Author's Note: The following story is a meta-reference because this is my assurance to Loud House fans that I will write this series, keeping as close to style, theme and moral of the original show as possible. Also, this is my first short AND one-shot fic ever. Enjoy the show.
(Luna is casually walking in the hallway of the Loud residence. Just when she's about to enter her and Luan's room, she hears something she wouldn't normally - classic music. She keep walking to the source of it, and it appears to be Lincoln's room. She knocks on the door.)
Lincoln: It's open.
(Luna opens the door and enters her only brother's room.)
Luna: Hey, little bro. Fancy hearing you listening to classic music.
(As she keeps hearing it a bit more, she realizes that he's actually listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.)
Luna: Why the sad one, though? (then she notices a heavy, depressive look on his face) Oh...what's wrong, dude?
Lincoln: I don't want to talk about it.
Luna: Come on, little bro. Don't be afraid. (sits next to him on his bed)
Lincoln: OK. (sighs) Remember all the pain and misery I caused you and others for the past 2 years?
Luna: Like what, dude?
Lincoln: From the trophy case incident to that one time when I inadvertently provoked another big fight during that dress incident, I don't know if I'm still worthy being part of this family, Luna. As if there's something out there that enjoys my misery.
Luna: I...see. Bro, you should know that no matter how harsh pain may get, you'll always be our lovely brother. I love you so much, and please, dude, don't beat yourself up over the things that happened. It's all in the past.
Lincoln: I don't know, sis. People who know us didn't enjoy our lives, and wrote their own versions and conclusions of those moments and posted them online, in which most had dark, heavy, and depressing themes.
Luna: Yeah...looks like we're not that much of a likable family. But still, regardless of our reputation, we still love you, little bro.
Lincoln: (sheds a tear from hearing such kind words) T-thanks, sis.
Luna: You're always welcome, dude. (smiles, hugs him and pecks his cheek, Lincoln returns the favor)
(The sisters have been overhearing the conversation, and decide to join their rocking sister.)
Lori: Yeah, Lincoln. No matter how harsh times may look at us, you'll always be our lovely brother.
Lincoln: Th-thanks again, guys. I am so sorry for everything that I caused you in the past...
Lynn: We're sorry too, Linc. We know you only tried to help us, but we didn't see that properly.
Lisa: I concur. I should've known better than to keep tormenting you mercilessly, my dear brother. But I assure you, Lincoln, that I will always love you as well. (pats him on his knee)
Lucy: I know how you feel, brother. I've been through depressive times too.
Lori: So yeah. Lincoln, please, never be afraid of us and know that no matter how much misery we have to go through, we will always love you until the bitter end. (smiles and strokes his hair)
Lincoln: Thanks, guys...
(Then the sisters proceed to group hug Lincoln in assurance that no matter the harshness in their lives, they will always keep Lincoln as their lovable and treasured brother.)
Later that day...
(Lincoln is playing some video games on his laptop, then he receives a text on his phone from James telling that he and sisters should come to his and Normand's mansion. He comes out of his room and calls his sisters.)
Lincoln: Girls.
Sisters: Yes, Lincoln?
Lincoln: James and Normand call us over to their mansion, they want to discuss with us about something.
Lori: Alright.
Leni: I'm in!
Luna: I'm down.
Luan: Alrighty.
Lynn: OK.
Lucy: Very well.
Lola: Count me in!
Lana: Me too!
Lisa: Acknowledged.
Lily: Yeh.
Lincoln: OK, let's go, guys.
(5 minutes later, the Loud siblings approach the Europeans' mansion, Lincoln rings the doorbell.)
James: (opens the door) Ah, you're here. Come in. (the siblings do so)
10 minutes later...
(The group gathers in the mansion's living room.)
Lori: Nice mansion, Jimmy.
James: Thanks, Lori. Now, guys, me and Normand want to tell you something.
Lincoln: What is it?
Normand: We want to assure you, guys, that we are NOTHING like those writers who write those fictionalized, but heart-breaking, dark and heavy stories of your lives. We are nothing like them.
James: Exactly. So we'll be filming ours, but keeping as close to the right sense as possible.
Normand: Yes. That's why we view ALL of you equally. There are no "nice" or "mean" sisters, all of you are equal to us.
Luan: Really? (blushes with the rest of sisters) Thank you. (smiles)
Lola: You are so nice.
Lynn: Yeah.
James: So don't worry, girls. We know that you love your brother, regardless of the wounds, and we'll keep it that way.
Normand: Yeah.
Lori: Thanks, guys, you are the best. (smiles and blushes as well)
James: You are welcome. We'll start soon enough.
Normand: In the meantime, thanks for coming to us, really appreciate it. Later, guys.
Sisters and Lincoln: Bye!
THE END