Just a few small announcements before I begin. First, I got the idea yesterday that maybe, if I like a story enough and people seem to appreciate it, I can expand it into its own story. I think I'll try to do that soon, either with last chapter or a future one people like.
Second, I think I'm going to make a rule about requests; nothing based on another fanfic. So, Guest, as much as I would like to do something based off Prodigal, I don't want to get in trouble lol.
Anyways, here's a story inspired by way too much time looking at fanart…
"LISA!"
The young scientist was in her bunker, keeping dedicated watch over a tall glass chamber. Though it was slightly opaque, due to the steam and gas inside, Lisa could still see the silhouette of what was inside, and that was what she was interested in. Still, life called her away from her science all the time, and this time it was in the form of her brother Lincoln. Of course, she expected this…
Lisa turned her head and put on her faux-innocent grin as she watched her brother descend into her bunker lab. "Why, hello, dear brother. What brings you to my humble work station?" she said, making a small attempt at innocence. This did not fool Lincoln.
"Don't play games with me, Lisa. Where is Bun Bun?"
"You mean your stuffed Oryctolagus cuniculus? I have not seen it. Perhaps you could ask…"
"I already asked some of our sisters. At first, I thought Lana took it and started chewing it up like she sometimes tries to, then I thought Luan took it to put a voice box in to prank me like she did once or twice, but both of them assured me they didn't have Bun Bun. And then I heard from Leni that she saw you with Bun Bun, so…" Lincoln said as he crossed his arms in frustration, "Where is Bun Bun?"
Lisa sighed. She had hoped he wouldn't have caught on so soon, but it was hard to keep secrets in a house of thirteen (of course, even the pets could spill secrets sometimes, so perhaps that number should be bigger). She gestured for Lincoln to come closer, and as he approached her she pointed at the large glass chamber she had been previously observing.
"Yes, Lincoln, I'll admit that I stole away with your stuffed toy, but it was necessary for an experiment that I wanted to attempt."
"Experiment?" Lincoln repeated, his face paling slightly, "Oh no. Did you set Bun Bun on fire? Did you dissolve him with acid? Did you feed him to one of your mutants? Did you… did you…"
"CALM DOWN, BROTHER! You're hyperventilating," Lisa said as she handed him a small lunch bag for him to breathe into. As he started calming himself by breathing in and out of the bag, Lisa started to explain what was happening to his stuffed doll;
"Lincoln, have you ever heard of homunculi?"
"Not really," the young boy admitted.
"Well, the idea of homunculi stretches all the way back to the old alchemists. They believed that, just as humans can create other humans with sperm and eggs…"
"Lisa, how do you know about that stuff?!"
"Please, Lincoln, do not interrupt," she responded with a twinge of annoyance, before clearing her throat and resuming, "As I was saying, they believed that humans could create other humanoids by chemical, or in their case alchemical, means. Essentially, Lincoln, I decided to create a new humanoid form of life, and your stuffed rabbit provided me with a good base."
Lincoln looked confused, before it slowly dawned on him what the genius was saying. He looked into the towering chamber before them, peering in with squinting eyes, when he noticed a human silhouette, practically his size. He turned back to Lisa and pointed at it with a mix of disbelief and awe. "So that… in there…"
Lisa grinned. "Why don't you ask her yourself?" she said as she pressed a large red button on the side of the machine. The glass slowly began to rise, and the steam escaped from the inside. Lincoln coughed and waved the hot gas away from his face (and tried to wave some of it away from Lisa. He was a good brother) as he and Lisa finally saw the fruits of her labor more clearly.
Inside was what looked like a young girl, approximately the same size as Lincoln, though that wasn't what intrigued Lincoln. The girl had… bunny ears coming out of her brownish-whie hair. Lincoln gaped at them and then turned his head to back to Lisa, who was looking rather proud of herself.
"Lincoln, I present to you… Bun Bun!"
The new humanized Bun Bun coughed softly, causing both Lincoln and Lisa to look back to her. She looked at Lisa with glossy eyes, and then shifted towards Lincoln. A smile grew on her face when she caught sight of the familiar white-haired boy.
"H-hi Lincoln. It's me…" she said shyly before trailing off. Lincoln, whose mind was still in shock, responded the only way he felt appropriate;
"You… YOU'RE A GIRL?"
As night time descended on the Loud House, all the siblings went to their rooms for bed. After saying good night to the twins, Lincoln closed the door to his room, and turned to look at his bed. He jumped in the air when he noticed Bun Bun was sitting on it.
"I'm glad your family seemed to like me," said Bun Bun, "They were really nice. I thought they would be meaner based on some of the things you said to me…"
"Y-yeah. I was kinda venting back then. They really are all great. I just… have fights with them sometimes…" Lincoln stammered, "Well, good night, Bun Bun," he said, as he tucked himself into bed.
The homunculus got up from his bed and whispered a soft "Good night, Lincoln." She reached for the handle of the door, ready to find somewhere else to sleep…
"Um, Bun Bun?"
The girl looked back to Lincoln, who was now blushing a soft red. "Can you… Well, you know how I sometimes need you to get to sleep…"
"Yeah?"
"Um…" Lincoln said as he looked down, to avoid eye contact with her, "Can you… stay with me?"
Much to his surprise, Bun Bun didn't seem to aggressively call him a pervert. Rather, she smiled and lifted the covers, comfortable snuggling herself next to the shame-filled boy. Lincoln had a strong hesitation at first, but Bun Bun's inviting presence and warm smile encouraged him to wrap his arms around the rabbit girl, as if she were still his Bun Bun doll.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Lincoln, I'm still the same Bun Bun I always was. I didn't mind it then, and I don't mind it now," she responded sweetly, brushing a little of his hair. Lincoln felt more weirded out by all this than anything before in his life, but still… she was right. It was still Bun Bun, the rabbit that he had his whole life.
The rabbit that helped him sleep at night.
The rabbit that… he liked hugging.
"G-good night, Bun Bun."
"Good night, Lincoln."
The boy closed his eyes and smiled slightly, and hugged his rabbit just a little tighter.
Dang, that was weird. Course, it would have been weirder if they went a little further~
Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think, and leave a request if you have one.
