip.
"LEAVE MY FAMILY ALONE, ASSHOLE!" Lynn shouted, teeth bared in rage.
Just then Lucy and Luan stepped out of Lynn and Lucy's room, their attention now brought to all the screaming and crashing taking place out in the hall.
Luan absorbed the faces of all the people around her, concern on her face.
"Guys, what's going on?"
"Who is that?", Lucy asked.
Still clutching onto Luke's back Lynn called, "LUAN! CALL THE POLICE, THERE ARE STRANGERS IN THE HOUSE!"
Lexx and Lana were crying, Luan was fiddling with her pocket, trying to get her phone out and all of Lincoln's sisters were now in some kind of confrontation with his interdimensional brothers. Lincoln got to his feet and tried to see figure out how he could regain control of the situation.
"I literally have no idea what's going on!"
"Back off creeper! I have mace, and it totally hurts."
"Get offa me kid!"
"Eat shit, Mick Swagger!"
"Where's Lola?"
"What happened to Leif?!"
"Luan, are the cops coming?!"
"Dangit my phone's dead! Lucy get back in your room and lock the door."
"What the-is that silly string?!"
"Luan, why is my can of mace shooting silly string?!"
It was pure pandemonium. Lincoln had seen his siblings fight amongst themselves plenty of times before, but these were people entirely unfamiliar to each other. Now there was a cold fear in his heart that this time they might really do damage to each other if something didn't happen fast. They were all either going to maul each other out of fear or self defense, all because those stupid beams had turned his sister's into-
Wait….didn't Lisa say they're were four beams?
As if on cue, a sudden racket from downstairs gave pause to the commotion happening in the second floor hallway. All eyes quickly focused on the rouge green beam flying up the stairs then bouncing up and down the hallway. Lynn stopped pounding the stranger and looked on in horror as the beam was ricocheting from ceiling to wall to floor, right in Lincoln's direction. Elder sibling instincts kicking in, she pushed herself off the intruder and ran towards her brother.
"LINCOLN, LOOK OUT!"
Lynn shoved her brother to the floor out of the path of the incoming beam and took it full force in the face, her entire figure being consumed by green light, blinding everyone.
They're was a pained shout and then Lynn's form collapsed on the hallway carpet inches from where Lincoln sat in shock.
"Lynn? Lynn?!"
Lincoln and all of his sister's rushed over to their collapsed sister, smoke still coming off her prone body. Lincoln shook her sister's arm, trying to elicit a response.
"Lynn! Come on sis, wake up! Speak to me!"
The form started to stir and lifted it's head slightly.
"It's okay Linka. I got you...you're safe...
The boy looked down, expecting to see his sister underneath him, but was only greeted to the red carpet of his hallway. He pushed himself up to face the others, worry plastered on his face.
"Linka? Linka, where are you, what's...?"
Lincoln, Leni, Luan, Lana, and Lucy all stared at Lynn Jr. in pure shock, still trying to comprehend what they had just seen take place. For just like Lori, Luna, Lola, and Lily, Lynn had been replaced by a genderswapped male version of their sister. Except for the shorter brunette hair and the single '0' on the jersey rather than a '1' it looked just like her. But there was no mistaking it. This Lynn Jr. was a boy as well.
"Luke. Loki! What just happened? WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Lynn shouted in horror.
The chaos continued as the boys faced the girls in an endless shouting match of who was who, where was where, and why was why, while Lincoln stood in the middle trying to get everyone's attention. His left eye hurt something fierce and his anger over the whole situation finally got the better of him. He walked behind his sister Luan and jerked out the airhorn he knew she kept in her back pocket for pranks around the house.
"SHUT. UP."
Shooting his arm in the air he pressed his finger on the button, and held it there for a good 10 seconds until everyone was covering their ears and looking at him with strained eyes. He took his finger off, and took a deep breath.
"IF YOU ALL WILL STOP TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER FOR JUST FIVE FREAKING MINUTES, I WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING THAT'S LED UP TO THIS MOMENT. BUT SO HELP ME GOD, IF ANY OF YOU START THROWING HANDS AT EACH OTHER I'LL BLAST THIS HORN INTO YOUR EARS UNTIL YOU ALL NEED HEARING AIDS, GOT IT?!" Lincoln bellowed red faced and breathing heavily.
To his surprise, they all nodded their heads slightly in confirmation, nervously glancing at one another. A door opened up behind them, and they all turned to face Lisa carrying Leon wrapped in a purple blanket.
"Ah...it appears my hypothesis was correct." Lisa announced, her face deadpan of any emotion.
"Everyone. Lori and Leni's room." Lincoln pointed. "NOW."