This is the world #P-001. In this universe, Lincoln takes place of Lily, but he's not a baby who walks in his diaper all the time. In here, he is a skilled painter... With a mental condition. Only few know what kind of paintings are on his twisted mind and how he makes them...
Lincoln had just finished on his new painting, painting them only with red paint. In fact, all his choices of paint consisted of red, dark-red, bright-red, bright-green (he ran out of it 2 years ago), and just a little bit of brown. I mean, he's not entirely crazy.
- There, finally finished. - Lincoln said with a maniacal grin on his face, all covered in said paint. - Ladies and... Ladies, my new masterpiece, "Mind Slippage". So, what do you all think?
- WHY DID YOU KILL LUNA?! - Lori shouted, pointing at Luna, who was lying on the floor with her throat slit open. - We forgave you when you killed Leni, when you killed Lisa, but this!
- What's wrong with that? - asked Lincoln, still grinning. - I just wanted to finish my composition! Leni didn't have enough paint, and while Lisa's paint was unique, she didn't have as much.
- It's their blood, you maniac! - Luan grabbed her head, trying to cope with the situation.
And indeed, he painted with their blood. All because he has a condition. A condition that was caused by madness happening in his family. Normally our Lincoln would simply relax and talk to you, the audience reading this fanfic and watching the show, but here he didn't have someone to talk with. At all. He didn't have any friends, any audience watching his show... Because no one in the world would like to watch this madness. Seriously, Mr. Savino of P-001, what were you thinking when you were making a show with a maniac as a main character?!
- So? I just like drawing, that's my hobby!
- Can't you just by a normal paint instead of using your family's intestines?!
- I don't have any money to buy paint!
- THEN ASK MOM AND DAD, DANG IT!
- They wouldn't listen!
- Ok, forget it! - Lola interrupted. - I'm gonna call the police.
- Yeah, me too! - Lori said, as all remaining seven sisters marched out of Lincoln and Lisa's shared room... And Lily suddenly crawled near young painter's leg.
- Yincoln! - Lily cooed as Lincoln picked her up.
- Awww, it's my widdle baby Lily! - Lincoln said to his little sister. - Do you want to participate in making of my new masterpiece?
Lily suddenly realised what he meant by this, and tried to get out of her brother's grip.
- I know you want it! - Lincoln took out a brush and an easel. - This painting is called...
Lincoln suddenly penetrated his sister's stomach with his brush, which turned out to be a pocketknife. - "My Sisters are Dead".
And so, he started painting, while spontaneously singing...
My sisters are dead,
Rolling in their graves,
I paid my final price,
I'm full of grit And my paintings are a hit,
Give me money, there's a remise!
They say it's just blood,
But for me it means a lot,
It fixes my eternal pain,
I paint with their blood, i draw with their veins,
What difference does it make if i leave a little stain?
I like to paint, this is my hobby,
It brings me so much bliss,
And i'm not going to stop, at any single cost,
Even if i hear...
- FREEZE! Hands up, brush down! - Lincoln heard behind him, quickly recognising the voice of a local police officer, doing what he said, turning to him with a grin. - Lincoln Loud, again... What's this time? The musical one? - Yeah. And the baby one too. - the young painter responded. - By the way, i didn't finish my composition, so i would kindly ask you to leave.
- No one cares about your composition! - the officer shouted. - Listen, kid, i'm tired of putting you in juvenile prison, just because you somehow find a way to escape.
- Lock pick brush! - Lincoln showed the officer his key-like brush.
- Yeah, i know. But this time, no lock picks will help you! We're going to put you in a solitary confinement, where no one has escaped! - the policeman noticed that Lincoln's grin widened. - Why are you lookin' so smug, eh? Jail is no fun, i tell ya!
- Well, while you were blabbering, i stole your liver, but let's not get into the details.
And, to the police officer's surprise, his liver WAS stolen.
- Why... You... - the man fell on the floor. - You're the most malicious juvenile i've ever seen in my life...
- What can i do? It's just my hobby! - Lincoln laughed maniacally, while squeezing the liver onto the paper...
Note: This song doesn't exist in real life, it was written by me, so music that accompanies his singing is your guess.
