Hang on there Lincoln-Oneshot

by The Overstim Marine

To get a rare Ace Savvy collection, Lincoln Loud agreed to take the brunt for his sisters and parents and defused all the pranks Luan set up this Aprils Fools while they tuck their tales and went elsewhere. What can go wrong anyway? Just some bruises, scratches, and humiliation at best. Right? Loud House Oneshot

Hang on there Lincoln

Disclaimer: I don't own the Loud House (obviously)

Lincoln Loud cuddled himself on the bed, waiting for the inevitable judgment to come. The clock inside his room drew closer to 12 AM, the time when he had to get out of the room and face the Prankpocalypse all by himself. He had nothing to complain though, if anyone who is to blame, is it Luan for going mad every time this day comes, and him for bringing himself into this. Well maybe his parents too, for being cowards at best; he really wished Lynn and Rita will grow a spine someday and just stop Luan from tormenting everyone for her quote and quote "humor".

Lincoln: "You are there my viewer? At least I still have you by my side, not like my family are enjoying themselves at the beach, well except Lori are at university. Yes, I know you wonder why only I have to be here so Luan can pummel me with her creative ways of making people feel pain and agony. Because I was desperate. Two days ago, I participated in an online auction for a rare Ace Savvy collection. I was about to lose because the price kept going up and up, so I would do anything for more money, and yes, you guess right, I agree to save my family's butts from the madness of Luan. Base on the money they spend to hire actors to pretend like our last time, I believe they will agree immediately, and that was exactly what they did. I even convince Luan to focus on me only and now she set up a trap customized to maximize my pain and humiliation. I hope she will not record and upload it, or it will be the number one clickbait on the Internet. Oh well, my time has come, wish me, good luck everybody."

Lincoln jumped in his makeshift protective suit. It's just a mix of everything he could find in the house that can (somewhat) save him from some bruises, like Lynn's football helmet, kitchen gloves, bubble wrap, and some thick jacket. He even skips lunch to avoid vomit later. Carrying a golf club in his hand, Lincoln carefully opened the door and looked at the hallway.

Lincoln: "Ah, quiet and neat, but don't let this calm full you my dear friend. Just wait until a "pun" flies in your face. Wait, what is this."

He looked down to see a skateboard lying in front of the door.

Lincoln: "I expect more from you Luan! You really expect me to fall for this cheap frank?"

He casually kicked it away and walked out. And he immediately regrets it.

*DOOOOOONNGG*

The unbearable sound made Lincoln daze, his ears can't hear anything outside the constant ringing noise. Turn out the movement of the skateboard trigger two big gongs to hit each other right above his head.

"Like that Lincoln? It sounds promising! Get it?" *laugh*. Luan voice come out from a God-knows-where location

Lincoln lost balance and fell toward the right, leaning on the door of the twin room. The door suddenly swings open throw Lincoln into Lisa and Lily's room.

Lincoln: "T-that was. . .unexpected. At least my "suit" absorb some of the impacts. Where am I?"

Lincoln shook the daze off and stand up, and what he saw made him almost faint in place. All dangerous chemicals, explosive to be more precise, that Lisa had hanging in a net above her table. If that net was released and all the chemical mixes into others. . .

*Glass breaking noise*

Lincoln turned back and tried to sprint out of the room, and it shut close right in front of his nose.

Lincoln: "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" He screams desperately, trying to unlock it.

Luan's voice popped out again: "Do you know the explosion at the pie factory? The blast could be heard 3.14 miles away! What, too Lisa?"

Lincoln detected an alarmingly smell in the room. He starts to punch to door, try to knock it open.

Lincoln: "If only I didn't drop the golf club. OPEN THE DOOR LUAN! I CAN BURN TO DEATH IN HERE!"

Luan: *laugh* "So you want to heat up? As you wish!"

Surprisingly, the door open. But of course not for a good gesture lol. The chemical mix exploded right after that, sending Lincoln flying into the twin's room. Still not recovered from the blast yet, he pulled his face up to see something jump out of a box: a plunger flew right into his face.

"Uhm uhm." Lincoln tried to pull the plunger out, his vision was totally blocked. He stumbled into walls and doors, and he walked back into the hallway in the process. Right at the moment when the boy pulled it out, he stepped on the skateboard he kicked away earlier. He flips and fell hard to the ground.

Luan: "Look likes you are falling in love with it!" *laugh*

Lincoln: *physically and mentally groan*

It took a minute or two for Lincoln to stand up again. Now he looked like a dirty, half-burned rag, with smoke evidently flying up from his back. The only part of his protective suit still in one piece was the helmet.

Lincoln: "Ow, my back! Look likes I'm not up for a good start. At least no one here to see my humiliation. Well except you and the devilish "comedian". Wait, do you see something similar in those pranks?"

Lincoln: "Luan, are you trying to use our sisters' styles to kill me?"

Luan: *laugh* "Bingo my favorite brother. You always complain about how annoying we are, so why don't show you how funny our family can be! Don't worry Linc, it's not just their styles only because that is so lame and predictable, I have a grand finally save up for you!"

Lincoln: *groan again* "Well, I sign up for this, so let just put some bet on my endurance then. At least I clear two rooms, so Lynn and Lucy's room next."

He pushed the skateboard forward to see if it triggered any other prank in the hallway. It might bite him back later as he might step on it again, but he was willing to take this risk. The skateboard harmlessly traveled all the way to the bathroom and he didn't see anything happen. Lincoln then picked up the golf club and cautiously walk to the jock and the goth's room. His hands shook uncontrollably when he pointed the club at the door and touched it with that metal stick. So far, nothing happens. He opened the door and jump to the side in case anything burst out, and nothing happen, again. But right when Lincoln stepped into the room, a rope falls down right in front of him, a pepper spray attached to it.

Lincoln: "Ah crap"

The bottle sprayed straight into his face.

Lincoln: "AAAHHH! MY EYES!"

He cried and coughed continuously. Lincoln hopelessly navigated around with his red and watery eyes, he tried his best to reach the bathroom. To make matter worse, Luan put her leg out and tripped him right when he walked by her door. Lincoln stumbled ahead and fall through the open bathroom door, tangle himself into a bunch of invisible duct tapes. Turn out Luan stuck them between the door frame all this time.

Luan: "Look likes my search for Japanese prank finally paid off!"

Lincoln gave a shit about her duct tape, he sprinted to the sink for some water. To his dismay, no water came out from it. He jumped in the bathtub and desperately opened the shower. The pipe shake and instead of water, a dark, sticky liquid burst out and cover Lincoln from his head to his feet.

Lincoln: "W-what is these things?"

Luan: "Look likes your hair back to your normal age!" *laugh* "Oh wait, you still wear Lynn's helmets? Never mind!"

And if you think the torment end here, then you are dead wrong! A bag of glitter released on him, making him sparkle under the light.

Luan: "You have to see yourself right now Lincoln. You are the cutest boy in this house right now! Wait until I send this to our family."

Lincoln: "J-just. . . don't send it to anyone else."

Lincoln stepped out from the bathtub and collapsed onto the floor. He didn't know if he can continue this anymore. His eyes still burning, his nose still leaking out, his body was aching and he looked like a shiny Big Foot right now. But he had a promise to fulfill, and he will not back down!

Lincoln: "M-must. . . c-continue."

He stood up and try to remove the sticky liquid. After some back and forth self-debate, he took off his protective suit; the liquid only stick to the outer layer, his shirt and pants still (relatively) intact. He kept Lynn's helmet and the rubber gloves though; he cleaned the liquid out of it with some rag quite simply.

Lincoln: "Lori and Leni's room, here I come!"

He cautiously touched the handle and open it.

Luan: "Enjoy your shocking experience. . .w-wait, why did nothing happen to you?"

Lincoln open the door fully and see a device installed to the knuckle inside. Lincoln smile; his gloves saved him. He took the device out and took a tour of the room; to his surprise, nothing hit him at all. He walked to Luan's room door and speak at the locking door.

Lincoln: "Are you sure your prank still works in there?"

Luan: "I will be honest Linc, there is nothing left in there. I save the best at the downstair, just for you!"

Lincoln gulp, he walked to the stair and looked down, trying to detect any danger.

Luan: "Think fast!"

Lincoln: "What?"

A ball flew out from Lynn and Lucy's room, catching him totally off guard. The ball collided at his back, made him lost balance and fell down the stair.

Lincoln: "AAHH NO!"

He slammed into the middle of the stair and rolled down.

*the noise of the body of a white hair 12 years old boy collide with every step on the way he rolling down, mixed with his painful scream*

Lincoln landed on the floor, face first, he groans miserably. Luan fell to the floor too, but because of her laugh. To some miracle, none of his bones broke, but he started to question the intention of his "comedian" sibling. This is no longer a harmless and "funny" prank anymore, Lincoln could feel his body start to come to the breaking point. He lay on the floor for a few minutes to collect himself, before he pushed up.

Lincoln: "Luan"

Luan: "Yes?" She returned to her seat, watching him through the camera.

Lincoln: "Can we stop this. This is starting to get out of hand. Your prank is dangerous sis, this is no laughing matter anymore."

Luan: "Are you looking for excuses so you can have a pass? You signed up for this Lincoln, our I need to come in your room and take away your collection?"

Lincoln: "But Luan, what I trying to say is. . ."

Luan: "No, I planned a final for you, and both of us will enjoy it! CLEAR?"

Lincoln sigh: "At least point me to is so I can end this quickly?"

Luan: "You going to love it! Just go to the backyard."

Lincoln reluctantly walked to the back door. He saw a snare trap on the kitchen floor.

Lincoln: "You know, I learned something today. If a trap is too obvious, it means there is another trap around."

He carefully checked around, avoid trigger the rope trap. He found the slippery floor and overcome it with a chair.

Luan: "Not bad Linc, I expect you hit your face in the door! But this is only the appetizer, ready for the main dish!"

Lincoln kicked the door open; he didn't care anymore, he going to endure whatever Luan throw at him and called this a day. Right when he walked onto the grass of the backyard, a bag fly into his face. Lincoln blink and feel some liquid covered him again, but this time he can recognize the smell.

Lincoln: "Your finale is. . .dog food?"

Luan: "Wait for it."

A nearby cage opened and a hungry stray dog jump out. The smell of food on Lincoln's body immediately drew its attention. It rushed to the terrified boy. Lincoln's blood run cold, he turned back and run for his life.

Lincoln: "Get away from me! Are you crazy Luan!"

Luan didn't respond, she was too busy laughing like a maniac at the way the dog chased Lincoln around the yard. Lincoln trip and fall to the ground, he turned back and look at the jaw of the stray dog in horror. The dog leaped and landed on top of him, its jaws wide open when it tried to bite into the boy's face. Lincoln desperately used his arm to push the dog away, he instinctively kicked the dog in the belly, made it fly back. The dog was about the leap again, but from behind, Charles ran in and bite its leg, protecting the master. The stray dog furiously turned back and about the snatched the smaller enemy, but Cliff showed up and jumped on its face. Taking advantage of the preoccupied dog, Lincoln grabbed a baseball bat Lynn left in the yard. Just when the stray dog shook Cliff off, Lincoln gave it a resounding hit, send into the fence. Charles released the leg just in time, he stand his ground barked at the enemy; Lincoln stand behind, raised the bat in a defensive stance. However, there was no more fighting; the stray dog whimpered and ran away. Lincoln sighed in relief and came to lift Charles up.

Lincoln: "Who is the good boy, who is the good boy! And you too Cliff, come here!"

They came and lick on Lincoln's face, who was still covered in dog food. Lincoln laugh and hugged both of them.

Lincoln: "Luan! Come down here and play with us!"

Luan smile at the cute scene, she went to the door and opened it. But just when she touched it.

Luan: "AAAHHH"

She fell to the ground after getting electrocuted.

Lincoln: "Surprise Luan!"

Luan: "How did you do that?" She used a glove to open the door and walked out, but Lincoln still had another prank for her. She stepped on the skateboard.

*Noise of a ponytail girl slam the face into the floor*

A few minutes later

Luan uses the garden hose to spray at Lincoln and the pets to clean them. Both she and Lincoln laughed when the cold stream crashed into him; he was only having his undies on.

Luan: "Do you know what run but never walk? Water!"

Lincoln: *laugh* "Ok, that enough."

Luan turned off the hose. Lincoln dried himself with a towel and wear the clothes Luan brought down.

Lincoln: "W-well, that was fun, but not your prank Luan" His face turned serious. Luan dropped her smile.

Luan: "What do you mean?"

Lincoln: "Luan, your prank is dangerous!"

Luan: "No it is not"

Lincoln: "Yes it is. That stray dog could have bitten me. What if it was rabid?"

Luan: "Don't worry, I don't see any white foam at its mouth, and it didn't act weird at all. It was just hungry"

Lincoln shook his head: "It doesn't make it any less dangerous. What about that stair? I could get some serious injury when I fell down."

Luan rubbed her head: "Yes you could, but you didn't, right? And it is hilarious to see you rolling down like that."

Lincoln: "What about that explosion? I could get burned or get cut from sharps!"

Luan: "Oh shut up, we withstand a lot of Lisa's explosion. You quite used to it, I'm sure you can endure one or two. And the moment you fly out of the room is gold!" *laugh*

Lincoln put a hand on his face and shook his head.

Luan: "Ok fine, I will dial down the prank next year a little, you happy? I will give everyone equal share too, so you won't have to take all unless you need money again!"

Lincoln: "What about just stopping it for once? We tired of this."

Luan: "Never! You guys going to love it, and no one can pass!"

She raised her voice and looked directly at him, firmly dismissing his idea. The April Fool was like a ritual that she cannot live without. Lincoln flinched back at her attitude. Luan turned back and opened the door.

Luan: "Now can you go in and help me Linc? Do you know what I hate more than having a dirty house? Cleaning!"

Lincoln let out a defeated sigh and walked inside.

Lincoln: "Why did I even try?"

Lost in his thought, Lincoln didn't pay attention to the slippery spot he detected before. He walked on it and lost balance. Lincoln fall to the floor, his face land on the rope trap on the side.

*Snap*

Luan turned back and was terrified at what she saw. Lincoln was hanging up in the air, with the rope tightened around his neck. His hand fanatically grabbed his neck, trying to pry open the rope that was squeezing his airway. His legs kicked widely, looking for the safety ground.

Lincoln: "Hel. . . H. . .g . . .h . . .r. . .g. . ."

He couldn't even muster a proper word. His neck was painfully hurt, his lung kept gasping for air, but none got in. His face turned pale. His gasp was hopeless. His arms were hopeless. His legs were hopeless. The time felt like an eternity. Help me! Someone help me! Tears rundown on his face, his mouth wide open, begging for a savior. Not like this! I don't want to die! Help! Not like this. Help. Luan. Mom. Dad. Lori. Luna. Lynn. Lucy. Lana. Lola. Lisa. Lily. Anyone. Where are you? Where are you?

Lincoln felt his strength start to leave him. His body dwindling on the rope, his legs kicked slower and slower. He could feel his life was drained out. He could feel the cold embrace of the dead coming near. Memory started to run through his head, the memory about his family, his friend, his hope, his dream. All going to an end. The light faded away when his vision went dim. Goodbye. The arms of the white-haired boy gave up and motionlessly fell down.

"Wake up Lincoln. Please, wake up."

Consciousness slowly crept back into Lincoln's mind.

"Please, open your eyes Lincoln. Please don't leave me."

Slowly but surely, the boy could sense his body again. He could feel his limb lying on the ground. He could feel his wide-open mouth. He could feel his lung moving up and down. He could feel he was breathing, weakly, but still breathing. He could feel a girl on his side, keep calling his name and shaking him, his shirt soaked with water. He could feel. . .he was still live.

Lincoln let out a cough and greedily gasped for air. He slowly opened his eyes lid and look at the ceiling. Luan's face appear from the side; she was crying, her tears kept falling down into his face. But she was happy to see him still alive.

Luan: "Thank God, you are still here with me. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. How do you feel now Lincoln? Please, say something."

Lincoln just lied there, collecting himself. He looked to the side to see the rope that had been around his neck just some moment before.

Luan: "I put you down as soon as I can. That trap was meant to hang your leg up, not like this. I'm so sorry Linc. I put you down and tried to make you breathe again. Thank God you still live. Please say something Lincoln. How do you feel? Please say something Lincoln. Please, anything!"

He remembered now. He remembered anything that lead to this moment. A foreign emotion started to rise up. Lincoln's arm moved toward a wooden chair nearby.

*Quack*

Lincoln swung the chair into Luan. She rolled back, holding her face. When Luan looked back at him, Lincoln saw the shock and the hurt in her look; he couldn't tell she was hurt from the hit or from the way he responded. A slight trace of blood leaked out from her mouth. Lincoln looked at his hand, the chair broke into three pieces after the impact. He couldn't figure out how could he mustered such a force with his current state; probably it had something to do with his boiling anger.

Luan: "Lincoln, I. . ."

Lincoln: "You almost kill me!"

He yelled, and immediately regret it. His lung hadn't fully recovered yet. He had to stop and gasp for some air before continuing.

Luan: "I'm sorry Lincoln, this is an accident"

Lincoln: "An accident? You put a snare trap and a slippery floor next to each other and called it an accident?"

Lincoln try not to exhaust himself with his engaged voice, but he utterly failed to do so. Luan tried to prevent her voice from breaking.

Luan: "Sorry, I didn't think it could be like this."

Lincoln: "You didn't? Ok, fine, fine, maybe I can forgive you for that, but no, I can't, not after you try to take my life THREE TIMES earlier!"

Luan: "I didn't want to kill you"

Lincoln: "But you almost did!" Lincoln was finally able to push himself up before he continue.

Lincoln: "Did you ever think about what could go wrong with your prank?"

Luan: "I. . ."

Lincoln: "You lock me in a room with a chemical explosion. Can you guess the odd I get killed or get an injury it?"

Luan lowered her head.

Lincoln: "Very high! What about that stair? What if I broke a bone or two when I fell down? I ask you, could a thing like that happen?"

Luan sigh; she couldn't deny it.

Luan: "Yes it could happen."

Lincoln: "Definitely! You know, I have a great pun for it. I just take a break on the floor! Get it? Funny? Funny? Oh, what if I break my neck instead? I guess I just take a short snap. Go ahead, laugh!"

Luan put her hands on her face and cried out loud. You could have killed your only brother four times. His word drilled into her head, she kept imaging the way Lincoln lying on the ground with a broken neck, never standing up again.

Luan: "I'm sorry Lincoln. Please stop saying those things"

Lincoln didn't finish. He held up for all this time, this was the moment for him to vent out them all.

Lincoln: "You know what is the worse part? The way you laugh at us. You laugh when we are hurt! You laugh when our life is miserable. You laugh when I run away from danger. Will you laugh if that dog ripped my face apart? Or if its jaw sank into my throat. You laugh and call your prank funny, but had you ever seen us laugh at it. Had you? ANSWER ME!"

"No." Luan was barely able to muster her answer.

Lincoln: "NO! Not a single laugh! You make us hurt and humiliated so you can have fun, not us. We begged you to stop, but NO! Of course, because it is not about making us happy, it is about you enjoying it. I wonder if I should call my sister anymore."

Lincoln fell back to the floor and sobbed. Luan collapse to the floor. Her brother, maybe all her siblings too, see her as a psychopath and a selfish person. She couldn't deny anything he said. She had no excused for this. They just lied there and shredded their tears. After a while. Lincoln sighed and tried to stand up. He fell down for the first time.

Luan: "Be careful Lincoln!"

Luan leaned at him and offered him her hands, but Lincoln push them away. Lincoln able to stand up on the second try, he slowly walked to his room in silence.

The Vanzila stopped outside of the house and the Loud family quickly went out. The trip to the beach was truly pleasant, still, they curious how Lincoln handled the Prankopolyse at home. When they walk through the door, what they saw totally was not what they expected. They believe Lincoln would be lying on the couch holding some ice on his head, and the house would be dirty and in chaos. Instead, they saw the home clean, and Luan lying on the couch with watery eyes, holding a rope.

"What's wrong Luan?" Rita look at her and asked. She continued.

Rita: "And where is Lincoln?"

Luan: "He is in his room"

Lynn Sr: "What happened? Why our house is so. . .clean? Did you do your "funny" things?"

Luan cried: "It is not funny! I cleaned all the mess I caused. It is something I should do after what I did to Lincoln, to all of us."

Luna: "What are you talking about? What had you done to Lincoln?"

Luan: "I almost killed him!"

Everyone gasped. They all expected her to give him some bruises or scratches, not a mortal wound. They sat down around Luan and she told them all about the day. After she told them about how Lincoln was hung in the air, Luna carefully took the rope away from Luan. Leaving a hanging rope near a person just gone through shock might not be a good idea. Then Luan finishes with what Lincoln said about her. Rita pulled Luan in for an embrace.

Rita: "Luan, we know you never want us to be hurt. You just didn't think clearly before you created those pranks."

Luan: "No Mom, he is right, I'm a selfish maniac. I keep making you suffer and made fun of it."

Lola: "Well might he have a point"

Luna: "Lola!"

Lola: "Just saying. But we always love you Luan."

Leni: "Your jokes make me laugh all the time"

Lana: "You care about all of us sis, you are not selfish at all!"

Lynn Jr: "Yeah sis, you just need to dial down your prank down so no one gets hurt."

Lily: "Wu-an"

Luan: "Oh, you guys!"

The sister pulled Luan in for a group hug. Lynn and Rita cleared out the tear in their eyes; it is heartbreaking to see their children love each other like this. However, they had a more important job to take care of.

Lynn Sr: "Your Mom and I have to go and talk with Lincoln about this. He must have had a horrible near-dead experience."

They walk up the stair while the girls comfort Luan. But Luan knew she had to apologize to Lincoln for her action. She had to come up with something.

Luan: "Guys, can you help me. I want to say sorry to Lincoln but I don't know how. He is still really mad at me, and I don't blame him. I beat him around with my pranks and almost end his life."

Her sisters immediately showered her with ideas. Being super nice to him. Buy him a video game or Ace Savvy comic. Hug him tightly. Make him a poem. Sing him a song. Make a humiliating prank on herself and upload it on the Internet like what he did once. So many ideas and all of them sounded great. But she still felt something was missing.

Luan: "Thank you, sis, your ideas are really nice, but I need some time alone. I need to refresh my mind after all of this and come up with something on my own. Maybe I should go to the park."

Luna: "Take all the time you need Luan. Just come back at dinner."

Luan took a walk to the nearby park. Her eyes mindlessly gaze on moving cars on the road and some trash bins on the sidewalk. Yeah maybe I should do a prank on myself with trash, it will be humiliated at best. No, I will be too smelly to hug him later. She took out a note and started to come up with a plan to prank herself. She reached the park and took a random seat nearby. She was too preoccupied with her thought to pay attention to a man sitting near her. The short man took out a cigar from his dark jacket but reluctantly put it back after seeing the no-smoking sign. But something else started to capture his attention. He looked at Luan, who was saying her thought out loud without realizing it.

Luan: "Yes, I can end the prank with a pie flying into my face after I slam into the wall. I will upload the video online so everybody can react and humiliate me, then I let Lincoln see it. He probably will laugh at how I got what I deserved. Then I will sing a short song for him, give him the video game and hug him, and he will accept my apology. Yes, this going to work."

The man: "Miss, do you mind if I tell you that you are saying your plan out loud?"

Luan blush, then nervously laugh.

Luan: "Sorry, my bad, I just too caught up in my thought."

The man: "No problem at all. However, as I can see, you are trying to apologize to a man for franking him, aren't you?"

Luan was hesitant but then decided to tell him anyway.

Luan: "Yes, you see, today is the April Fool, so I go too hard on my prank and making my brother hurt. I did this sometime before so he is really upset."

The man: "I see. And from what I heard, you planning to humiliate yourself, buy him what he likes, sing for him and hug him, then hope that everything will be fine. Do you mind if I give some input?"

Luan: "Sure."

The man: "My young lady, that is really sallow."

Luan: "What?"

The man: "Sorry for my word, but let talk about each of your solutions. First thing first, why the heck do you think self-destruction is a good way to apology someone?"

Luan scratched her head.

Luan: "W-well, I think it like punish yourself so the other will feel better? I really don't know. It just worked the last time."

The man: "I don't say it does not work. I say it is not efficient or effective. Punishing yourself will help in two ways. It will fulfill your brother's desire to revenge and make him feel pity for you so he might let go. Do you think your brother really wants vengeance?

Luan: "Maybe a little, but I know him, he doesn't us to suffer."

The man: "See. And do you think to rely on another person's pity is a good move in the long term?"

Luan shook her head: "No."

The man: "Now, about the gift. Are you planning to buy your brother back? You harm him several times and you can just use the money to buy his forgiveness?"

Luan sigh: "I don't think so"

The man: "If that is how forgiveness works, my life will be even better than now." *laugh*. "Don't get me wrong, it still works, but it is not sustainable. You should use it to support yourself, not rely on it. The same things go with hugs, kisses, songs, poems. They are nice and they are a really useful way to say an apology, but on their own they are worthless."

Luan: "So what do you want me to do? I want my brother to forgive me."

The man: "What about changing your behavior?"

Luan: "Wait, that it?"

The man: "Yes, that is it! Why he is mad with you? Because of the way you treat him. I ask you: did you really what you did wrong?"

Luan: "Yes I did. I don't care about other feelings and do those pranks so I can laugh for myself. I hurt my family and make fun of it. I am reckless and don't think about how dangerous my pranks are.

The man: "Good. You have to know not many people can actually see their own mistakes. Now, what you need to do is admit your fault, and make a promise to him that you will change. Then keep your promise. You have to truly change yourself if you want him to forgive you completely."

Luan: "What if he doesn't believe me? What if he says I just make a promise now to go on good term with him?"

The man: "That is why I said you have to keep your promise. Do you want him to forgive you today or do you want him to forgive you forever? The action speaks louder than the word, and when he sees you truly change, he will just let go."

Luan: "Thank you a lot, sir. I must go home with my brother now."

The man: "I wish you the best. And if you hurry you can still buy a game to smooth things up."

Luan came home right when Lynn Sr bring out the Goulash from the kitchen. The entire family was at the table, except the white-haired boy.

Luan: "Where is Lincoln?"

Rita: "Honey, I talked to him, and he is still sad from being almost dead. So I let him eat in his room tonight. Don't worry, I will bring his meal up there now."

Luan: "No, let me!"

Her sisters looked at her with a wary look.

Luna: "Are you sure sis? He still quite upset about you."

Luan: "Yes, that is why I have to go. Just let me do it."

After a few minutes, Luan stands in front of Lincoln's room, holding his meal. She took a deep breath before she called him.

Luan: "Lincoln."

After a pregnant silence, she heard a voice come out from the room.

Lincoln: "What do you want Luan?"

Luan: "I bring your meal"

After a pause, he replied.

Lincoln: "Then just put it on the floor, I will come out later."

Luan bit her lip.

Luan: "I want to talk to you too."

After another pause, Lincoln opened his door. Luan walked in and saw Lincoln sitting on the bed. She put the tray on the table and looked at him, trying to not gaze upon the red ring around his neck, the evidence of the horrible even this afternoon.

Luan: "S-so, how are you holding up?"

Lincoln: "W-well, ok I guess? Dad wanted to bring me to a therapist, but I don't think I need one."

Luan: "That sounds not bad. Lincoln, I apologize for what happened today. I mean this whole Prankpocalyse, not just that rope."

Lincoln: "I still don't know why you were so happy when you created pranks that make me pain like that. You truly dedicated your creativity to humiliating me."

The anger Lincoln had earlier seemed to die out, however, he was still far from forgiving her. Luan lower her head; she sat down by the side of Lincoln.

Luan: "You were right when you said I didn't care about your feeling and your safety. You see Lincoln when you're passionate about your hobby, you will always want to do something bigger, something more special about it. Is like you with Ace Savvy. Reading comics is not enough with you right? You want to make your own costume, you want to join the comic convention, you want to buy the rare collection.

Lincoln nods in agreement with Luan.

Luan: "So I figure out I want to do something big and special with comedy too! I create the Funny Business, I start to do stand-up, I dream of performing in theatre. But above all, I want to save the funniest, most creative comedy for the ones I want to impress most.

Lincoln began to understand.

Lincoln: "You mean our family?"

Luan: "Exactly! When you guy came to see me on stage, I give a shit about other audiences. Well, that is a bit exaggerated, but you know what I mean. I was really happy when hear you guys laugh at my jokes and my pranks. I always wish our family will love all my jokes and prank. But that is just impossible. You can never laugh at all my jokes. You can never enjoy my comedy as I'm. Your humor. . ."

Lincoln: "Have limit"

Luan: "Yes. So I start to fool myself. I keep telling myself that you guys enjoy my work the same ask me. Over time, I start to believe that if you have the same view as me, that if I laugh at you when you trip, then you will laugh.

Lincoln: "So that is why you do all of this to us because you believe we will enjoy it the same as you?"

Luan nod and cry.

Luan: "It is really stupid right. I'm such a fool. I just closed my own eyes and my own ears with my illusion. When you beg me to stop, I just ignore, because I only care about myself, my own thought, my own feeling. I am really the selfish psychopath you point out. Only when you almost lost your life that I realize"

Luan cuddled herself and continue her waterworks, her tear dropped on the floor. Then, she felt an arm wrap around her and pull her closer. Luan didn't resist; she rested her head on Lincoln's shoulder and sobbed.

Lincoln: "So you want us to enjoy your work so much that you just fool yourself that our family feels the same as you?"

Luan nod.

Lincoln: "Luan, I'm really happy when you said we are the one you want to impress most. You know, I want to impress you and everyone in the house first too, because you are the want I care most."

Luan: "Me too. I love our family the most."

Lincoln: "But this is getting out of hand Luan. You were really reckless with your pranks. Can't you see how our sisters and even our Mom and Dad fear you? I am afraid if you don't stop now, you might change from fear to hate, like what I did today, and I never want our family to hate each other Luan."

Luan: "Yes, I understand, this is all my fault. I'm a bad comedian, who only makes myself laugh. So I promise with you, Lincoln, that I going to stop this stupid Prankpocalyse forever."

Lincoln: "Well that is promising"

Luan: "From now on, in the April Fool, I will stay away from home and go making fun of elsewhere instead. When I'm home, I will not say a single joke so you guys have a day off from my comedy. Just think of it as a paid back for what I did to you guys.

Lincoln: W-well, that was. . .good?"

Luan: "And you know what, I going to stop pranking all together. You're right, it only gives everyone pain and humiliation. Only prankster like me enjoys it. So no more prank!"

Lincoln: "Wow wow stop right there Luan. I think you went too far again."

Luan: "Wait, what do you mean? I thought you hate those pranks."

Lincoln: "No, I only hate pranks when they are too many or they are cross the line. I think you have many hilarious pranks, you just use them too recklessly."

Luan: "Really?"

Lincoln: "And besides, you said you prank us because you love us and you want us to laugh. I really don't want to stop something you do with good intentions. And this is your passion, if I have to give up something similar like Ace Savvy, I will feel heartbreaking"

Luan: "I guess you're right! So I should keep pranking you guys, just do it less often and don't go off limit?"

Lincoln: "Exactly! And maybe you don't have to stop celebrating April Fool at all. You can still give each of us a small and harmless prank. Like a bucket of water or something like that. You know, that invisible duct tape prank is quite fun, as long as you don't fly through the door like me this afternoon. If someone doesn't want to be a prank, just respect it and don't do it at all."

Luan: "Oh, we can have a stand-up in the evening, that would be quite fun!"

Lincoln: "See, just some small change and we can all enjoy your comedy."

Luan hugged Lincoln and gave him a kiss on his cheek

Luan: "Thank you Lincoln, for helping me sort this thing out. You are my favorite brother."

Lincoln: "I'm your only brother"

Luan: "Then I still favorite you! And sorry again for almost killing you. I know it will be hard for you to get through that experience"

Lincoln: "Well, I am still sad about it, but I feel better now. And may I have my meal? I haven't eat anything since the breakfast."

Luan: "Of course, I should go downstairs too. And hey, I have something for you"

Luan pulled out a game she bought and handed it to Lincoln.

Lincoln: "Weeds vs Undeads 3? Why did you buy such an absolute disgrace to humanity like this one?

Luan: "Is it that bad? Sorry Linc, I didn't know"

Lincoln: "Don't worry sis, just go enjoy your meal. Next time, just don't trust AE at all."

Note: Now is not April but the idea just popped out of my head. And I also feel sick about the way they keep use self-destruction as the way characters in Loud House apologize to each other. Hope you enjoy the story.