Half an hour later
"Lana, are you sure this is a good idea?" This was Lynn. The athlete had her forehead pressed against the doorframe at the prodding of her little sister. On the other side of the door stood the blonde little grease monkey herself. Lana adjusted her hat and gave the thumbs up. "Positive! From this angle, when I close the door I can smash that zit! Easy as pie." Lynn was understandably concerned about this. "You sure? Zit aside, I like my face the way it is, as in not smashed by a door."
Lana rolled her eyes. "Look, I think I've smashed my face in enough doors on accident to know how pop a pimple with a door! Now stop whining and let me do my job." Lana demanded. Her older sister groaned but obliged. "Thank you. Ready set GO!" Lana swung the door as hard as she could, hoping to hit the blemish and avoid her sisters face. At least that was the plan. As it turned out, the door did hit the pimple-and most of Lynn's face. "OW! LANA!" She screamed as she fell back clutching her jaw.
"Huh. I thought that might happen. My bad! Here, put ice on that." Lana said, dropping a bag of ice on her sisters' head. "Did you actually think that would work?" Lynn moaned through her haze of pain and frustration. "Hey give me credit for trying!" Lana shrugged. There was a knock at the door and Lisa entered the room. "What happened?" The brainiac asked. "I hit Lynn's face with a door trying to pop her zit. Don't worry though, I have a better idea!" Lana said, producing a massive hammer. "GAH! NO hammers!" Lynn yelped as she scrambled out of the room.
Lisa quickly tracked down her athlete sister and took her into the child geniuses room. "Okay Lynn, I'm going to try and cure our blemish with some good old fashioned science." Lynn nodded. "With what, like a cream or something?" Lisa considered the best way to answer this question. "Not exactly." She said, producing a needle at least 8 or 9 inches long. "Now don't freak- "Lisa began, but didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence before Lynn bolted. "NO NEEDLES." The red haired Loud screamed as she ran off. Lisa shrugged and put the needle down. "Well there goes my dollar."
Lynn sprinted down the hall and burst into her room. "Maybe I should have just stayed in school until this stupid thing went away." Lynn whined, suddenly realizing that the room looked a little different. The lights were off, the shades were down, and except for a small ring of candles the room was pitch black. "Lucy?" The goth suddenly appeared in the candle circle. "Hi Lynn." Lucy whispered in her monotone. "Please don't tell me your trying to fix my pimple with ghost magic." Lynn pleaded. "Of course not. Ghost magic would be pointless here." Lucy replied. "Phew." Suddenly the goth slammed a massive book down onto the floor. "I'm using ancient spirit incantations to cure it."
Lynn groaned. "Of course you are." Suddenly Lucy began reciting ancient spells in a long dead language, the smoke from the candles rose and thickened, then turned purple. "Uh, Lucy? This sounds like a bad idea!" Lynn yelled to be heard over sister. In a flash the candles went out and there was only smoke. Then Lucy realized her one mistake. "Uh oh. There's no air in here." She couldn't see Lynn's reaction but she didn't need to guess, because a second later her sister grabbed the book and threw it into the bedroom window, shattering it and allowing light and air to seep in.
"Bad idea Lucy! No more helping me!" Lynn yelled, storming out to find the last challenger of the zit: Lola. "Come with me sweetie, we're gonna get rid of the pimple the only way I know how." The pageant queen explained curtly as she led Lynn into her room. "Please let it be safe and not something could hurt me." Lynn whispered to herself. "Here we go. Sit down and let Lola work her magic." Lola said as she sat down at her makeup table. Lynn sighed in relief as she saw the assortment of creams and scrubs that looked much safer than her other options. "Okay, let's just start with a little cleansing pad and oh no." The younger girl said as she dropped one of the pads onto the table. An audible sizzle could be heard as whatever was on the small wipe burnt a hole through the table. Lynn locked eyes with her little sister. "Lola…what was on that wipe?" She asked. "Um, not much. Water, oil, hydrochloric acid." Lola listed. "Wait what?! Lola that stuff melts anything it touches!" Lynn exclaimed. "Huh. I guess that explains why Lisa kept it in that big cabinet of stuff she tells us not to touch." Lola said as she came to that realization. "Okay, new rule, nobody comes near my zit with anything I wouldn't put on it!" Lynn commanded as she stormed off. A sudden moment of contemplation came over the Louds as they heard this plea. Well if Lynn didn't want them working on her face with stuff she wouldn't use, what was to stop them from using what they wanted while she slept?
Late that night, Lynn slept soundly as one by one each of her sisters crept into her room and applied something new, strange, and most likely illegal to their sisters' blemish. As they did, a thin screen of Lucy's spirit smoke combined with all the strange products to create a truly unheard of reaction.
Lincoln woke up the next day, for the first time, under his own power. The only boy in the Loud family slowly opened his eyes to see that the time read 10:45. This had Lincoln confused. It was Saturday, but even then, Lynn always woke him up around 8 with her morning workout. "Lynn? Do you need a spot or something?" Lincoln called as he wandered around the house to not find any sign of his early rising sister. "Huh. Guess she went for a run or something." Lincoln shrugged as he flipped on the TV and went looking for something to eat. On the second level, Luna yawned and pulled herself out of bed. "Weekend jam time!" The punk girl grinned as she opened her closet and reached for her guitar without looking. So it was something of a surprise when what she thought was her guitar yawned. Luna looked down to find something behind her guitar buried under a small pink blanket.
"What the what?" She said, pulling back the blanket to reveal a face she hadn't seen in a long time. It was the face of Lynn, only her sister was very different. She had, in some freak accident of nature, turned into a 6-year-old. "Whoa. Tiny dudet!" Luna yelled in excitement. Lynn finally woke up and looked up at her big sister. A look of happiness spread over Lynn's face as she recognized Luna. She quickly latched onto her, hugging and refusing to let go. "Lulu!" Lynn yelled in a voice much younger than her normal one. "Guys! Guys get in here!" Luna yelled.