I do not own The Loud House.
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There was something very wrong with the universe if a Loud isn't stuffing fried chicken, chips and pizza in their mouths.
However Lincoln Loud stared at the plate before him, the chaos of the kid's table was only background nose to him.
His food was getting cold.
"Lincoln. Don't you want your food?" Said Lucy speaking up.
Everybody noticed that he hadn't touched his food at all.
"...I'm not hungry," said Lincoln.
And then it happened.
The Loud house stopped.
His voice was small but he might as well have said it in a booming voice.
Even the Adult table in another room had completely stopped.
Everybody turned to look at Lincoln, and if they couldn't, they peeked their head around the corner.
A Loud, not wanting to eat the delicious fast food in front of them?
Was he alright?
Lincoln found that he was on the spot and began to sweat.
No.
He can do this.
He was a Loud.
He lifted the juices burger from his plate and tried to force himself to eat in front of them, but every inch sapped so much energy from him that he couldn't keep it up.
"I can't!" He said, putting it down. "I'm sorry, but I can't. Maybe... I need to sleep?"
He was out of his seat and heading to the stairs in a flesh.
"What was that?" Said Lynn Junior.
"Lincoln, just confirmed my hypothesis that's what," said Lisa. "Lincoln can no longer eat. The changing in his body does affect him"
What?
Lincoln can't enjoy a burger?
The whole family did not take the news well.
Meanwhile, Lincoln had shut his brown bedroom door and was now pacing around the brown carpet.
In the back of his mind, he knew it.
He knew he couldn't eat, but admitting to it would mean he was a freak of nature.
Every living thing ate, even plants.
What about if he doesn't manage to eat again?
Did that mean he would lose weight and eventually die or would it have no effect on him?
How was he going to explain why he wasn't eating when he went back to school?
His mind whispered about the existence of the magical backpack, he turned his head to see and then put it down.
He had nearly opened it when he heard a knock on the door.
He paused and pushed the backpack underneath his bed.
"Come in," he said.
Creek.
The door opened to reveal Lucy.
"Lucy?" He said, surprised to see her of all people.
Lucy too was surprised to be here as well.
There was an awkward silence between them.
"...Hi...Lincoln" she said, she wasn't big with talking.
And that's when she hugged him, he was stunned, but then he hugged back.
"I thought you died," she said.
She talked about death all the time but she didn't want to actually die or see one of her family members die.
Lincoln felt her shake in his arms.
He needed to comfort her.
"Hey, I'm a survivor." He said. "I'm Lincoln Loud. I would have come back, even if I was half dead. I can't let my sister's die before my eyes. How could I?"
They released each other.
"And not only that I have something for you," he said, making her raise her eyebrows.
He then took the bag out from underneath the bed and took out the book about the Archwood.
It was just as creepy looking as you can imagine, old cracked covers dust, spider web crawling and the moving eye.
Lincoln could feel Lucy excitement the moment she saw the book.
"I'm pretty sure there are no spells in this but do you want to read it?" He said.
"Of course I want to read it," she said.
He gave it to her and Lucy walked out of his room with a very creepy and ominous book.
Seeing her with that book, made him realise something.
What was the last time, he has given Lucy something to Lucy that he knew she would absolutely love?
He closed the door and sat on his bed.
He stared at the empty wall.
Wait.
Empty!?
Realising he was seeing an empty wall instead of a poster, he truly looked around his room or lack of a room.
Everything had been taken down.
His posters.
His aeroplanes.
His comic books.
Mr Bon Bon wasn't here.
His eyes widen in horror, as he rushed to the door and yelled.
"WHERES MY STUFF!?"
Seconds later he heard back from his dad.
"It's IN THE ATTIC. WE THOUGHT YOU DIED!"
The Attic?
The hardest place to get into in the whole house?
Lincoln cringed, he didn't even know where the ladder was and his parents would never let him up that thing unless they were there.
Did that mean he had to ask Lana and drag one of his parents out to get to his stuff?
With his father already tired, he was better off, enduring for a single night.
He sat back on his bed.
He wished there was some way to get his stuff back without getting the Ladder.
And that's when it happened.
In a giant blue flame, all his stuff was teleported back into his room, just like how it was last.
No sorting, it was just there.
Lincoln looked at his stuff in shock.
Was he dreaming?
Hallucination?
But his nose still caught the whiff of fire.
Wait.
What if he wanted his stuff back in the attic?
The fire rose again and all the items vanished.
He wanted them back.
They came back.
He tried this a few more times before accepting the awesome reality.
He could teleport stuff with his mind.
"Woah," he said before he smiled and took a comic book from his stack and began reading.
In the back of his mind, the thought of trying to move himself began to grow but he squished it.
What if the fire burned him to a crisp?
He didn't want to risk it, so he slept on it.
However, the seed of acceptance had begun to sprout in his mind.
"Bedtime! Time to get ready for bed!" Yelled his father.
Lincoln put down his comic book and took his shirt and took his night stuff.
He took a whiff of his armpits.
He smelled like nothing.
He shrugged and made his way to the line to the bathroom.
And judging by the line it's going to take him an hour to make it into the shower, so he waited.
And waited.
Finally, he got in and entered the bathtub, he took the soap and turned the tap on.
He prepared for the warm water to gush down on him but he felt nothing touch his skin.
He took a look at the sponge he was using.
The soapy sponge he touched his skin with, was on fire!
He threw it and the fire went out once it hit the wall.
He slowly tried again with the sponge.
The same thing happened.
"You have got to be kidding me," he said, and then he looked up to find the reason why there was no water touching his skin.
It turns out there was some kind of barrier around him and it made the water evaporate when it was close enough to him.
He physically could not wash himself.
He had no choice but to get out and go and brush.
He took breaths, put toothpaste on his brush, opened his mouth, he stuck his toothbrush in and then he felt that something had changed.
He pulled it back out and what was once a healthy toothpaste filled tip was now burned to a crisp.
He couldn't brush his mouth either.
"You have got to be kidding me!" he said.
The toothbrush that had served him well for a year or two was now, gone.
He had no choice but to bin it but not before given it a proper send-off.
He walked out of the bathroom grumpy, only to have ten pairs of eyes peer at him in the crack of their rooms.
His sisters.
He wondered if they heard?
He didn't care.
"Don't say anything?" he said, before grumpily going back to his room.
He shut the door.
He took it back, this body sucked.
He decided to go to bed and closed his eyes.
He dozed off immediately and when he woke up, he felt refreshed.
He stretched and said.
"That was a good sleep"
However, then came the silence.
He opened the door, expecting to see the bright corridor and noise.
However, he saw darkness and heard snoring.
What?
He walked down the corridor and the sound of snoring reached his ears.
How early did he wake up?
He made his way down to the kitchen and flicked the light on because there was a clock in there.
He turned around and looked up.
He saw a shocking sight.
11:06pm.
The clock was showing that it was 11: 06 pm.
He had slept for 2 hours.
Lincoln flicked the light off and rushed back to his room, he shut the door and went back to bed.
But his body betrayed him, he did not go back to sleep.
He stared at the cream ceiling for four straight hours before realising his body truly only needed 2 hours of sleep.
So he went downstairs and turned the TV on.
For the first time in his life, he watched early morning TV and it was awesome.
There was no plan he had to work on to make this possible because his whole family was asleep.
As long as he kept it down, he would have no problems.
But eventually the enviable happened.
He heard.
"Lincoln, what are you doing?" Said Rita Loud.
His head turned around to see his mother in a purple bathrobe.
She had come down for her early morning coffee, so imagine her surprise when she saw her middle child watching TV at 5:45 in the morning.
"Good morning, mom," he said, feeling awkward. "I couldn't sleep at all..."
And Rita looked at him, if not for the operation and his lack of appetite, she would have yelled.
"Lincoln, how long have you been up?" She said.
And Lincoln took the truth and said. "I haven't been able to sleep since 11 last night"
11 last night!? She did a double-take.
Should she take him to the doctor?
"I'm to go upstairs and get ready for the day," he said, turning the TV off and heading upstairs.
He ignored the worried look his mom gave him, and closed the door and began looking for his bathroom stuff only to remember what happened last time.
He sniffed himself.
Still no smell.
And he didn't even try to comb his hair.
He took off his PJs and opened his draw to get out his signature orange shirt and blue jeans.
They really did look uptight now that he saw them again, didn't have better clothes?
Lincoln remembered his bag and found himself turning to it.
Just a peak, he told himself.
He opened it up and got out the clothes.
The quality was so good that you would think he was an only child.
He wanted to wear it so bad, but at the same time, how could he wear it when everybody had been wearing the same type of clothes every day?
"You're treating yourself, Lincoln," he told himself, and then he wore the new clothes.
The fresh new and quality clothes, had his body saying thank you.
He took the bag and stuffed it with his school books and then walked out of his room, halfway down the corridor his Dad came out of the bathroom.
They both stared at each other.
The air was awkward.
Lincoln looked like a relative who came to stay for a few days.
And before the man could say anything he walked downstairs and went outside.
In the yard, he began waiting for Lori to come out so that she could drive him to school.
And then another thought came to mind.
Why wait?
Wasn't there a bike in his backpack?
Lincoln reached into his bag and pulled out the bike his other parents gave him.
He was not prepared to see how sweet it was.
It was solid black with a skull on the front, on the back wheel were two small black wings.
The bike said. "Magical signature recognised"
It was automated and no safety gear.
It was brand new.
Lincoln was impressed.
He hopped on and felt the bike balance automatically, and then he cycled off.
Completely unaware that his sister Lucy was looking at him rid off from the window.
It was one thing to hand her the Archwood guidebook but now he was wearing clothes and using a bike from that world?
It should have been nothing but something was telling her, to not ignore this.
Lincoln was getting a taste of something and it was super not good for the rest of the family.
And scene!