You all want to know my theory, right? no, the suicide thing is not part of the theory, but its complicated why. in this chapters, you will get one-third of the theory, and the show keeps coming and it only supports and proves my theory ever more. sure its a cartoon but i'm stating reality. prepare to learn the truth... its not going to be pretty.

The living room stayed quiet as they watched something that is unexpected. Polly leans over to haiku to whisper. "Am I seeing things, or is Lincoln actually hugging Lynn"

"Yeah, Lynn got what she wanted" haiku gave a small smile. Same goes for Polly.

"True, she did what something like this to happen-"

*punch*

"And there it goes again...for the twenty-sixth time." Polly said in disappointment as she watched her friend knocked Lincoln unconscious. The rest stood there and watched their friend and brother knocked out, but their reaction quite differs. His friends look back at Lynn with crossed arms.

"Really?" Clyde said with motionless tone. This was not the first time this happens and the injuries were never serious, not even Lincoln himself thought so too.

"Lynn why did you do that?!" Lucy yelled, even though it was common but he was out of the hospital, she worries if his injury in the head could worsen. Seeing how his memories are altered.

Lynn stood there with her face completely red, but not from anger, but rather in affection or embarrassment. "I don't know, I'm still upset about the suicide thing, or maybe happy that he's okay, but-

"But you were blushing, so you needed to hide it by acting like yourself, but you like his hug" Polly smirked as she motions her eyebrows up and down repeatedly. Although this made Lynn's face grow red ever more, and it was not anger.

"Shut up, Polly" Lynn said in embarrassment. Seeing how she could break down any minute.

"Alright, but I guess we have to wait for him to wake up again, don't we?" Polly looks back to Lincoln, seeing how he is out cold. Although, she is still puzzled about Lincoln's suicide attempt and later seeing him happy and hugging lynn...which is odd since he is close friends with her, second from Clyde, but Lincoln is not much of a hugger unless is Lucy.

"Let's take him to his room before my mom sees him like this" Lucy said and everyone nodded.

"I got" Clyde grabbed his left arm. Rusty also joined and grabbed his right arm.

"I'll help too"

Lynn halted rusty as she motions to him. "Actually, Rusty, let me take him off your hands, I did knock him out" Lynn insisted as rusty gave the right arm to Lynn. Both Lynn and Clyde lifted Lincoln's upper body up and proceeded to head upstairs.

"Jeez Lynn...you need to stop...knocking your crush...unconscious, I can't pick him...up and draw him everywhere"

"...Shut up…"

"How many hormone pills did you take this day?"

"Two"

"Are you sure is not three or four"

XXX

Opening his eyes and noticed how he was from hugging Lynn to standing in front of his house-...no...the house, the yard, the whole world is all was different. The world is completely black and white, but all he could see was everything apparently static, glitching. The grass is no longer green but only Gray. The sun is no longer yellow but white, and the sky is no longer blue but white static snow. No colors were to be found but only black and white, or either gray.

All of a sudden Lincoln can hear a door slam coming from his own house. He looks at the house and he can clearly see the front door is wide open but the scary part is he couldn't see anything that's inside but only a black void. Lincoln could feel the strong breeze wind coming from the doorway along with quiet whispers, and voices which sounded familiar. All this made Lincoln take a step back, he could feel chills run through his spine along with heart rapidly pounding than before.

He could barely speak any word, but just then something happens. The black void launched out multiple black threads and wrapped itself around Lincoln's left leg, causing him to fall his back and be dragged into the void.

"AHHH, NO NO NO!" he cried in fear as he attempts to escape a by scraping his fingers across the concrete but no valid. He could feel his legs hitting multiple surfaces sounding like wood, meaning he's being dragged upstairs and close enough to the doorway. From there, he could hear the voices and whispers very clearly and he could recall those voices they were his sister's.

"NO!"

And with that, Lincoln was completely inside the void and he can see the doorway closed right in front of him. He couldn't see anything but could feel continually dragged. Later, he could feel the threads pulling in down like somehow gravity were to turn the other way around, falling from a large height.

"AHHHH, HELP!" Lincoln cried out as he knew the moment he would land, it would be painful. The voices grew louder and louder, he knew what they're saying.

"you're not real!"

"Don't get in our way"

"That thing is here, don't let it take you!"

"She betrayed you!"

"Why did you let him control you?"

"It's your fault your friends are miserable"

"You worthless idiot, he manipulated you and it's all your fault!"

"We warned you, and he's going to come back!"

"You're not real, your one of us!"

The voices grew louder and louder and they were yelling or closely screaming. Lincoln didn't know what was going on, but somehow he could feel anxiety, regret, and madness go through his head like he knew what they were telling him, and what he'd did. Although he wasn't sure what they mean. feeling as though his body couldn't take this much pressure, energy, and rush. Is as if he could have a heart attack, collapse, or probably burst any second. it was too much for the child to handle. Tears started to appear.

"MAKE IT STOP, IT'S TOO MUCH, IT'S TOO MUCH!" he cried out loud again. This time the energy, the falling, and the voices stopped. Immediately he was no longer falling and somehow spawned in the living room, laying on the floor, breathing heavily. Looking around and noticed the sudden change escalated very quickly. Taking deep breaths to calm himself and gain his composure.

He looks up the stairs and the feeling grew stronger than before. Thinking whether to explore the hallway was filling his curiosity, but his instinct tells him to head the other way. "No...this is scary as it is" he turns the other way and noticed that a familiar door was on his way… Lucy's room. He looks around and noticed that he's not in the living room, but he's now in the hallway. Sinking in the fear to see how the sudden shift in place came to be unfamiliar to the young child, although he's not alone.

"Hello, welcome to your mind, how was your trip?"

Startled and looks to his right and sees someone who he never seen before, leaning against Lincoln's room door. The voice sounded like there are multiple voices in one, but it sounded familiar. The person looks to be in all pitch black, no clothes, no detailed features, no face, no hair, just a black figure. The figure is the same height as Lincoln. Lincoln feels nervous to see an unusual person with no human features. "W-who are you?" his words quiver.

XXX

The restaurant grew busy as usual. people come and go for a place to eat where the food is very decent. The only place Lynn Sr could resort to solve his money crisis. Although it brought some benefits to his interest in food, especially when was able to try out his cooking on the menu. But he was unable to do so when time and paperwork was taking his focus.

"Alright, I believe I could replace the stove, wait...that would take much time, or… no…maybe?" in his office contained many portfolios and a pack of papers he put his attention to but believing he escaped his old dead-end job in his cubicle to own a restaurant was given a less benefit. His work might be hard when needs to oversee the staff and budget of dining establishments and find ways to make a customer's eating experience the best possible. plus, hire staff, oversee staff, place orders for new kitchen equipment might also be a handful for his work.

"This is a handful" mutters since he is back to square one. Handling paperwork, doing taxes, stuck on one chair, both his old job and this seemed similar. Although after passing another finished stack, and filling out forms through his computer he came across a document he usually sees and always have to pay for. Lincoln's monthly prescription.

Antipsychotic - $85

Anticonvulsant- $131.36

Carbamazepine- $73.65

Lithobid- $31.72

Ziprasidone- $200.41

Sertraline- $44.75

Total- $566.89

Seeing how he needed to find some payment method for his son's medication every month...owning and running this restaurant was the only option.

"It's been a month already?" Lynn said in distraught seeing how time flies so quickly. Every month he has to pay Lincoln's medication for the past seven years. Although this was the cause of his frustration and overtime work. He gave a sigh and goes over the documents, but he remembers something

(Flashback- hospital)

Inside the office, where the loud parents sat in front of the desk, feeling anxious and worried. While Dr. Nolan appears to be reading over his notes "Somehow there's nothing wrong with your child, despite the high levels of sertraline in his system, he appears to be fine" conclude. The loud parents let out a deep breath of relief.

"Thank god" Rita was happy to know her son is doing just fine, although she felt that all this was her doing.

"But we took a CT head scan to see if the drug didn't cause any harm or distortion of his serotonin levels and somehow this is shown" he took his laptop and showed an image of a scanned brain taken from the top and left the side of the brain. Each was shown in odd colors. "This is his brain scan and apparently, his unknown illness is nowhere to be shown"

"What are you saying?" Lynn asked

"Well, he is perfectly fine, his illness is gone" conclude, and the loud parents were stunned. They weren't expecting this to happen, sure they want him to be better but this was sudden. "Its possible his medication might be the source of his problems, but that's just a theory"

"Does he need to keep taking his medication?" Lynn Sr asked

"Actually, no, he might not need them anymore, but if anything is off or any odd signs are shown please contact me to let me know. Who knows if the drug he took might be his treatment"

(end of flashback)

Just sitting quietly and staring at his monitor for a couple of seconds while his mind tried to process this thought. For once, he doesn't need to pay his prescription drugs, seeing how his son is apparently normal. He might not have to work overtime to handle any paperwork to raise any possible currency. The thought of having to finally get out of his chair and start having more time cooking. Possibly getting home early. "...huh…" he grew a smile.

"Never thought i would have more time"

XXX

"...I'm Lori" the figure responded, but Lincoln wasn't convinced.

"You don't look-"

"I'm Leni, I'm Luna, I'm Luan, I'm Lynn, I'm Lucy, I'm Lana, I'm Lola, I'm Lisa, I'm Lily" the figure sounded somewhat happy, but Lincoln was confused. Was this person speaking in all of his sister's voice in one?

"So, I take it you're the boy who was created out of trauma, or you're a split mind. Or perhaps created in one week, your memories, your identity, your personality, all scrambled in one week, but for you, it's a lifespan. I'm not entirely sure if you're the real Lincoln with a scrambled mind. Or possibly the pills worked and your now normal, what do you think, Schiz?" the figure asked. Although, he couldn't understand what the figure refers to him as "Schiz".

"W-what… what are you really?" he asked the figure. He wasn't sure if this person is male or female, considering the lack of body features to get an idea.

"I told you, I'm Lori, I'm Leni, I'm Luna, I'm Luan, I'm Lynn, I'm Lucy, I'm Lana, I'm Lola, I'm Lisa, I'm Lily" the figure repeated the sentence to state its identity, but Lincoln didn't quite understand what that means. The figure had reasons to counter the child. "You're here to learn the truth"

The figure lifts its hand an snaps its fingers and caused something unexpected. The door in the hallway (except the bathroom and lincoln's room) to be carved in letters, each font was made viciously and quick. Just as the carving was finished, Lincoln gasped in horror to see… the truth. The door to Lori and Leni's room read…

OCD, Autism

The next room, Luna, and Luan read…

Musical Disorder, ADHD

Lucy and Lynn's room read…

Personality Disorder, Depression

Lana and Lola's room read…

Eating Disorder, Narcissism

Lisa and Lily's room reads…

Asperger, unknown

"This is the truth… did you obviously think your sisters are real and their personality is what makes them unique?" the figure was proving a point. "no...they're just embodiment voices inside the real Lincoln… or inside you. Do you know what you have….well had… it's not pretty" hitting the illness of what the old Lincoln contain. Although the figure seemed to be confused at first.

"So they're not real…?" Lincoln asked and the figure responded with a chuckle.

"No… a boy who is trying to survive with ten sisters, but have you ever thought that is actually a boy trying to survive the voices in his head? The illnesses that the pills are causing. Your memories are not even close to being real" seeing how the proof he needed was enough to convince the boy about his origins. It was all a child's point of view of trying to survive a house with ten sisters, but in reality, it's a child trying to survive the voice in his head and the unknown side effects from each wrong pills.

"Not close to being real? How?" Lincoln asked

"Isn't that avios, you are still In the same age for each April fools and Christmas, and how are you not arrested for the crimes you've committed?"

"I...wait...no but that...I can't believe it…" he didn't want to accept the truth but it made perfect sense. He didn't seem to age in each April fools day, not even in Christmas and winter seasons. But most of all...how is he still in elementary school and still enrolled in the same grade? Even his classmate is still there. Every April fools day pass quickly and he is still in the same grade. But aside from that, what does the figure mean about the crimes he committed?

"What do you mean about that last part?" he asked but the figure tilted its head.

"Really? Are you that much of a fool?" the figure mocked Lincoln and his unknown knowledge of his recollection. "What about Lynn's bike that you "borrowed"? And the destruction of property you committed upon the bike?"

Lincoln remembered that day, the day where he needed a bike that wasn't from Lori's old childhood bike, but he knew it was a crime for theft, but not from his residence "What, no I didn't-"

The figure interrupted with another crime Lincoln committed "The identity theft of your father, that is stupid, you're not allowed to fill in a job application of someone's identity. You even did the same for Lola, you can't just use Lana to fill in for your sister's beauty pageant by using her identity, the files are told otherwise when you fill in the papers. All for what, a contest for a roller coaster? And most of all, you can't use Lynn to fill in for your football games, you may have fooled the crowd and team for a moment, but your crimes tells otherwise, it would be simple if you weren't so lazy-"

"Am I here to be told about my crimes? Those memories are fake" he scowled, seeing how he didn't like to be mocked over those memories, or even be loathed for his laziness. But that gave the figure a point.

"Which proves my point, how are you not in jail for the crime you committed? So don't interrupt me!" the figure also scowled and later continue "Recording footage of your sister's embarrassing moments are-"

"OK, yeah I know about that" regretting the video he made all for a trophy, especially a video he embarrass himself.

"Trespassing in a movie theater is another crime, A movie ticket is basically a legal license from a theater owner for the viewing of a particular movie. Instead of watching Blaney that you bought the ticket for, you head to watch The Harvester"

"I regret watching the movie"

"Breaking and entering into your neighbor's house in Christmas eve"

"Yeah, I was afraid that might pop up"

"Mail theft, you stole a letter that originally belongs to your father, the love letter" Lincoln remembered that day, it was ironic to find out in the end, but he was pleased that day. "Kidnapping" the figure responded but he found it shocking

"What, I didn't kidnap anyone!" he defended himself, but the figure explained his claim.

"You did, you brought a baby boy named Billy by mistake of Lily, but you also committed child abandonment since you left Lily at the park by mistake, the laws are serious" marked on the last part, since its very serious to see a child all alone in the park. Although Lincoln understood this quite well and accepted his fault.

"Alright, maybe that was my fault, but i-"

"No buts...now then, these illnesses that I showed you aren't what they have, it's what they are" the figure pointed at all the doors where the writing is clear "you saw how Lynn is different from your sister Lynn Jr, well only for a split second, your mind imprinted a copy and represented herself as personality disorder. It also goes with the rest of the girls" the figure claimed. Lincoln was shocked, did that mean that they're actually real in the real world, but in here they represented as sisters and illnesses?

"When I said I'm Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and lily, I mean I'm OCD, autism, music disorder, ADHD, personality disorder, depression, eating disorder, narcissism, Asperger" the figure slowly points to Lincoln. "You...have...schizoaffective" it was overwhelming to hear those words, having an illness is downright terrifying. "You are similar to your old self, you had schizophrenia, although you're always in a mood swings judging from your past, which means you have bipolar disorder, but put them together and you have schizoaffective, although it's difficult to diagnose since your doctors don't see this possible to happen to you at a young age"

{Schizoaffective disorder- A combination of symptoms of schizophrenia and mood disorder, such as depression or bipolar disorder. Symptoms may occur at the same time or at different times. Symptoms may include delusions, hallucinations, depressed episodes, memory losses, and manic periods of high energy.}

"I don't have schizoaffective"

"You do, remember the day when your parents gave their money to your sisters but not you?"

"How could I not forget, it was the best Smooch VIP concert ever….and I have all my sisters to thank" Lincoln grew a smile and sits down on the ground next to Lucy's room. He could remember how much effort he put in to convince his parents to give money, but later realized they ran out of money. Although his sisters made his day with a surprise...but they're now gone. Lincoln grew a frown. "But now...they're gone...not real"

"Well aside from that, what if I told you that memory is symbolism. When your parents gave their money to your sisters but not you. Is actually your parents paying for certain medication to treat and those illnesses you call "sisters" aka, voices in your head. Seeing how your parents were happy to know how you're close to being cured. Even though your illnesses are gone, there's one left who isn't getting paid to leave happy...schizoaffective...and that is you" the figure claimed "sure your sisters, aka, illnesses are now gone and no longer bothering you, but since you were left out from your treatment...they came back and were you in a lot of pain. Those voices screamed and yelled like its...a crazy rock concert. you are the link to their existence. The word schizophrenia means "split mind" there's you and others, your sisters. You're the one keeping them together, doesn't that sound familiar?"

It was clear to his ears, he's always there for his sisters in their need. Although in the real world it might be the voices requesting and demanding from him. He could tell since h hear those voices sound aggressive before he came to the living room.

"They won't leave unless your illness is cured, then they will leave... I will leave... Those illnesses you call them 'sisters', the 'voices ' you once said, will be gone, I am their bridge, from this mind to you."

Lincoln placed his head against Lucy's room door "Great… maybe my old self ended his life because of the voices in his head, I've must've been crazy or-"

"You don't know what you've been through, and you didn't commit suicide" the figure pointed out to clarify his words. This jolted Lincoln eyes and quickly sat upright, what does the figure mean 'didn't commit suicide'? The figure knows about him more seeing how they recall everything. "You honestly believed you committed suicide?" the figure said and the next thing they said was something Lincoln would find it odd. "No, it was not suicide that ended it all, not even close."

"So was it an accident?" he assumed. Thinking how he might overdose to think that the voices might leave.

"Nope, this was intentional, but not from you"

If it was no accident and its not from him, one thing popped out of his head, and he wishes it wasn't true "Are you saying someone was intentionally trying to murder me?"

"Close, but no, well yes, but it's rather in self-defense"

'Self-defense?' he thought "Well, tell me, who did it!" becoming impatient, the figures response is not what Lincoln is looking for.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, and also, we are all out of time."

"No, wait-"

XXX

Lincoln wakes up from his bed as he quickly sat upright, the same time he awoke. Breathing heavily and rapidly to the point where his heart pounded very rapid. He looks around and noticed he is in his bedroom.

There you go. That's the half of my theory, I know many will debunk this, but that's because I didn't show the other half. So what do you think of this theory that the figure explained?