Authors note: Warning, this content is disturbing. And if you like that kind of stuff, kudos to you.
If people could see the brain of Lynn, then no one would likely care. Those men of self-centered renown, who keep their female kin stashed away, praise this behavior. Those women would scathe this behavior, as they've either been taught modesty in servitude or seek a purpose of bettering society in a cause all too personal to overtake anything. Those parents would either deny this behavior access to their own, or would play it off as an immature and naive phase of life. And those law-doers would freak their legislation out of the border if they truly knew Lynn Loud as an actual psychologist would. But those people did not. And hindsight was none the kinder than one Lynn Loud.
The lumbering stenchbank barely knew anything of modesty. The rush of crushing and obtaining was all she needed. So much so that she had to hide the fact that she had a 4th grade reading level. It wasn't that she was a natural moron. She just put her time into practices that allowed her to be rough. Some of her sisters could understand this: Luna, Lana. While others just found it the opposite of their tastes, such as Lola and Leni. Other siblings tolerated it so that she would feel appreciated. Lori wished she had more standards, but she had to love all of her siblings equally, despite that being a pain sometimes. Lucy, Lynn's roommate, was merely present. Unetched of emotion, the goth could ignore the endless jittering of her sister. And then, there was Lincoln.
He was the only boy in the family, apart from her father who's namesake she shared. Lynn, the father, had wanted a kid to be patriotic and sporty with. And Lincoln was not at all cut out for that. His son's political views, though limited for his age, felt overly kind and weak in their approach to the patriarch. And the only games his son played were on the television. But this didn't upset Lynn Sr. In a way, he and his son traded places. Lincoln was far better at listening to his sisters and being a good male influence to give them new perspective. And the father often replaced Lincoln when his daughter, Lynn, wanted to play ball. Verily, Lynn Sr. had gravitated towards the daughter with his name. It is somewhat obvious to see that he expected this girl to not be a girl. But he made do with what he could. Had he not taught her competition, she would have been a lot like Lori and Lincoln probably. But she was Lynn. The one girl on the football team. The one girl with a 4th grade reading level. And the one girl in her family who would do something so horrendous as she did.
Early one morning, with time to kill, Lynn woke up steadily and attracted to the restroom. It was Friday, but there was a parent-teacher conference in her school. Her mother was somewhat of a socialite, but instead of attacting frienda with great wealth, she did so with great dishes. Which is why Lori's bossiness is such a standardized annoyance of the household, as the parents regale so much that they make it home quite late. But they had to, otherwise the family would be banned forever from every swimming pool. So Lynn, being the only member of her family in middle-school, had the whole house to herself. Her younger siblings were all in elementary. And her older ones were in highschool.
She was thankful that she could, for this one day, wear whatever she found on her floor for the day without receiving backlash. The jockess had tough skin, but she still found a few of the comments to be lacerating. Her free day started with the most sugar-filled cereal she could procure from the pantry. Then she did a few exercises while watching cheap cartoons. That was anothing thing she hated she couldn't do with her family around. Despite wanting to look tough, there were moments where her free-spirit felt attacked, and she was censored. She wasn't clever enough to put such feelings into words, like her goth sister or even her brother could do, but she still felt it. One the greatest fears she had, and one that would never tell anyone at all, was responsibility. Lynn Loud liked being childish and didn't care about adult consequences.
The cartoons quickly got stale, as did her muscles because she forgot to hydrate before working out. After getting water, she headed back upstairs. Flopping onto her bed with ardent boredom, her eyes muled about the room to find something to do. The walls around her side of the room were so grubby that some of the posters and flags she put up had begun to peel off a little at the corners. If she was Lincoln, then she'd actually take time to organize and clean everything. But she wasn't him. In fact, she felt better than him and the rest of her family. Lynn began to exercise again, doing jumping-jacks, but lost the hypertivity once more. Honestly, without her family around, she felt lonely. Any of the friends she made, she never kept for long. Heck, she'd never had best friend, let alone a boyfriend.
That made her feel kinda small, actually.
No. she was better than everyone and didn't need anyone. Even if whenever she was present around other people and they didn't really accomodate her in the conversation, she was still better. The dent in the wall broke Lynn's thoughts as her knuckles began to bleed a little. It stung somewhat, but by now she was passive to pain. Thinking such, Lynn tried to humorously compare herself to her roommate, but it was more morose than funny. Thinking about funny things, Lynn thought of a prank Luan surprised her with a few days ago. The jockess' heart was beating for some revenge, so she zoomed into the neighboring room. Busting the door wide open was normal for her as she did it to all of her siblings. With everyone gone, it carried far less consequences.
The pale burgundy beneath her feet subsided to let her pass. After hearing so many poems and short-stories from Lucy, Lynn couldn't help thinking of herself as a vampire that found a way around the barrier that homes have. When inside the enemy base, she began scheming. What could she do that would be so controversial, yet so brave? She thought of using the pinkies Lana keeps in the fridge to feed her reptiles and putting one under Luan's mattress. Then she thought of stealing something from Lisa and dumping one of her smellier chemicals over the half of the stuff in the closet that was Luan's. Being uncreative, Lynn's mind could only invent so many ideas, and they all came from the same source: the fact that most people didn't like her sporty scent.
The only Loud in the Loud House began invading other peoples rooms, looking for something to snatch and ruin her sister's day with. She wanted to find something that, if caught with it, Luan would suffer greatly. Lori and Leni didn't have much more than clothes, and honestly, Lynn didn't want to end up under the boot herself, as she knew how observant Lori could be. That meant things had to be especially perfect, to make sure Lori didn't sniff her out. Luna was very chill, and was ten times as chill with Luan, despite some of the arguments the two have had in the past. They also probably barrowed each others stuff a lot. Like Lori, Lucy would notice if anything of hers was gone. Lynn then realized that she was home alone. Which meant any mysterious happenings would immediately be attributed to her.
The jockess took a minute to think while she mulled about between her the rooms of her siblings. What was something that someone had plenty of, but would be embarrassing to have? By this point, Lynn was entering her brother's room and began looking around. Her dorky partner in play was always so kind. But, looking upon the copious amount of merchandise this kid had, Lynn was surprised to see how organized it all was. Cards and Comics were stacked and shelved chronologically, and there was a plastic container with multiple compartments that held dozens of figures she couldn't recall. The figures inside seemed arranged, but not being her brother, Lynn couldn't make out the pattern.
She thought about taking one of these and proping it in Luan's room somewhere; however, she feared that her brother might realize that something was missing. If she took any of the older looking figures or comics, then she'd have to shuffle the rest down. And if she took a newer looking one, Lincoln would probably see it missing faster than she could run. That was a shame, she was looking forward to deploying some of her hazers to Luan for being a nerd and asking her if she was dating Lincoln or whatev...
"That's it!" Lynn said audibly. Without hesitation, she flung the drawers of her brother wide open, peering in for a pair of what she was looking for. After a good minute of rummaging, she pulled out a pair of briefs, gave a small sniff and paused. She put the pair back, then rushed down to the kitchen. While making her way there, her heart was beating like one of her boxing classes. The ones where she taught. And for a fraction of that beat, she could feel he barest tingle. Something she didn't experience often. What she was doing excited her so much: it was so bad.
A gaudy version of some schedule that listed the Loud children along days of the week had been stuck to the wall next to the door to the basement. Lynn looked it over finding some of the siblings being paired with each other for certain days. Currently, Luan was paired with Leni for Saturday. And, by some luck, Lincoln was doing his Laundry today. Since the Loud children had to rush to school as quickly as possible, Lincoln didn't have time to do his laundry. Lynn snuck up the stairs, feeling so devious that she had to stealth her way to her operation. Back in her brother's room, she unearthed the dirty clothes he kept in a hamper underneath his desk. Taking hold of the elastic band of her weapon she found a pair of whities that radiated a terrible scent of salt and a little musk.
Rushing to her own room, Lynn set about accomplishing the next phase of her plan. Undoing her sweatpants and panties, she went to work contaminating the evidence to give a clear reason why it was taken. All the while that same thingling got colder and hotter in her heart and digits. When she had drenched it, she began searching for a place to put it in Luan's room where it would be spotted eventually, just not within a day. Lynn tried to recall any information she could about the two siblings that would allow her to find a place to plant the evidence where it'd be found. Remebering Luna saying something about a gig she was doing on sunday, Lynn began shuffling the incrimination between the two siblings' things, where Luna would immediately see it if she took anything out of the closet from her side.
Lynn dusted her hands and skipped out of the room of her victim, busting the door to the side upon her exit. The rest of the day was as normal, and Lynn would never have realzed a dent she made with a door lock had broken into the wall a little. Lynn, as she went to walk downstairs, saw Lincoln's room agape. It was around 11:00 in the morning, so no one was inside. She went over to close it, but saw the pile of laundry of her brothers again. She rubbed the liquid growing on her lips with her shirt and did a double dip. The tingle was a spark, and around 11:45, Lynn felt like she was blazing.
Opening up her small, secret compartment in her room, Lynn stashed the pair of boxers in the wallspace, then covered it with a sports portrait.
Highschool got out first for the weekend. But having siblings still in school, Lori had to wait for the next generation of students to get out, and then the generation after that which included most of her siblings, except Lily, who was taken with Mom and Dad, and Lisa, who was out of town doing research on pollution in Flint Michigan, a dozen or so hundred miles from Royal Woods. By her, in Vanzilla, her sisters were all doing their usual things when waiting. Luna was beating her hands to a song she was listening to on headphones. Leni was staring ditzily out the van windows. And Luan was writing down some quips and jokes. By now, Lori couldn't deny that, maybe inside, Luan's puns did make her laugh, just a little. The eldest sister could definitely see the potential of Luan, who seemed to be on the best path. Lori wished she knew what she wanted with her life at that age, because she was still struggling to find her dream now.
The bell out eventually rung, and Lori waved towards Lincoln, who was giving Lana a piggyback ride while holding Lucy and Lola's hands. Despite being the leader of the elemtary bunch, Lincoln still looked young. This was a trait shared by each of the loud siblings. And Lori had had enough fits of tit envy to know that. The good part about it was that their youthful looks would last a lot longer.
There was this weird thing about the Loud kids where the age of puberty would change from child to child. Lori hit at 12, while Leni hit at 15. Luna hit at 13, but has mellowed out since a lot. Luan is the tricky one: Lori thinks she's currently going through it, but she just doesn't know. Lynn might be, but Lynn is so loud that if she did hit then Lori thought she would have heard howling. Despite her own luck with an earlier puberty, she was glad Lincoln would get through middleschool before hitting, meaning he would already be mannered in relationships and not be so dumb.
The van pulled into the driveway, and the all the siblings got out, Lincoln still giving Lana a piggyback ride, because she'd scraped her knee badly a few days ago. Lori counted as the siblings came into the house and thought Lynn was missing. "Lynn!" Lori called for her.
"What'cha want, sis?" Lynn said from behind, coming down the stairs while trying to avoid the mob of freedom that was her siblings going up. Lynn's face was splotchily flushed a little, but Lori assumed it was because of exercise. She assumed because she didn't like being peverted.
"Oh, I forgot that your school was having a parent-teacher conference." Lori admitted. Lynn was about to walk off into the kitchen, but Lori stopped her, "Hey, don't go outside for thw rest of the day, okay? And don't play too rough." Lynn nodded at these requests and got a glass of water for her dry lips, which Lori took note of. "Ha, Dad, what kind of jock did you train to be like this?"
The rest of the day went by as usual. Not normal, as there was always something around the corner for the Loud kids. Despite how Lincoln perceived it and what he told his friends, Lori had invited him into her room multiple times to hang out. He just cherry-picked the bad parts to help create his "show". She couldn't tell how many times she and her sisters had to step in because some kid thought it was fun to tease someone over their disability. Lincoln was actually autistic. It wasn't a bad thing, but all it meant was that he had specific inputs that would trigger certain outputs. His visor of experiencing life was a completely different class of hardware, when most people just have different models. But his functioned just fine. And an odd way Lincoln expressed himself was by talking to a fourth-wall. Other than that and a few other small things, like over-organization, Lincoln was very normal, and Lori thought that his kindness and conpassion came from his disability.
Currently, Lincoln was with Lori and Leni. Leni was off doing her own thing with dresses. She also had autism, just with a different visor. Lori was talking with her brother about his day, "And what happened then?"
"Clyde slipped and fell over the pudding, knocking me and another girl over." Lincoln replied, chuckling sweetly.
"Who was she?"
"I think her name was Jonelle."
"Did you get her number?" Lori said with a devious smirk.
"No, no, that's so impolite." Lincoln said, his face scrunching tighter than Luan's hair ties. Lincoln then turned to the wall, talking to his "audience" with a hand over one of his mouth so Lori wouldn't hear, "But she gave it to Clyde." Lori wanted to ask if that made him feel bad, sensing some possible tension between the two friends. This is because the conversation started when Lincoln was talking about how Clyde made him really mad today. But she knew not to invade his audience. When Luna did that, he didn't talk to her for the rest of the day.
The two continued talking for a while, but Lori eventually had to prepare dinner. Lincoln offered to help, but she stated it was Luna's turn to help. Lincoln came down with her anyways. When they entered the kitchen, Lincoln suddenly freaked out and headed back upstairs. Lori was left with a blank face as Luna came down. "Is Linc okay?" The eldest sister asked.
"Yeah, I saw him. He's just getting his laundry." Luna snorted in a British accent. Lori then felt her eyes go agape as she rushed for the basement door to block it. Within moments after Luna spoke, a couple of the Loud siblings were trying to break through Lori's blockade. Rule 29: When someone doesn't immediately tend to their laundy when they have a chance, their laundry spot is free game.
As Lincoln came down with his laundry, huffing as he went along, the smell of his clothes deterred his siblings away from the door. The last to leave the kitchen was Lynn, and it was no surpirse that she didn't mind smelly things. After Lincoln got his clothes put in the wash, he came back into the kitchen to find Lori and Luna already at work. Seeing Luna out of her room, Lincoln thought Luan might be lonely, since modt of the room-paired siblings hang out with each other on the start of a weekend.
He passed the livingroom, seeing Lucy and Lola fightin over the remote, with Lynn just watching. There was a small smirk on her face that he noticed. Maybe it was because she was in special seat in the living room? Then she noticed him and their eyes met.
Those pupils felt like they were extorting him of something.
He passed it off as nothing and went a floor up, dancing around the weak floorboard that wasn't actually weak. Lincoln made it to Luan's room, and knocked ln the door. From within, his comical sister invited him to enter. She was beside her and Luna's closet, looking for something. She was about to lift one of Luna's instruments to get more space, when Lincoln came in and she took the opportunity to tell him some of her standup. She shut the closet door and patted her bed for Lincoln to sit on. Her jokes were average for her ability in the beginning, but she began to make Lincoln smile when he grit his teeth the hardest not to. And it was impossible to laugh at Luan's jokes. In truth, the style of humor Lincoln loves the most was integrated in him because of Luan.
After spending half an hour with Luan, Lincoln, and the rest of his siblings, were called down for dinner. Luan continued to tell jokes at the table, Luna and Lucy were talking about lyric writing, and the twins were getting reading to start a food fight when Lori struck them down wih a spoon. Once dinner was done, Lori headed back to her room, when she got a text from her parens that said they'd be back soon. It was almost 8:00 at night, so Lori began getting the younger kids to bed. The Loud parents arrived home around 9:30, and were greeted to leftovers of the meal that Lori had prepared earlier. They had such great kids. They really had.
The Louds were not religious at all. Between taking delight in socializing and working, the parents never had time to think of some higher purpose. So Sunday came, but there wasn't much sun. In fact, from the weather channel, Royal Woods could see itself handling an inch or two of rain that came from the great lakes. The only person with plans outside of the Loud House was Luna Loud, who was going to a friend's house to practice and hang out. She expected something like rain, and to an extent it was welcomed. The artist understood that anything could be made beautiful. In that regard, Luna was like Lucy. What the rocking Loud didn'r expect was to go stark white that morning.
End of Part I
