At last, the time has come…the time for Lynn to reconcile with her…but after what she did, it would be a miracle if she even acknowledged her. Lynn sighs and proceeds to head into the Joker's Court, where SHE rules. The one connected to the people she wronged. Making up with her is going to be nigh impossible, but…she must press on. The chair slowly swivels to face her and we see a girl in a pensive reticence, streaks of pure white and vibrant yellow adorn the clothes she wears, but…there's nothing pure or vibrant about what had transpired 2 weeks ago…

"What do YOU want, Deca?" Luan snarls at her

"To apologize." Lynn answers

"Apologize?! Oh, that's a great joke! You should be a comedienne, too!" Luan laughs maniacally, before retorting in a serious tone "When have YOU ever apologized, Spoilsport? Well, it's about 2 months too late for that. You've had all the time in the world to apologize to HIM…"

Luan's face contorts into a twisted smirk.

"But you never did; And you even got Lola to antagonize him even further. Your mouthpiece even made him contemplate suicide. Do you know what would have happened to both of you if I found out you caused him to kill himself?"

"Kid…a bad time would be the understatement of the century."

Luan's face returns to normal, though Lynn is sure she thought she saw a yellow fire in her eye…no, it must be a hallucination.

"Luan, I…"

"Wasn't finished speaking. You need to learn some manners, Lynn. Now, where was I…? Ah, yes. It's because of you 4 treating our brother like trash that my protégé pitied him and decided to make things right. And then that devil of a twin sister merged you into the Trinity. But even then, they just wanted order to clear away the chaos…and then YOU fucked it all up."

"Lana…"

"Don't you DARE speak her name. She was the one to unite us all and break your superstition, but your unfounded revenge toward our brother blinded you didn't it? You killed her, and it's all your fault, because you can't admit you lost. It's never my fault…it has to be someone else's fault that I choked and cost our team the game, someone like Lincoln, who wasn't even PLAYING the fucking game, even though it's literally impossible for him to sabotage me, he still caused me to lose my edge!"

"It's true, though!"

"Shut up, Lynn! You know it isn't! And even after EVERYTHING that has happened you still have the BALLS to use our only brother as a patsy for your failures!"

"Eww, gross! I wouldn't cannibalize Lincoln! Besides, he would definitely leave a sour taste in my mouth instead of a sweet one!" Lynn shouts in disgust

"What are you going on about?" Luan states skeptically

"You said that I would eat Lincoln for his failures!"

"No, I said you used him as a patsy."

"Exactly."

"Lynn, I said PATSY, not PASTRY."

"There's a difference between the two?"

"Duh, a pastry is a sweet, edible foodstuff meant to be consumed. A patsy is someone to take the blame for stuff, like a scapegoat."

"What? But no goats have escaped?!"

"What are you prattling off about now?"

"It's in the Bible, the book of Numbers, specifically. Numbers 7 makes repeated mentions of sacrificing goats to repent for sins."

"What's your point?"

"Humanity has sinned so much that goats should be extinct from people sacrificing them all the time. Therefore, Lincoln can't be a scapegoat because obviously, he's not a goat, and, if he was, he'd already be sacrificed."

"Have you completely lost your mind? The analogy is supposed to be metaphorical! Ok, here's one I'm sure you'll understand…you've made Lincoln your whipping boy ever since you lost that game."

"No, he's not MY whipping boy…"

"Yes, he…"

"He's LORI'S."

"Wh…? Are you seriously trying to shift the blame to Lori, even though this is all your fault?!" Luan admonishes

"No?"

"You know what, screw this! I'm going somewhere where you aren't."

"Wait, Luan! I want to know how I can make it up to you!" Lynn pleads

"You can't. Even if you commit suicide, I still wouldn't forgive you. That's how horrible your actions against them have been. Consider yourself lucky that I don't kill you right where you stand and that Lincoln is still alive. Just be prepared for April 1, 2018."

"Why?"

"You'll see…" Luan flashes a sinister smile at her before leaving to go visit Lincoln.


Luan enters Lincoln's room and kneels next to his bed. Lincoln ruffles Luan's hair, just like when she did it to him.

"Luan, what's going on?"

"Lynn is trying to be nice to me."

"And was she?"

"I won't give her the opportunity. Not after what she's done to you and Lana. It's why you're still confined to your bed!"

Luan tries to tend to his wounds.

"So, how are your bones healing?"

"Great. I think I should be able to move around soon. So, how has life been at the Loud house?"

"Well, there's a dictator and a mad scientist running the place and they've made it worse than Pyongyang! So yeah, it's terrible. We need you to take over."

"Me? But what can I do?"

"I don't know, brother. But anything is better than this."

Luan finishes patching him up. Lincoln extends his arms forward and wraps them around her. He pulls her toward him in a tender embrace. Both of them feel…warm and happy inside.

"You know, ever since Lana died, it seems like you're the only one who still cares about me, Luan…"

"That's not true, Lincoln! Aside from those 4, we all care about you!"

"Why don't you take over?"

"Me? Aw, it's cute that you think I can bring the Loud house back to its former glory, but it has to be you. You are the link between all of us."

"Thank you…"

"For everything."

"No Linc, thank YOU for everything." Luan reaffirms

Both of them bid each other farewell, and Luan leaves to head back to her own room. She sits on her bed and faces the camera directly. She speaks through one of them…a 4th wall.

"Well, readers…it seems like Lynn is trying to befriend all of us to make up for what she did." Luan's face shifts to a manic expression, with an acutely crazy Cheshire smile, glowering intently at the camera "But it won't work. We all know what she's done, and nothing will make that right!" Her face contorts into a wistful, pensive visage; Her smirk changes into a small frown "Dear readers, follow my advice…don't fall for Lynn's façade, she's only doing it to try and lure us away from the truth. What would that be…? Perhaps, you should see how this debacle began…well, this is Luan Loud, signing out…goodbye…"


Author's Note: Why does Luan refer to Lynn as "Deca"? Well, it's because there are normally 11 Loud siblings. She already accidentally killed Lana thanks to the April 26 firecracker incident, so the sibling count drops to 10. What is the prefix for 10? That's right, it's deca. Luan is berating her with this nickname, basically saying "It's you're fault that there are 10 siblings left instead of 11, so this nickname will remind you of all the pain you caused our family!" Thank goodness that Lincoln survived Lynn's murder attempt, or else she'd be called "Non". Luan wants that nickname to mean "none", or "nothing".