Hey guys! Welcome back to this weirdly depressing story I decided to write!

So a couple of you guys were a bit pissed off that Lori pulled on Leni's hair. I find it slightly amusing that no one in the comments said a thing about Luna throwing an entire drum set at Lincoln a few chapters ago, or that Leni slapped the living hell out of Lori in Chapter 2. Or that last chapter, Luna tried to pulverize Lincoln (and would have if it weren't for Leni saving him) which Luna hasn't apologized for. Yet the comments are complaining about Lori yanking Leni's hair... That's interesting to me.

I know that a lot of LH fans favor Leni and Luna, so maybe their actions are more excused compared to Lori's or Luan's? I don't know. Of course I'm not saying Lori was in the right to pull her hair, but she's not the only character that did something violent this chapter. Wouldn't Luna be abusive too, even more so than Lori? Seems a bit unfair to me, but it's not the first time I've seen biases towards characters. It's not like hair pulling is anything new in the Loud House, whenever there's a dust cloud of the Loud's fighting there's always someone pulling someone's hair. I just don't get how Lori's actions were escalated more than Luna's. Oh well, it's not like it's a big deal.

Anyways, I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Sorry if you see any typos, I was rushing


Lincoln couldn't help but feel bitterness at the mention of Luan's name. He was still yet to fully grasp her motive towards blowing up at Lincoln. Yes, he understood that some of it was to protect Luna, but part of her contempt seemed to root from elsewhere.

Lola scoffed at her twin, "Ugh, don't be so dramatic. You're acting like Luan's dead or something! Let's move onto something way more important!" The pageant lover hopped off her bed and rushed to the door, slamming it behind her in case somebody was watching. Once she thought the cost was clear, she skipped back to Lana's bed and lifted up the mattress.

"So, I know you told us to only look through Luna and Luan's room," Lola said, as she pulled out a little green book from under the mattress.

"And we did," Lana assured him, "But..."

Lola opened the journal, "We may or may not have looked through Leni's stuff too, just in the heat of the moment."

"We just got excited!" Lana held her hands up like she was about to surrender, "We wanted to be awesome detectives, like you!"

"But it turns out, we're WAY better detectives than you will ever be. Honestly, I've been the one carrying this case the entire time," Lola flipped through the book, grinning.

Lincoln would've rolled his eyes at her snarky remark, but the little green journal had him wrapped around its bookmark. He knew Luna would not be pleased about Lana and Lola getting their hands on another woman's private property. He had seen how upset she had gotten over it the last time. The last thing Lincoln wanted was to make her upset again, the less unhappy sisters, the better.

Yet, this was LENI'S journal! Leni had been a prime suspect since day one, this could answer his avalanche of questions about her involvement. Whether it could reveal her or debunk her being the culprit, the diary of a ditzy blonde would without a doubt be CRUCIAL to the investigation. And technically, Lincoln did not demand them to look into Leni's room. The twins did that on their own. Lincoln was not responsible for that, right? Still, Luna might not accept that excuse.

But Luna's anger aside, this mission was never about building up his ego like Luan claimed. It had always been about saving one of his sister's lives. This wasn't a case of a clogged toilet, it was a life or death situation. Lincoln found it absolutely heart wrenching and unacceptable that one of his sister's could be trapped in the prison of her own mental illness without him knowing. He knew depression could not be cured, but it was treatable. It was up to him to stop his sister's from...

"Toss over the book," Lincoln ordered, his expression grim.

Lana and Lola shared a smirk, before Lola threw the book at him. Lincoln caught it perfectly. The book was small, no larger than an iPhone with thin white pages and a cover of emerald green. On the cover was 'LEN-E' written in sharpie, the incorrect spelling of the name making Lincoln cringe. The book was in good shape, despite being used, no torn pages or a tattered spine. It smelled like-

"Can you stop examining the details of the stupid journal and open it up already?" Lola asked, growing impatient.

Lincoln took a deep breath, and opened the first page full of green words.

'Omg, dis is the 1st pag of the book! Totes kewl! Im like totes gonna tell Lor-e bout dis. She haz a book she rites in 2, and now we r book twinz! Like L. and Lana! But not rlly. Jst book twinz. I read Lor-e's diary b4, it is just 'bout her talking 'bout Bobby being good, then Bobby being bad. Then bout her friends being good, then her friends being bad. I wonder wat ill rite 'bout'

Leni's giant handwriting took up two pages with those several sentences. Lincoln flipped to the next page.

'Halowen custume idea: a sexy baby'

Lincoln gagged.

'Dn't think Lor-e would lik it tho. But I herd her say that she wanted 2 be a sexy cat. We culd sexy twinz! sexy cat + sexy baby = YAY!'

'Lola was here' Was written underneath in sparkly pink pen. Lincoln looked up from the book to shoot a glare at Lola, before returning to the pages.

"I feel like I'm having a stroke," Lincoln said. He flipped to the next page.

'Lor-e was like, so mean to me today. She like, walked in and waz all like 'Blah blah blah blah Bobby blah blah' Like, ugggggh! Then when I asked her what was wrong, she told me to shut up and threw a pillow at me. I think she'z still mad cuz I showed her frends that picture of her when she was like 14. idk wat the big deel was, it's just a pic. I take pics all the time. Brb, gonna take some pics.'

"You are the slowest reader EVER!" Lola groaned.

"Hey, lay off. It's hard to translate Leni's writing into English," Lana defended her brother.

Lincoln agreed with the pageant queen, he did want to hurry up. Feeling his brain cells kill themselves as he read her journal, he flipped to the last couple of pages.

'Linky is thinky bout da note.'

The next several pages were littered with exclamation points varying in size.

'UGH UGH UGH UGH UGH'

'THIS IS TOTES NOT COOL! I HIT MY SIS AND I CRYED! MY SIBLINGS WAS LOOKING AT ME LIKE I WAS A WEIRDO. !'

The rest of the pages were blank. Lincoln closed the book, his heart felt like it was in his throat. He wished he never picked up the book in the first place.

Lana slid off the bed and walked up to her only brother, "So, do you understand the point?"

Lincoln nodded, "Leni did not write the note."

"Bingo!" Lola said, "There's no way Leni wrote it, she can barely write in English!"

Lincoln pulled out the dreaded note from his pocket. It had been a while since he read it, the words always left his stomach in knots. He bent down on the floor and placed the journal on the ground, the last page facing the ceiling. He put the note next to it on the ground, comparing the two.

'I'm so tired. Everything is falling apart, and I feel so helpless. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being alive. I'm tired of everything.'

"Totes not in Leni's writing style," Lola bent down next to him, evaluating the two pieces of evidence herself.

"Yet they're both written in green," Lana pointed out.

"Green is a popular color," Lola explained, "Although it is inferior to the amazing pink!"

"Why has Leni been acting so weird then? She clearly did not do it, this journal explains it," Lincoln was still puzzled. Lola put a hand on her brother's shoulder, while Lana leaned his head on Lincoln's other one.

"Leni reacts to things in a more extreme way than other people," Lola tried to explain.

Lana nodded her head, "When we first saw 'The Emperor Strikes Back,' when Leni found out Darth Vader was Luke's father, she went into shock for an entire month. She did not say a word for the next four weeks, she just stayed in her room all day."

"Best month of my life," Lola reminisced.

"The point is, maybe the news you gave of the note brought her into shock. And if she got over Darth Vader being Luke's father, then she'll get over this. Even if it takes some time," Lana nuzzled into Lincoln's neck.

Lola cleared her throat, "Also, I'm pretty sure-"

CRASH!

A loud noise came rattling from vents above the twins' room, making Lincoln jump. Lola and Lana both turned pale, exchanging a look that said a thousand words before scooping up Leni's journal and the dreaded note.

"What-" Lincoln tried to ask a question, but was interrupting by Lola throwing the book at him, bouncing it off his face and having it land in his hands.

"Shhhh!" Lola brought a finger to her lips, her eyes shining with fear, "You have to get out of here!" She turned her attention towards Lana, "I told you we should've turned on the Blarney the Dinosaur soundtrack so no one would eavesdrop!"

"It's too late now!" Lana harshly whispered. She folded up the note and placed it in Lincoln's pocket, "Now get out of here before it's too late!"

"What's going-" Lincoln tried to ask.

"Let's just say we made a few enemies throughout this investigation..." Lola rubbed the back of her neck.

"No time to explain! Get out! Hopefully she didn't hear much!" Lana barked. The twins pushed Lincoln out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving him with the journal and the note.

Was someone listening to us in the vents? Lincoln shuddered at the thought. What could Lola and Lana possibly have done to provoke someone to jeopardize them?

Either way, Lincoln felt unsettled. Throughout the investigation, Lincoln's fear had revolved around one of his sister's ending their life before he figured out who wrote the note. Now, he felt like he was prey, and that someone much smarter and more powerful than him was out to hunt him. If someone were to listen into his and the twins' meeting, who's to say they'd stop there? Who's to say they haven't been doing this since he first found the note?

He walked away from Lola and Lana's door, deciding it was best he put Leni's room. He extracted all the evidence he needed. Leni did not write the note, that was clear to him now. The twins were probably right, Leni was just shocked at the news that one of her sisters was 'tired of being alive.' There was nothing to worry about with her, and there was no use for the journal.

Holding the book against his chest, he walked down the hallway littered with sports equipment, makeup, and bat droppings towards Leni's bedroom. After a few steps, the bathroom door flew open, Lori emerging with a straightening iron in her hand. She straightened her hair, now falling to her mid-back, a bit longer than Leni's, all signs of small curls non existent. It was one of Lori's famous go-to styles for when she was about to go out. All the fake blood seemed to be washed off her body, yet her hands were still a faint shade of red.

Lincoln froze in his tracks, alarmed by the sound of the door slamming open. Unfortunately, the better option would have been for him to run for his life. As soon as Lori saw the boy, she immediately rushed over to him.

"Is that Leni's?" Lori asked, inches away from him, looking down at the book.

Lincoln winced, "Yes," he whispered, hoping Luna wouldn't overhear.

Lori groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand, "Lincoln, you have to cut it out!" She snatched the book out of his hand, "Leni is in a very tense situation right now, we all are. The last thing I want right now is Leni more upset than she already is, and the last thing you want is to make me upset!"

Lincoln sighed, accepting defeat. He didn't need the journal, so there was no point in fighting the headstrong blonde for it back. He couldn't help but pick up on Lori's mentions of Leni. She seemed very concerned about her, which seemed like a good sign.

"Sorry," Lincoln said. He cleared his throat, "So...you and Leni are good now?"

Lori's face hardened as she shoved the journal in her pocket, "She's fine. We're fine. We had a rocky patch, especially since she slapped me in the face for no reason," she tried to raise her hand to her cheek, before realizing she was still holding a straightening iron in said hand, "But I think we're good. At least we're trying to be. We mostly talk at night, since she's having a hard time sleeping and I pretty much never sleep anyways. It's been better, don't worry about it."

Lincoln nodded his head, relief washing over him, "I'm glad to hear it."

Lori sighed, "I guess it's not so terrible. I feel like I've been a mess all weekend, we all have."

"Well, your hair looks nice!" Lincoln complimented. He knew discussing her would keep her mind off of things.

Lori's expression turned cold, "Lay off the flattery. It's not as straight as I want it to be, it's too frizzy in the back! Carol can pull of the straightened hair, and yet I can't! It's ridiculous! Bobby says-" she paused remembering Leni's journal, "I'm just gonna go give this back, and then take a nap." She spun around on her heels and walked towards her room.

"WAIT!" Lincoln called after her, making the eldest Loud freeze in her path.

Lori spun back around, her now straight-as-a-pencil hair swinging around her head, "What?"

Lincoln cleared his throat, guilt tugging at his heart strings, "How's Luan?"

Lori's shoulders slumped, giving a soft chuckle, "Yikes, I forgot she chewed you out at our meeting."

Lincoln blushed, "Just answer the question."

Lori sighed, "She's fine. We were just texting about it literally a few secs ago. She said she feels super bad about being mad and everything. Of course you can understand, especially because of what's happening to her at school."

Lincoln frowned, "What's happening to her at school?"

Lori scoffed, "You didn't know?" When Lincoln's perplexed expression answered her, she continued, "People in Luan's grade don't like her very much. They think she's annoying and unfunny and whatever. On Friday the bullying got really bad, so she's been a grump all day. But she's fine now."

Lincoln faltered, his heart dropping in his stomach. He had no idea. How did he have no idea? How did Lori have an idea, but not him? Was this a Senior Sibling secret or something?

Lori studied his upset look, "Lincoln, it's fine! She's fine."

Lincoln ran his fingers through his hair, "I should seriously go check on her."

"No need!" Lori assured, "She's off pranking Lisa's creepy cameras around the house." Lori gave Lincoln a smirk, before walking back into her bedroom.

Lincoln looked down at his shoes, his eyes growing wide as he re-evaluated what Lori told him. Cameras. Lisa...had cameras. Lincoln slapped himself in the forehead, Lisa had cameras? It wouldn't surprise him, she was always sneaking around and spying on her siblings with her weird studies. Cameras should have been the last thing from surprising.

Lincoln perked up, "She has cameras in the kitchen, doesn't she?" He said to himself. Filled with newfound hope, Lincoln spun around and rushed to the end of the hall. He sprinted towards Lisa's door, accidentally colliding into it.

Rubbing his now throbbing head, Lincoln knocked on Lisa's door with his free hand, "Lisa! Did you put up cameras in the kitchen?"

A scoff came from the other side of the door, "Well, well, well, look who decided to pay a visit?"

"Enough with the crap, Lisa, this is important." Lincoln banged his fist against the door. He didn't care if Lisa was still upset with him. He was going to get answers no matter what. For a second, Lisa did not say a word, as if contemplating whether or not to open up.

Finally, she spoke, "I am occupied with a new experiment. Shoo!"

Lincoln clenched his jaw, "Guess I'm gonna have to do this the hard way!" The white-haired boy jumped up and down and shook his wrists, "You asked for this, by the way!" He took a few steps back, took a deep breath, and sprinted towards Lisa's door. As he was about to collide with it, Lincoln extended his leg. Before he knew it Lisa's door had been kicked onto the ground, with Lincoln laying on top of it. "Ow, I thought kicking down a door would be way more fun," He slowly rose up, "Sorry about your door."

Lisa, however, was not even listening. She was sitting on a spinny chair, her back towards her brother as she poured a drop of chemicals into a beaker.

"LISA!" Lincoln yelled, stomping his foot to get his attention.

Lisa turned around, rubbing her goggles to defog them "Did you say something?" She looked down at the floor, only to find her door was ripped off, "Did I make another explosion without realizing?"

Lincoln rubbed the back of his head, "Uh, yeah. I didn't kick it down or anything. Anyways, I need access to the cameras you put in the kitchen."

Lisa pulled her lab goggles off her head, and slipped off her stained lab coat, "I suppose there contains no mishap in such a harmless activity. Follow me, older sibling," She waved Lincoln over, her little legs walking over to her closet. Lincoln obeyed her orders, following the little genius.

Lisa opened the closet door, revealing a giant television screen of every room in the house sans the bedrooms.

Lincoln whistled with amazement, "Wow, no wonder you wear the same clothes every day."

Lisa sighed, "I would've placed cameras in each siblings respective rooms, but unfortunately the parental units insisted that doing so would be an 'invasion of privacy.'"

"Yeah, yeah, just rewind the kitchen tapes to Friday after school," Lincoln ordered.

Lisa gave him a quizzical look, "Why...wait a minute," she slapped herself in the forehead, "Oh, I am an ignoramus! This is about the suicidal slip of paper you acquired in the kitchen!" she jabbed Lincoln in the stomach with her tiny finger, "I have to admit, you almost tricked me into helping you, despite my succinct vow that I wouldn't. However, I suppose we can bury the hatchet, as the suspense of who scribed such a note is killing me."

Lincoln grinned, "I'm glad we're finally on the same page. Sorry if I hurt you feelings by not asking you to help earlier."

"I acquire no such 'feelings,' Lincoln," Lisa clicked on the screen, at the small box with the kitchen in it. As her finger touched it, the kitchen footage widened, taking up the whole screen. They could see Lynn in the kitchen, a bowl of spaghetti on the ground. The athlete was doing pushups, burying her face in the bowl of spaghetti whenever she went down.

"Rewind," Lincoln demanded.

"Patience," Lisa demanded back. She dragged her finger to the left, and as she did so the footage rewinded quickly. After a few seconds, Lincoln saw himself on the kitchen counter with a jar of peanut butter, talking to Luna.

"STOP!" Lincoln yelled, pulling Lisa's finger away from the screen, "That's the same day! Look, there's Luna!"

In the video, Luna had closed the fridge door and was now walking away.

"No note on the ground yet," Lincoln noticed, "Meaning it wasn't Luan or Luna."

In the video, Lincoln looked down at his peanut butter, stabbing his spoon inside for another scoop. As he struggled to take the spoon out, a familiar blonde wearing sunglasses came in.

"Here comes Leni," Lisa announced.

Leni was tiptoeing inside, like she did not want Lincoln to see her.

"What's she up do?" Lincoln inquired.

The ditz's head spun all around the room, like she was in search of something. After seeming unsatisfied with her search, Leni snapped her head towards Lincoln to make sure he was still distracted by his peanut butter. When his aloofness was confirmed, Leni sighed. She started to walk away, before she just so happened to look up at the ceiling. She paused, now staring directly at the camera, giving Lincoln the chills as she looked directly in his eyes. Lincoln wanted to kick his past self, the idiot was too worried about looking at his peanut butter to see what was happening.

Leni gave the camera a slow nod and put her hand into her brassiere, pulling out a slip of paper. The ditzy blonde extended her hand with the said paper in it. After taking a deep breath, she opened up her fist and dropped the note on the floor like she was dropping a microphone. The entire time, she refused to break eye contact with the camera lense. The piece of paper slowly landed right near the fridge.

Finally, Lincoln in the footage looked up from his snack. He greeted the ditz, oblivious to all that went on in front of him.

"How did I not see this?" Lincoln asked himself, "That stupid peanut butter!"

"So I guess it was Leni after all," Lisa said, "Poor dear." She gave a soft sigh, before leaning in towards her only brother "I just to inform you that I am licensed in electro-shock therapy, in case-"

"But it couldn't be Leni!" Lincoln erupted, "I saw her journal, and the writing in there doesn't match the note," Lincoln explained. He suddenly started to feel dizzy. It didn't make any sense. He just proved that Leni wasn't the author, and now...His head was spinning.

Lisa made a clicking noise with her mouth, "Hmm, maybe the note-"

Lincoln turned off Lisa's voice as he felt a vibrate against his thigh, accompanied by a snippet of the musical score of 'This Is Halloween.'

Lucy had sent him a text.

As he reached into his phone pocket, he faltered. Lucy never texted. Out of everyone in the Loud Household, it was Lucy who touched her phone the least. So Lucy hitting him up was...odd. A wave of uneasiness washed over him as he slowly pulled his phone out of his pocket, bracing for the worst.

'My dearest brother, Lincoln. Sigh. My heart feels like it's drowning in guilt and sorrow. I know you have had a hard time with this investigation, and I know you have trusted my alibi. However, lies fill my soul with evil demons that haunt my every waking moment. I just wanted to tell you that it was me who wrote the note. My heart was sinking that day, due to Lynn's audacity to take the last slice of pie. I was heart-broken, and wrote the note out of pure rage. Then, when I was walking into the kitchen I dropped it onto the ground. I noticed and I did not pick it up, I thought I would enjoy the drama and tragedy that would have befallen the household once they found my note. However, it has gone too far and I released how much I have burdened you by writing this. Just stop the investigation, stop looking around for everything. I confessed, which will draw this mystery hunt to a close, closed like my heart. I understand if you never forgive me'

Lincoln shook his head at his phone, knowing full well Lucy didn't touch the note either. As he opened his mouth the react, a jingly text tone erupted from his phone as well. This time, it was from Leni.

'Linky, omg srry I 4got 2 tell u, but note was like mine. You no the 1? The 1 were I sed everyting was folling aport 'n stuff. Srry 4 worring u *kissy face emoji kiss face emoji*'

"What fresh hell is this?" Lincoln whispered to his screen.


Oooooooooh! Two confessions? According to Lincoln, neither of them make sense to be true. Do you believe him, or do you think one of them is true? Or maybe they're both true! Or maybe Lincoln is adopted and is married to Lynn! Or maybe Lincoln has been in a coma this entire time, and when he wakes up he'll realize that he's always been a frog and that none of his sisters ever existed.

SO MANY QUESTIONS!

From the very beginning, I was originally planning to have Leni drop the note by accident. But then as I was writing it, I was spontaneously like "Eh, let's just make Leni be smarter than she seems"

Special Announcement: If everything goes as I planned, then there will be only two chapters left after this one. I never wanted my story to drag on and be a million chapters for no reason, so I think a few chapters is a good time for a conclusion. The next chapter will be THE REVEAL OF THE NOTE WRITER! And the chapter after that will be a rewind of the story from the point of view of the note writer and other characters that know things Lincoln doesn't. Cause let's face it, certain events from this story need an explanation. Not all questions can be answered from Lincoln's point of view. Like 'Lola and Lana made enemies while they were searching for evidence'? What was that all about? Expect that question and more to be answered.