This is it. You won't like it.

Lynn Sr. was a husband, father, and friend to pretty much anybody who got to know him.

What he was not, however, was a criminal. Lori knew this to be a fact. The Loud father never stole, littered, or even disobeyed the rules of the road— in fact, he read his driving handbook each night before bed for entertainment.

So why, then, did Lori see him tied up at the police station? Was that even legal for the cops to do?

No, it wasn't. Lola had something to do with this— her evil, smug smirk gave that away.

"Lola, whatever you're doing in here is going to come to an end. Now." Lori's demand was sharp and clear. Her tone was authoritative and direct.

Lola's smile widened.

"Oh, dear sister," said the pink nightmare, walking slowly over to Lori. Did she have a death wish? Why was she coming closer? Lori was just about ready to turn her little sister into a human pretzel if she didn't explain what was going on in the next couple of seconds. "What you see on that screen is simply my greatest work yet. Just listen closely to my orders, or I'll command the nice policemen to, well, rough up mother and father a little bit. They're under my control, after a—"

Lola's eyes seemed to bulge out as Lori grabbed her neck. "You what?", hissed Bobby's girlfriend. Lola had not even told her about the brain chips yet, and Lori was already seething with rage; she didn't like the fact that Lola seemed to not care at all about their parent's wellbeing, and was willing to use it as a bargaining chip.

The rest of the Loud sisters, save for Lisa and Lucy, gasped as they saw Lori grab Lola. She, unlike them, was not caving in to Lola's demands. Lori held her 6-year-old sister out in front of her effortlessly, staring into her eyes. "Answer me!", she hissed.

The pageant powerhouse remained calm, even when she was being held up in the air like a bag of potatoes. Lori was scary; if she was real angry, she was able to strike fear into the hearts of her siblings, nearly making their faces turn white. Her voice boomed with anger, so much so, that the sisters on the sideline stepped back in fear, despite the fact that Lola was the only person that Lori's wrath was being directed at.

"Brain chips, Lori, brain chips!" squealed Lola, laughing. God, has she gone mad? "I had Lisa whip up a few batches of them. I sent a good friend over to the police station to slip them in the friendly cops, and, now, they're able to be controlled remotely like a toy! Isn't it beautiful, Lori?"

Lola's voice was dripping, no, oozing with a tone of insanity. Her words were poison. She was only six year old, but she sounded like a psychopath capable of mass murder without batting an eye. Even Lisa, standing a few feet away from the kerfuffle, looked concerned with the tone of Lola's voice.

Lori tightened her grip on the pink nightmare's shoulders, and shook her back and forth in the air. "Brain chips? Is this a joke? Lola, explain yourself!"

And she did. Lori put the pageant princess down while she told her eldest sisters, as well as everybody in the room, about everything she had done. Lola explained that Hugh, Lincoln's old tutor, traveled the world and went to foreign countries, including Mexico. Seeing an opportunity, Lola asked Lisa to whip up a batch of brain chips to put in him. She did, and Hugh was soon under their control after Lola had spiked his drink with the microchips the day he was visiting the Loud residence. Lola sent her new puppet on a trip to Mexico, where he implemented another drone; the Santiago family's long lost father.

Lisa, using her funds from winning her Junior Nobel prize, had a hacienda built in the desert on the outside of Mexico City. After a couple of months, construction was complete, and it was time for the next phase of the plan; getting the Santiagos there. With brain chips, this part was easy. Using Hugh, Lola was able to send him to bug the minds of several Immigration and Customs Enforcement officers, and using them, was able to get the Santiagos down to Mexico despite the fact that they were fully legal and hard working citizens. With them out of the picture, Lola knew that Lori would have no choice but to fully focus on the war.

Of course, this didn't go according to plan at all, as was evidenced by the fact that Lori had just been strangling Lola a few seconds ago. The pink nightmare had only gone through the lengths that she had because Lori was probably the most important person to have on her side of the war; she was the oldest, and the others looked up to and respected her. All of that for nothing, huh?

For the most part, Lori had stood still while Lola told her story, absorbing what she had said. Miraculously, the eldest Loud sibling did not cave in to her instincts and attack Lola; instead, she listened patiently to the entire speech.

Of course, when the speech was over, conditions did not remain the same. Fuming with pure, primal anger, Lori reached out to grab the pageant princess again.

However, Lola had made preparations for this. Two, small square portions of the houseboat floor opened, and what appeared to be small, metallic arms reached out from the ground and grabbed Lori's feet, stopping her in place. She flailed her arms out at Lola, but the 6-year-old was standing just far enough away to be safe from Lori's grasp.

"Well, it looks like I win."

Lola's words were quiet but sharp. Unlike before, she wasn't smiling anymore, but nor was she frowning. Her face just looked… empty.

"Now, all of you, including dear Lori, are going to get a free check-up by doctor Lisa consisting of a shot chock full of small, friendly brain chips."

No one resisted; they saw what happened to Lori. It was no use.

"Let's start with our eldest!"

Lisa produced her syringe from her side pocket, and approached Lori, who was still struggling to break free.

All hope was lost.

At least, that's what everybody thought. Just as Lisa was reaching up to Lori's neck, the door slammed open, and a white-haired boy, followed by a black-haired girl, rushed into the room.

Lincoln stumbled, still in great pain from the shot, but quickly ran over to Lola, who was caught off guard. He pounced on her, bringing her to the ground. Lucy ran over to Lisa, who watched Lola in horror, slapping the needle from out of her hand.

It happened so fast. "Lincoln, you ruined everything!" cried Lola, struggling under her brother's weight.

Blinded by rage, Lincoln smashed Lola and her big, stupid head into the ground as hard as he could. He did this over and over and over again, not paying attention to the shrieks of pain that the 6-year-old was making in the process.

Her vision went blurry. She started to taste nothing but blood. Lola was certainly not having a good time.

"Lincoln, stop!" cried one of his sisters, but he didn't care. He just smash, smash, smashed Lola again and again without a care in the world of what he was doing. She had caused too much pain. She had this coming to her.

Miraculously, and without any warning, Lola grabbed her own face and ripped it off before Lincoln could bash her skull against the floor another time.

Lincoln's eyes bulged; he jumped backward in fear of what he saw.

Satan himself clawed his way out of Lola's dress, growing large as he exited the pageant princess' skin.

"Jesus ch—!" That's all Lincoln could say before the devil, now taking up half of the room, swiped at him, causing the white-haired boy to rapidly fly backward in the air across the room. He landed in the wall, making a large dent, before falling to the floor, every bone in his body now broken. The sheer force of Satan's strike was powerful beyond measure.

"I'm Satan, hahaha!" cried the red, giant creature that had previously been dressed up as a pageant-loving 6-year-old. "Now, you will all die!"

Before he could do anything else, Lucy sprang into action, a large book tucked tightly under her arm. She opened the novel, quickly thumbed through the pages, and pointed her finger at Lucifer.

"Qwerty!", she cried, an electric bolt shooting out from the tip of her finger and electrocuting Satan.

"No! NO! NO!", cried the devil, shrinking and screaming in the process.

Before he knew it, the devil was no more; where he once stood, now only air occupied. Lincoln saw his sisters running and hugging Lucy. The devil was dead. Lola, or whatever ruse she had been, was now gone too, and forever.

So, that was Lucy's secret! Lola was able to force Lucy to betray Lincoln by holding the fact that she was secretly a spellcaster over her head.

He smiled before passing out.

Lincoln looked at the ocean, sprawled out so peacefully in front of him. He had awoken minutes ago, but was told that he was passed out for hours. When he awoke, he found his mother and father safe and sound, returned from the police station. Moreover, Lisa freed everyone who had a brain chip implemented in them. She was not punished due to the fact that Lola had forced her to do what she had done.

The healing process would take a long time. He'd have to get back on good terms with Clyde. He'd have to help Ronnie Anne and the rest of the Santiagos settle back into their old lives. He'd have to help his sisters through the loss of Lola.

For now, though, Lincoln simply watched the waves crash on to the shore.