The hotel the Louds were staying at had three rooms and a bathroom due to their large family. The three bedrooms were for the parents, older kids, and younger kids, with Lincoln having stayed with his younger sisters. But after today, the parents thought it best for Lincoln to be away from his sisters until they could calm down and let everything bad out of their system, but who could say when that would be? Not to mention, Rita and Lynn Sr. had to take Don Lee's advice and talk to their only son. They knew something was wrong. Not only had the recent Comic-Con been a total bust for him and Clyde, but the events got out on social media, leading them to be bullied and abused at school. And while Lincoln could have been more snide towards his sisters when they found out what he did, and with good reason given how they really made him feel, the poor boy was actually sad and scared. Sure, he knew his sisters could mutilate him in a second the instant his parents took their eyes off him, but there was something else eating away at him, something his sisters had been capable of wedging into his brain - failure. While Lincoln was still very young, he was also at the point in his life when he began to open up to the world around him and exploit the possibilities, but even at this ripe stage, he felt like he was just being barred, like no one wanted to even give him a chance. He felt that he had done so much for his sisters and other people, and to him it was now coming across as a wasted effort, or worse, getting taken advantage of.

While eight of the ten Loud sisters sulked in the other two rooms, the parents were with Lincoln and Lily in their shared room. Lucy was more indifferent, but like her parents, she also knew Lincoln was hurting and it had in fact affected her performance on the set. She also knew her sisters could have easily blamed each other for their debacle, and although they knew that no one else but Lincoln could have pulled the plug on the Full House Gang, from the little goth's point of view, it was her sisters choosing to blame Lincoln given the number of times he had already been their scapegoat. Lincoln sat on the double bed with his parents and Lily.

"Am I in trouble?" murmured Lincoln. He sounded like he was about to cry.

"Oh, honey, of course not," said a sympathetic Rita. "Come here..." Lincoln fell into his mother's embrace and cried as she stroked his white hair. Lynn Sr. also hugged his son.

"Just let it all out, sport," said Lynn Sr. "Then you can talk to us." The patriarch then sensed that his daughters were possibly listening in. "'Scuse me... Girls!" he suddenly shouted at the bathroom door. "Go back to your rooms now! I mean it!" His hunch was correct, as eight of them had been listening in briefly from the bathroom that connected all three rooms.

"Told you so," said Lucy to the younger sisters when they returned, though Lola simply stuck her nose in the air and huffed. After a couple of minutes, Lincoln's sobbing quieted and he began to talk to his parents.

"I... I don't know if you want me to think like this," he choked. "But... I feel like... my sisters have it so much easier than me... like all they do is simply appear and then they're instant celebrities! I-I know they have their talents and I... I..." Lincoln felt the need to cry again, but he did his best to hold it together. He sniffled. "I think they're using me... I've worked hard to help them at times... and when it's not working hard, they try forcing me and it works! And then they just... treat me like I'm a nobody... just because I'm not any of them..." Fortunately, Rita and Lynn Sr. were quick to catch on to the point that their son was trying to make.

"Honey?" Rita asked with sincerity. "Are your sisters taking advantage of you?" It would have been a soul-piercing question had this been directed to any of the daughters, though perhaps a lot more sense would have had to be talked into them first. Now, Lincoln finally had the chance to tell his parents everything, on the assumption that they were finally stepping their game up. After all, it wasn't just Lincoln that his sisters might have been taking advantage of. It was now or never and the young boy finally believed he had nothing to lose. Taking a few deep, shaky breaths, tears staining his face, he gave his mom and dad his final answer.

"Yes," he blurted out, his voice completely hitched. Both parents hugged him tight as he cried again. "I don't wanna be a nobody..." he wept and his mother gently shushed him.

"You're not, sweetie," she cooed. "You're not. Your father and I were very happy to have you."

"And we still are, son," said Lynn Sr., fighting tears of his own. "Tell us everything you can."

It took roughly 40 minutes for Lincoln to explain with as much detail as he could almost every single way his sisters have used him so far, either for their own gain or just to throw him under the bus whenever they felt the need to solidify that he would never measure up to them just because of his own hobbies such as reading comics in his undies despite being in the privacy of his own room. He also brought up that his own parents had failed to step in on numerous occasions and even got involved with some of the Loud sisters' antics, mostly by taking their sides, as he put it. Several times, Lincoln kept breaking down and sobbing and his parents could tell that he wasn't brown-nosing them or trying to talk his way out of anything. Just looking into his sad eyes told them he was being honest and truthful, especially because they too were trying to keep it together from seeing just how badly their son was hurting mentally. There was sincerity coming from both sides. Once Lincoln had finished, Rita asked him what could be a harder question for him.

"How long do you think all of this has been going on?" she asked. It was indeed quite hard for Lincoln, as he felt that the longer his situation had dragged on, the harder it was to recall how far back it was when his sisters might not have been entirely as unstable as he knew them to be presently. Come to think of it, when did it start? Right around when Lily was born? Or when more responsibility had been thrust on Lori's shoulders and it got to her either by stress or just getting to her head? Lincoln shook his head.

"I don't know," he moaned. "Probably as long as I can remember. It's a struggle to remember a time when things weren't so bad for me."

"So is all this ultimately why you made the decision to... well... do your thing?" asked Lynn Sr.

"Yes..."

"Honey, I think there's a little more to it than that," said Rita.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, to be honest... you've never been the kind of person who's... out for revenge, and I'm sorry if that's a bit strong. You're a good person and we know you mean well about others, so we knew that something drove you to pull that stunt at the con... and you were desperate." Lincoln nodded and swallowed.

"There is more," he confessed. "I created the Full House Gang... because I looked up to my sisters and thought it would be sweet to envision them as superheroes, like the ones I look up to... but I messed up... It just got to their heads and they used it just to push me out of their way and... and..." He let out a frail whimper.

"Take a deep breath, sport," Lynn Sr. advised and Lincoln did so.

"Then there's them making fun of me left and right... for the things I do at home... even in my own room. It's not MY fault they keep bursting in and invading my privacy!" More fresh tears fell from his face. "It was one of my dreams," he went on. "And I gave it up... I didn't just pull the plug on my sisters... I pulled the plug on myself... because they hurt me..."

"Oh, sweetheart," said Rita sadly. "We're so sorry. You didn't have to..."

"Yes I did... I can't have my fun if I'm just gonna be mocked. I thought I could handle it, but I... I can't... Not anymore..." A knot formed in his stomach, unsure of what the future held for him at this point. Would he get his life back on track? Or would his sisters mangle him to death first? "I wanna go home... My tummy hurts..."

"We are going home," Rita assured her baby boy. "We'll be leaving first thing tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Okay..."

"We'll talk to the girls as soon as we get back home," said Lynn Sr. "We promise."

That night, Lincoln and Lily slept with their parents. It didn't matter if Lincoln might have been too old to be sleeping with his parents because then and there, he needed help and comfort. And he also had to keep away from his sisters, as Rita and Lynn Sr. were fully aware of what they were capable of, but the time had come to confront them. This was not a case of playing favorites. As parents, they had to make sure to have stable living conditions for all of their children. Back in the room with the younger Loud children, Lucy lay awake for a few minutes after her younger sisters dropped off to sleep. What her parents didn't know was that she was having a change of heart and was fully prepared to accept the consequences of her mistakes. She was more worried about her big brother, sensing that his very soul was at stake what with sadness and depression consuming his heart. As tears rolled down her cheeks, she quietly cried herself to sleep.