This was a very touching moment between Stolas and Octavia as they were reunited. Lincoln was still a little worried about being punished by the Goetia prince even though Stolas liked the kid and he hoped that the Goetia would go easy on him at least since Octavia had a good time with Clyde.

"Look, Via, I know this is all so much to take in, but I want you to know you are certainly not in the middle." Stolas said.

If there was one thing Octavia did not want, it would be put in the middle of the hatred between her own parents. She loved them both and the divorce was bad enough for her as it is. "Ok, dad." She said.

"So come on, my dear. I'll take you back home."

"Well, I guess I should probably get going." Lincoln said in a hurry. "Come on Loona, we should leave now."

"Not so fast, Lincoln." Said Stolas in a sing-song voice, making Lincoln stop and still like a gargoyle. The kid slowly turned around to face the Goetia prince. "You still lied to me, along with Loona."

"Yeah well, you're not my dad, so, you can't punish me." Loona said.

"No. You're right, i can't punish you, Loona. But i do know someone who i'm going to punish severely tonight. He had a playfully evil look on his face. Loona didn't understand at first, but her eyes widened, and she realized Stolas was obviously referring to Blitzo since these two go a long way back after all. "And as for Lincoln, I have something special in mind for him."

"He's just a kid." Loona said. "No funny business on him."

"No! No no no no. Nothing like that." said Stolas. "No, i decided to have Lincoln spend a little time with someone."

"Who's that?" asked Clyde.

"Oh she's a very lovely person, mind you." said Stolas. "And don't worry, your friends' punishment will be light, Clyde. Very light indeed. Think of it as more like proper discipline for lying to a royal prince."

"He won't get hurt, will he your highness?" asked Harold.

"No, of course not." Stolas reassured him. "This will be a very light punishment. And of course, Octavia really likes Lincoln a good deal, which is another reason why this will be light on the white-haired boy."

"Who do you want me to hang out with?" asked Lincoln

Stolas had a big smirk on his owl face. "Oh you'll see, my dear Lincoln. You will see. And rest assured, you will not get hurt." then he looked at Loona after. "Of course he will not have any funny business either."

"What do you mean funny business?" asked Clyde."

"Nothing!" Stolas said. "Nothing important."

"Yes, you don't want to know." said Octavia. "And dad, you won't punish Clyde will you, he is a true friend who understands me so well."

"Of course not, Via. He is a nice boy alright, like Lincoln is one." he then looked at Clyde's two fathers. "Thank you very much Harold and Howard for looking after my dear daughter. I can't possibly thank you enough for helping her."

"Your thanks is good enough, your majesty." said Howard.

"Yeah, we made sure that your daughter was doing alright and that she was fed enough food."

"And Clyde makes the best kind of dishes that are French." Octavia smiled at Lincolns' best friend.

"Thanks Octavia." Clyde said

"Well, come along, dear daughter." said Stolas. "Let's get you home now." He gently held Octavia's hand and they both walked out of the house together. Lincoln and Loona looked at the three McBride family members.

"Sorry to put you guys through this." said Lincoln.

"No, it's quite alright, Lincoln. We're happy to help your friend out." said Harold. "After all, this ended on a very happy note."

"Fair enough." said Loona. "Come on, Lincoln we should head on out of here."

"Don't you wanna stay some more?" asked Clyde. "I made croque-monsieurs out of the oven."

Lincoln clapped his hands. "Awesome! Sounds yummy. Wanna try Clyde's food, Loona?"

"Look i don't ha... ah, what the hell." Loona said. "Got nothing better to do anyway." the disguised hellhound gave in. She walked in a casual way to the dinner table and pulled out her phone as usual, texting to Tex. When the food came out, the croque-monsieurs were smelling yummy and cheesy. The smell was certainly going up on Loona's nose right now. Sure, it smelled good, but what would her own taste buds think when they get a hold of the French dish?

As soon as her taste buds got a hold of one bite, she was taken aback. Never before has Loona taste anything so yummy in her entire life. Not only was this the first time she tried a croque-monsieur before, Loona thought of how delicious and delicious it was.

"Oh. My. God." Loona remarked. "This is good."

"I knew you would like it." Lincoln said. "Clyde makes the best stuff."

"I know I said Clyde would make a good chef, but... this is so yummy." Loona then looked at Lincoln's best friend; "Clyde... I think you got a great future ahead of you."

"Merci beaucoup Loona, that means so much to me." Clyde said.

"So Lincoln, you wanna get one of those Flipees you like after this?" Loona asked

"Sure. I would love to see Flip get a mousetrap on his lips again." Lincoln smirked."

"Considering his depravation, I might do that again."

"Why would you wanna do that?" Asked Harold

"Because he wanted me to give him a kiss one time, and he is a real creep. Besides, doesn't he lie and cheat? By what he did, he doesn't have any standards."

"Granted, he does." Said Howard. "Flip can be quite the con man. But he does have standards."

The next day, Lincoln didn't really see any of his sisters or parents out right now. Sure he was watching TV, but he was a little curious about what was going on with them. Not even Lynn or Lily were seen right now.

"Bro..." said a familiar voice that sounded monotonous. Lincoln perked his head up as he sat. There was his sister, Luna, at last. But she looked different. Her skin looked a little green and something like a zombie.

"Luna?" Said Lincoln

The third oldest sister slowly lumbered towards Lincoln with her hands reaching out. "Lincoooooln." She moaned

Lincolns' eyes perked up in realization. "Wait a minute," he said: "it's happening again."

Poor sick Luna was still lumbering towards her only brother. "Lincoln." She said again.

"I hope no one else in the house is sick." He looked in the kitchen and there were Lori and Leni looking ill as well and looking zombie-like. As soon as they looked at him, they lumbered towards him the same way Luna was doing right now. "Oh god no." Lincoln said to himself. He looked in other rooms, and he saw that every one of them were sick, and it looked like he was the last one still standing.

He screamed and ran out of the house slammed the front door behind him, pressing his back against it and hyperventilating in a panic. Slowly turning around and looking at the door while backing hp slowly, he was sweating and felt like he was in a big pickle.

Little did he know that he backed into someone, making him yelp like a scared dog. Turning around behind him, it was Loona and Vortex, both in human disguises. "Whoa whoa whoa, take it easy, Lincoln." Said Loona.

"Calm down and breath." Tex added. "What happened?"

"There- there was- my family- all of them-" he began stammering and he was failing to put words together. Finally, he felt his face being slapped to the right by Loona, who grabbed his shoulders after that. "Lincoln! Relax!"

Looking a little shocked that his hellhound friend would slap him like that. Loona realized what she just did and looked a little guilty.

"Lincoln I- I'm-"

"No it's ok, Loona." Lincoln said. "I need it." He took a breath.

"Now from the very beginning, what happened?"

Lincoln took another breath and said. "Everyone except me has a bad case of the flu, and when a flu happens in the Loud house, it's like a zombie apocalypse."

Both Loona and Vortex laughed at what Lincoln said. "I'm sorry, but a zombie apocalypse from getting the flu? That's just stupid."

"You kids are funny." Said Tex. "How bad can it be?"

Loona opened the door, and her smirk immediately went from amused to baffled, same with her hellhound cohort.

"Sweet mother of Satan." Tex said.

"Whoa." Loona said. The family members were all walking randomly in a zombie fashion, still looking horrible. "Quick, close the door, Tex."

"Got it."

"Nothing against my family, but I need to get away from here."

"Good idea." Loona said. "Good thing I brought the book with me." The three went to some place deserted so no one would be able to see the portal to hell open, which was an abandoned house in the cemetery.

As the portal open, Lincoln was glad to be back in hell with Loona. "Glad that's over." Lincoln said. The two helldhounds turned back into their original forms after the portal closed. "So what is Stolas doing with Blitzo?"

"You don't want to know, Lincoln. Trust me, you don't want to know.

Meanwhile

Poor Blitzo was bound on all limbs and he had a gag ball over his mouth while wearing a mask that kept him from opening his eyes. Stolas was in his bed room and looking seductive.

"Well Blitzy," Stolas cooed, "you are really going to give me a time in bed I will never forget. One way or another."

Blitzo wanted to scream at the top of his lungs in terror, but the gag ball kept him from doing so.

"Yes." Stolas had an evil smile on his owl face. "Let me hear you scream as loud as you can for me. I will be bringing on the pleasure... and pain. Yes, I want you to (bleep) me all the way to the top, and I want to drink every last bit of your (bleep) and make you squeal like a scarlet pimpernel. Yes, you will be begging for more (bleep) to drink, my (bleep) (bleep)."

Blitzo knew that he was in for a rough time right now. All he can do was gulp.

Back to Lincoln

"Yeah, you're right." Lincoln said. "Thanks for saving me back there."

"Don't mention it, Linc." said Tex. "But who's going to take care of them? Your family."

"They just relax and take it easy when sick, like most people would do if they are very sick. But this time, they look more sick than ever. I don't know if it's rhinovirus or a regular flu, or strep throat, or pneumonia."

'Well, they did look like they were caught with something bad alright." Loona said.

"Thanks a lot." Lincoln sarcastically said. "That makes me feel better."

"No, no, no, i'm sorry. I'm just saying." said Loona.

"But what about Moxxie and Millie? Are they OK after Verosika?"

"Yep, they're just fine." said the female hellhound

"And let's just say... Verosika gave both of them the best time of their lives." Vortex bounced his eyebrows three times. "But enough of that, what did you think of the Black Label Society album?"

"It was so awesome!" said Lincoln. "The guitars are really awesome. How does Zakk play so awesome?"

"years of practice." said Loona. "One time, his fingers bled one time when shredding his guitar on stage."

Lincoln sure looked surprised to hear that fact. "Really? That didn't land him in the hospital, did it?"

"No. The guitar didn't make Zakk bleed, Zakk made the guitar bleed instead. He's that good."

The white-haired boy looked so amazed at that, and he asked: "Any other albums I should listen to from Black Label Society?"

"Oh yeah." Loona smirked. "I'll give you a list to show you which albums you should listen to." The female hellhound did just that and wrote down the list of amazing Black Label Society bands Lincoln should listen to next. "And... there." she then gave him the paper. The next thing Loona did was pull out a cigarette, and pulled out a lighter to light it up.

"Not in the face." Lincoln said.

"I'm not gonna smoke in your face." said Loona. "What kind of friend would I be if I did that?" she kept her distance when smoking her cigarette and opened her room window. "So, you wanna do something with me? Got nothing better to do."

"Sure, what should we do?"

"There is an arcade." Tex said. "We can go there."

"Awesome!" said Lincoln.

The three were about to head out the apartment but there was Stolas with Verosika next to him. "Ah, there you are, Lincoln." said Stolas. "I take it you have met Verosika here?"

"Yes. We've hung out before."

"And he is a kid who would be the perfect roommate." Verosika said.

"Well, you are going to hang out with her again." Stolas smiled widely.

"But me and the guys were about to hit the arcade together."

"Sorry, Linky." said Stolas, "but i am afraid that it will have to be another time. This is the kind of punishment you get for lying to me."

"Honestly, this feels more like a reward, your highness."

"Come on, I can take you to my own private yacht." Verosika said. "We'll have fun, Lincoln."

"OK, OK." Lincoln smirked, "only because we've hung out before and you never hurt me."

Verosika smiled and hugged him, smothering his face with her hot, busty breasts.