This is a sequel to chapter 8 of AberrantScript's All in the Life of a Loud. By this point, you know the score. You should really read his chapter 8 so you know what's going on. I apologize if this is getting confusing or annoying, but hey, I'm having fun, and that's what this site is about, right?

Lisa descended the basement stairs, her gloved hand trailing the dusty banister. At the bottom, she stopped. The wide, stone-walled space was filled with dozens and dozens of incubators in neat rows. She walked along the first, pausing to look inside one: A tiny fetus was growing. Lisa flashed a shark-like smile. She designed the incubators to expedite the process: In only a few short days, she would have an army of Nazi Lincolns at her disposal. Then, she would bring forth an army of Lenis and Loris from the multiverse and mate them. She had to get lucky with at least one pairing.

Pleased with herself, she went into the next room, where she had installed a crematorium. A dozen bodies wrapped in black plastic awaited disposal, including the original Nazi Lincoln, killed by a psychotic Leni-from-another-dimension. Lisa pushed a button, and the depths of crematorium filled with fire. She bent, grabbed Nazi Lincoln, and winced when a loud CRASH! followed by the sound of breaking glass filled the world. I swear to Himmler if someone broke one of those incubators...

She whipped out the Mauser and went into the main antechamber of the basement, freezing when she saw the entire first row lying broken on the ground, Lincoln fetuses scattered like pale shrimp on the deck of a trawler. Rage filled Lisa, and she bared her teeth. When she looked up, her face fell.

Leni stood among the ruins, looking confused. When she saw Lisa, her eyes brightened and she waved. "Hi, Lisa!"

"What are you doing here?"

Leni was dead.

"I don't know," Leni said, touching her chin with her index finger. "I woke up in your closet and..."

BANG!

Muttering angrily to herself, Lisa went up the stairs. In the kitchen, she jerked. A group of Leni's stood by the counter happily prattling to one another. Lori was standing against the fridge texting, while another Lori wandered about, looking around. "Where am I?"

Dear, God, the teleporter was malfunctioning!

Lincoln came into the kitchen, holding hands with Luan. Behind them, Lynn bared her teeth. "You don't remember the camping trip, Lincoln? We had sex!"

"Nope," Lincoln said, "don't remember it at all. Do you remember the big snow storm?"

"The what?"

A gaggle of Lucys came next, followed by yet another Luan. She was holding what looked like a video game controller, a black cord dangling down. "Hey, Linc, wanna play a game?"

Another Luan came in, scratching her crotch. "My funny bone itches."

Lisa put her hand to her head. This was not good.

"Hey, Lise, nice outfit," Luan said. "I did Nazi that coming."

Lisa shoved the moron out of her way and hurried to her room, passing more Lincolns, Lynns, and Lenis. In her room, she found Lucy – her Lucy, with the red armband – pointing a Luger at a man with bushy black hair and a snake tattoo on one forearm. He was wearing a black button-up shirt open at the throat, the cuffs rolled up. "C'mon, honey," he said, his hands up, "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Lisa whipped out the Mauser and shot him.

"Something's happening," Lucy said.

"I know that, Lucy," Lisa said tightly. She went over to her computer and typed out a halt order, but before it went through, the screen turned blue. "Goddamn it!" Lisa roared, punching it and knocking it over.

The archway lit up, and a man in a suit came through. His leathery skin was stretched tight across his skull and his gums were gray. "Where's Lincoln?" he asked. "Where's Mother?"

Lucy shot him.

"Do something."

"I'm trying!"

Lisa picked the screen up and sat it back on the desk. She waited for it to reload while more Lincolns, Luans, Lunas, Lenis, and Loris spilled out of the closet. Finally, the computer came to life and she typed out another halt order. This time, the archway went dark with an electric whrrrrr.

"Now," Lisa said, getting up and crossing to a green crate with a swastika on it. "We eliminate the extras. Spare as many Lenis and Loris as you can." She opened the crate and pulled out two StG 44 rifles. She handed one to Lucy.

In the hallway, a line of Lucys, Lincolns, and Lynns waited for the bathroom. Lisa brought her rifle up and depressed the trigger: Eight copies of her siblings jerked and spun, their blood splattering the wall. She kicked open the bathroom door, and found Lynn sitting on the toilet, her shorts around her ankles. Lisa brought the gun up, and a look of terror crossed Lynn's face. The burst caught her in the chest; she toppled off the toilet and fell into the space between it and the tub.

Downstairs, a gang of sibling clones had gathered in the living room. Lisa found Lucy holding her rifle on them. "On your knees," Lisa commanded, "all of you."

"Lisa...?" Lori asked.

"Now, goddamn it! Get on your knees!" Everyone looked at her strangely, and it was only then that she realized she had spoken in German, so she repeated herself in English.

Looking scared, her siblings complied, kneeling and facing away from her.

"Hands on the back of your heads," Lisa said.

When they were in position, she nodded to Lucy. Together, they raised their rifles and opened fire.