( Lucy )

Lucy walked into the back door, which would be their commonly used door. First thing that she noticed was the warmth inside the house. The bus, even after Lisa's help hadn't gotten this warm. She entered a kitchen that was similar in shape to the house of the Louds, though much different appliances, though that was to be expected considering that the houses were probably constructed around the same time. There were plenty of kitchens she would like, though this was more than she'd ever had. It was even bigger than the kitchen at the orphanage, compared to the memories she had of the rare times she'd been allowed in. She walked around the kitchen, that was easily bigger than anything she had lived in before with Lincoln. Not that she was complaining, just comparing in her mind. The walls were not painted, but had older wallpaper. That she actually liked, gave it a lovely dreary feel to it.

Lucy made her way to the refrigerator and opened it, not sure what she was expecting, though it being stocked with food was not what she had imagined. It was a sight to behold. Never had she had such food at her disposal. She moved from the appliance that held the food, and checked the cabinets. Some had plates, bowls and cups. Others stacked with canned food, she wasn't sure if it was from the bus, or if it was new. But still, it was more food than she imagined. She checked the drawers, most empty, one held forks, spoons and knives. Another held cooking utensils, that she didn't know what they were for.

She ran her hand over the dining room table, that held several bags full of things. As curious as she was, she wasn't sure if she could look inside of them, so she ignored them for now. The table had six chairs, not that they would need them, but it was beautiful. It was older and a dark walnut. She wondered if the table had been in the house to begin with. She would ask later.

She walked through the doorway into the next room. It held a couch and a big chair. Both were back, though not the same shade, or the same material. Again, not that she was complaining. She walked over and put her hand on the couch. It was soft, and not dusty like she had though. She should thank the sisters for cleaning up so well. She turned her attention to the television across from the couch, even the orphanage didn't have a tv. She went to inspect the device, it was different from the one at the Louds, but that she assumed was due to it's age. She didn't mind, she couldn't think of a reason to watch tv she had her books.

"What's this," She muttered to herself. Picking up a rectangle plastic case from next to another device next to the tv. She read the title. "'Vampire of Melancholia: Season One.' Oh..."

She looked back at the tv with much more interest. She hadn't known that her favorite book was a tv series. She looked at the other identical cases, all of them numbered by seasons. She could watch the show for hours. She tore herself away from the tv, that she would soon be watching, if she had her way, and continued towards the rest of the house. The stairs that lead upstairs was blocked off at the top. She was curious about what was up there, and why it was blocked off.

She looked both ways to see if anyone was watching. When she saw no one, she slowly made her way up the stairs, noticing that some of the wood was newer than other parts. Lana must have fixed it. She did recall Lana talking about fixing stairs, the gloomy tween had just assumed it was at their house. She made her way to the door, reaching up to the door handle, turning it pushing the door open. She had expected it to be locked for some reason, but she was glad that it wasn't, as she slipped through the door into the upper part of the house.

…

It was noticeably colder upstairs. It was faded and dusty and put her at ease. She didn't care for the cold so much, but it gave her a nice spooky feel. She looked around the rooms noticing that the rooms were empty. Not really much to see, couple pieces of old furniture, but nothing else of note. If she ever was able to have the Mortician's club over, she would have them come up here with them. They would be at home up here.

She didn't think there was anything else up here that could interest her, so she made her way back to the stairs to check out the rest of the house. She was walking towards the door when a string caught her eye hanging from the ceiling. She tilted her head, and looked at it.

"Gasp. An attic!" She said, her monotonic voice slightly higher than usual. She reached out to grab the string, gripping it and pulling it and the folding latter down with a slight thump, as it touched the floor. She only slightly wondered if it was heard down stairs, though not really caring as she climbed the latter.

Once she made it to the top, she was surrounded by darkness. She reached around until she found a string, pulling it causing dim light to barely light up the attic. There were several old boxes, and older furniture. But her attention was changed when she heard a squeaking. She looked around for the source of the sound. She thought it could a rodent of some kind. Not that she minded. Then she heard flapping around the ceiling. She turned her attention, and noticed a black shape flapping about near the ceiling.

"Excited Gasp! A bat!" She said standing up, reaching out for the bat, that was now hanging from the ceiling looking at her. She wondered what it was thinking. "Come here little bat. I won't hurt you."

The bat seemed to be contemplating her request, though she wasn't sure if the bat could even understand her. But whatever it though, it fluttered down and landed on her outstretched hand. Causing her to emit a squeal that one who knew her, would never associate with her. The sound she though would scare away the little bat, but it only cause it to look at her, seemingly with interest.

"Contented sigh, you are nightmare come true." she reached out cautiously and petted the small creature. Who seemed to eat up the attention. "I'm going to call you Fangs. Come, Fangs. Lets go down stairs. We'll find you something to..."

She spotted a rather large bird cage. She would need Lincoln's help to move it. Of course she wouldn't lock Fangs up, just wanted place for him, or her, to sleep. Something she could cover when it was bright outside to sleep.

"Lucy?" Lincolns voice called from below the attic.

"Lincoln. I am up here. I need someone to get this bird cage down for me. I found a new companion." She called down.

…

Lucy stepped off the steps, and went into the room that she had ignored for the stairs. She assumed this was either hers or Lincoln's room. She went to go and look at the other room, before inspecting this one.

Looking through the door she stopped dead in her tracks. This room. It was truly a cursed dream. It was black and red. The canopy bed that she had used and fell in love with. A book case made of dark wood that seemed to blend into the walls, with books on it, along with a few items. A Ouija board, a crystal ball, a few stones, and gothic style dolls. Where had they found these things. The desk, that was made from the same material as the book case, and the dresser she noticed. The desk held notebooks, pens and pencils. Even and old quill.

"Stunned silence." She muttered ironically, just looking around the room. This was hers?

"Surprise, Lucy!" Lori, Lana, And Luan said with smiles on their faces.

"I take it, you are enamored with your room, Lucille." Lisa asked shuffling over.

"It... It is really mine?" Her voice cracked a little, more emotion that she had ever showed before.

Lucy felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned to look at the owner of the hand. It was her brother. Her darling brother who was smiling back at her. This wasn't right, she didn't deserve all this, as much as she wanted it. As much as it called to her soul. How could an orphan like her deserve something this great. She felt moisture run down her cheek, as she started to tear up. This was more than she could have ever asked for.

"It's... really for me?" She choked up, as her brother wrapped his arms around her, as she cried.

"Yes. Lucy. It's yours." Lincoln murmured.

"It's all yours, Luce." Lana said adamently.

"Yes. It's for you." Lori sounded as close to tears as she was.

"Of course it's for you. It wouldn't suit Lincoln." Lisa said.

"All this emotion, it's gonna make me cry." Luan said, not even trying to make a joke.

( Lincoln)

Lincoln held his sister in her arms as she cried. Luan had joined in, and Lori, fearing she would be next went to make something for their dinner. Lisa, who wasn't one for emotions, decided to help her out before she was 'dragged into the whimsical show of affection, Lana trailing off behind them. He had known Lucy her entire life, and had never seen her cry before. Then again, neither of them had ever had much cause to be this happy.

He helped Lucy up, and dried her tears with his hand. He hugged her again, smiling. This was a big step for them. He looked around then his eyes landed on the new companion Lucy had mentioned, hanging upside down from the top of Lucy's bed. A bat, how fitting for the girl to find a pet like that.

"C'mon, Luce. Let get your little friend home set up." He said patting her back, looking for a place to set up the large round birdcage.

"I want it over here. Sniffle." Lucy rubbed her eyes, that were hidden under her hair. She pointed next to her bed. "I want Fangs to live next to my bed."

"Okay, we can do that." He said picking up the cage and setting it on a table next to her bed. "Looks like it'll need to be cleaned out, and paper put down." Lincoln smiled looking at Lucy. "It might be a little underwhelming after all this. But I got you some things today. Some pens, and notebooks. Couple new outfits, and blankets. I even found you a neat bat towel. Which now is fitting."

"Lincoln. I thank you. This is more than I deserve." Lucy looked down to the floor. "It's amazing."

"Lucy, you deserve all this, and more." He sat on the edge of her bed, patting next to him. Which she joined him on the bed. "I couldn't give you all this before."

"But you did." She looked up to him.

"Lori, Lana, Luan, and Lisa did all this. Your Mortician friends had dropped most of this off at the Loud's. I wasn't even allowed here while they were doing this. You owe it to them. So, make sure you thank them. Okay, Lucy?" He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a side hug.

"I will be sure to show them my appreciation." Lucy smiled, one of her rare big smiles.

"Now, whatever they are cooking, smells delicious. Lets go see what's for dinner." Lincoln hopped up, and Lucy followed him towards the kitchen.

…

At it turned out, Luan, who had went to join the others while him and Lucy talked, turned out to be a wonderful cook. It seemed her and her father, while exchanging jokes, had also cooked together. Lincoln assumed that was why she was working at the restaurant, and the others were working elsewhere. He was sure the other sisters would work at the restaurant, but their callings were elsewhere.

"What a meal." he said, leaned back on the couch, while Lucy laid on the floor on her stomach, legs bent up, looking up to the screen as she was watching the first season of her show. She had read the books, and was just enthralled with the television show. He watched the show with a bit of interest. He had heard the stories enough that he could follow it fairly easily. Lucy had read him a number of the books before, and her excitement, even if she didn't show it, was enough to cause him to become interested in the series.

…

Lincoln was walking into town to the comic book shop. Now that they had the house, and he had a steady decent paying job. He had extra time to spare. Since Lucy liked reading, and he had enjoyed hearing the stories. He thought that he might enjoy comics. If not, he would find something that would occupy his time. Some hobby or something.

Lincoln walked into the store, and looked around. Brightly colored covers lined the walls, and inside the glass counters. If this was going to be his recreation, he didn't know where he should start. He figured he should just wander around until something caught his eye. And that he did.

He picked up a few comics and looked at them. Moving more towards the darker, more gothic styled ones. He did like the stories that Lucy ready to him. And maybe she might take an interest in the comics. That was something that he could share her as she had shared her interest with him.

"Haven't seen you around here before." A voice said behind him. It wasn't malicious, but it was rather intrigued. Lincoln turned to look at the person behind him. He looked at the dark skinned boy in front of him, glasses one his face, blue and yellow stripped shirt, and black jeans. Lincoln had seen this boy around before. He was always so cautious, and careful.

"Oh, hello. This is my first time in here." Lincoln said. Normally he was worried that people thought he was stealing. He looked down to be reminded that he was no longer wearing his bleached, and mended clothes.

"My names Clyde McBride, I'm usually around here, if I'm not home." The boy looked down at the comics that he was holding. "Those are kind of dark, is it a regular series you read?"

"I've never read a comic. My sister reads vampire stories out, and they can be graphic, so I thought I might like these." Lincoln said holding the comics closer to him, as if he was defending his choices. "I'm Lincoln."

Clyde seemed to be looking at him waiting for more. He couldn't figure out what he had wanted. Then he realized, Clyde had introduced himself by his full name. He was waiting for him to finish. Lori, and Luan had told him, if anyone questioned anything to tell them he was their cousin.

"Loud. Lincoln Loud." Lincoln said almost quietly.

"Loud? I know all the Louds, I don't remember seeing you." Clyde narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"I'm their cousin. Me and my sister just moved here." Lincoln, continued to look at the comics, not ignoring Clyde, just trying to find things that would keep him busy in the coming winter.

"Do you live with them? And L...Lori?" Clyde had this dreamy look on his face, Lincoln could almost imagine hearts in his eyes.

"We did, but now we live a... couple houses away." He murmured picking up another comic to inspect it.

"Lucky. All the Loud sisters are beautiful, especially Lori." Clyde said, then was quietly staring off into space. Lincoln almost just walked off during the silence, but then he felt a little guilty thinking that. "Sorry, I get lost in thought about Lori. So, I guess you haven't made many friends yet."

"I haven't..." Lincoln wondered if it was apparent that he didn't have any friends. Did he look like someone that people wouldn't like? The Louds seemed to like him fine. And his sister enjoyed his company.

"I didn't mean you 'couldn't' make friends, I just guessed because you were knew." Clyde held his hands up in defense "I didn't mean to offend you."

"Oh yeah..." Yeah, that made sense. He was supposed to be new to the area. He had forgotten, even if he had just said it moments ago. He'd lived here for a long time.

"How about I come by? I have some comics that might interest you, some movies. How about games? Do you have a game system?" Clyde asked eagerly. Either he was very friendly, or he was lacking in the friend department.

"Oh... I don't know if that would be a good idea right now. We uh..." He had to think of something that wouldn't offend the boy. But he couldn't let this boy he didn't know, know his living situation. "We just moved in, and there is... stuff all over right now. Maybe, once it's all put up."

"Oh, yeah. I can understand that." Clyde said. "When you're ready, you can let one of the Loud sisters know, Or I can stop by there."

"Yeah. That would be alright, I guess. But, I have to, pay for these, then go home." Lincoln said, "See you later, Clyde."

"See ya, Lincoln." Clyde left, and went to check out more comics, as Lincoln made his way to the counter.