Three days later...

"Good work today, Lincoln," said Mrs. Johnson, wrapping up her private session with her favorite student. "You're making a tremendous comeback and I'm very proud of you. You'll definitely graduate by the end of the school year." Lincoln simply nodded his head at her.

Since he came home from the Royal Woods Child Care for Mental Health, Lincoln didn't have much to say. Even his sisters actually respected his boundaries and left him alone, though he allowed Lucy and Lily's company from time to time. And at school, the teasing and the pranks against him had ceased completely. While normally, the level of leniency given to Lincoln would raise eyebrows, because it was connected to his month of absence and the harassments inflicted upon him before that, some of the student body, more specifically the students that committed the messy pranks, seemed to go deathly silent. It was as if they were haunted by the atrocities that Lincoln suffered from and what could have become of him. What if he had become confined to a mental ward?

"Check this out, Lincoln!" Clyde was walking Lincoln home from school when he showed him a video on his phone along the way. The video showed exactly what had been filmed of Lincoln's sisters portraying the Full House Gang, only fully edited with visual effects in the background. And Don Lee, the director himself, was shown as the pooper scooper, surprisingly humming while doing his job, and then humorously freaking out and fleeing the scene, dodging things thrown at him! Once the video showcased the new heroes pitted against the villain named Kitty, a comic book cover was shown bearing the title "Ace Savvy: Full House" and below were the words "Now in development! Coming soon!" And with that, the video ended. "Welp... they're certainly not getting their big screen movie debuts," said Clyde.

"Dad said it was better than nothing," said Lincoln.

"Yeah, but how do you think your sisters will handle it? Didn't your parents tell them?"

"Last I checked, I don't think they did," Lincoln replied. "Maybe it was just bad enough for them that their filming wasn't gonna make it big." The boys arrived at Lincoln's house. "So I guess my sisters will never know." But just as Lincoln opened the front door, to his and Clyde's dismay, nine of his sisters were right there, and eight of them were incredibly furious. Lori held her cell phone with the video on it.

"They know," murmured Clyde. While Lucy was present, even though her eyes were hidden, she was the one who wasn't angry.

"You've got exactly three seconds before we pulverize you!" shouted Lori. "And this time, no more of that whimpering, blubbering act of yours! I mean it!" Lincoln looked beseechingly to Clyde to speak for him, but his nose bled from seeing Lori despite her fury and he fainted. Lincoln felt cold and nauseous. Could this be true? His sisters, or at least Lori, all thought everything he did was just an act to save his own skin?

"THIS is all we GET?!" shrieked Lola. "We're promoting a ridiculous comic book that you'd read in your undies?!"

"You think this is worth anything, bro?!" said Luna.

"You made us look like fools!" huffed Lynn Jr.

"Some brother you are!" said Leni. "Wait... are you my brother?" It could be considered debatable whether Leni was being scatterbrained or sarcastic.

"And the director himself is the pooper scooper instead of you?!" snarled Lana. "You got dirt on the director?! REALLY?!"

"I had nothing to do with tha-" Lincoln tried to protest, but got cut off.

"Our stage names are gonna be on nothing but tombstones!" wailed Luan. "We'll be branded as fools forever!"

"Of all the simple-minded fools," said Lisa. "Never did I think you would submit yourself to be among them."

"This is literally the last straw!" bellowed Lori. "When we're through with you, you're gonna wish you stayed at that institution!"

"Please don't..." Lucy said, but her words fell on deaf ears. Lincoln dropped to his knees and his skin went slightly pale.

"Just look at you!" Lola scolded. "You're too pathetic!" She gave Lincoln a kick to one of his kneecaps, but not a seriously hard blow. "You're just not worth it! Goodbye, ex-brother!" As the angry sisters left the scene, Lincoln's breathing intensified and his vision began to blur.

"Lincoln?" said a worried Lucy. "Lincoln?!" Lincoln fell to the floor. "Lincoln! Lincoln!"

"Stay away from him, girls. I mean it."
"But Mom!"
"No 'buts'! You're all in so much trouble!"
"We didn't-"
"You seriously thought he was faking everything this whole time?!"
"Rita! He's waking up!"
"Oh, thank God..."

Lincoln opened his eyes slowly, finding himself in his mother's arms while on her lap.

"Muh... Mom...?" he muttered, steadily breathing.

"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart," said Rita.

"You're okay!" said Clyde, who apparently refused to leave his best friend's side.

"What... happened...?" said Lincoln wearily.

"You passed out," said Lucy, the only sister apart from Lily allowed to come near her brother. "You were still out cold when Mom came home and found you lying in the doorway. I... I got scared... I thought that you... would... leave this world..."

"Honey, Lincoln just fainted, that's all," Rita corrected her goth daughter.

"Lucy..." Lincoln murmured. Suddenly, his body began to slightly heave and his eyes widened.

"Lincoln? Lincoln?!" cried Rita. "You're gonna be sick?" A slight greenish tint appeared on Lincoln's face. "Lucy, get a bin from the kitchen, quick!" Lucy did not need to be told twice. In less than fifteen seconds, she brought a bin into the living room and Lincoln let loose, upchucking his stomach contents into it. All ten of Lincoln's sisters reacted in horror. There was no denying it - the exploits Lincoln endured were real as day. Lincoln coughed a bit before throwing up a second time into a bin. "My baby..." murmured Rita, almost like Lincoln had gotten sick for the very first time in his life. It wasn't, but it was obvious where this sickness was coming from. After Lincoln wretched a third time, he cried, his stomach slightly hurting from feeling quite empty as his mother gently cradled him. "Clyde," said Rita. "You should go home now."

"I can't leave my best buddy like this!" Clyde insisted.

"You did very well," said Rita. "I'll make sure Lincoln will be alright." Clyde conceded and nodded.

"Take care, buddy," said Clyde to Lincoln, hugging him, and then he left for his house, but not before looking back to Lincoln again as he went out the door. Shortly afterwards, Lincoln was put to bed and then Rita and Lynn Sr. talked with their daughters in the living room.

"We're sorry!" Lori pleaded, but the parents weren't having any of that this time around.

"Well, it might be too late," said Rita soundly. "Lori, you're revoked of all your privileges until you're 18!"

"NO!"

"As for the rest of you," Rita continued. "Aside from Lucy, I just have no idea what to do with you!" Lucy and Leni were past their grounding, but it seemed that Leni was going to go back to being punished for foolishly being guilty by association. While this was going on, though, Lincoln had gotten out of bed to use the bathroom. He had to hold the wall while steadily walking there from his room and hearing the talking from upstairs wasn't making him feel any better. After using the toilet, Lincoln leaned on the sink, panting a little. After everything that had built up since he came from the school, a dark line of thought had washed over him. Everyone he knew was giving him special treatment either to show leniency in light of his depression or just did so out of pity, the latter which he believed would be so undeserving. For a long time, Lincoln believed he was no one special because try as he might, he could never match up to any of his ten sisters, and sometimes they expressed that they were willing to keep it that way. Was he really their only brother? Or just some lousy patsy or scapegoat to them? Never had he felt so worthless. I guess it's...my time... Lincoln thought, as he picked up his mom's razor she used for shaving her legs. His hand that held the razor trembled and for a second, a familiar voice entered his head.

"Lincoln..."

Lyra! Lincoln thought. But... I need help! Tears shot to the boy's eyes and streamed down his face. He threw the razor to the bathroom floor and wailed loudly.

"MOOOOOOOOOOMM!"