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Luna woke up feeling only one thing: Anger. Looking around the room only made it worse; That prank box in the closet, that comedy stage, that picture of her and Luan on the wall.

She got out of bed and she tried to restrain herself. The prank items scattered around the room wore her down to the point where she could taste her ire. The last straw was when she stepped on a patch of carpet by the closet where she heard a crunch. She looked down and saw that the carpet was coated in what appeared to be blood.

She yelled and released her rage. She grabbed the prank box and threw it across the room. It went straight through the window and landed with a soft crash somewhere in the backyard.

"That was for ruining our family's name!"

She then began to destroy the comedy stage. She kicked the mic stand off the stage and began to rip off chunks of cardboard and stomped through the stage floor.

"That was for tricking us!"

She tramped across the room and flopped on Luan's bed. She looked up and saw the picture of her and Luan as toddlers playing with puppets. Did all of that mean nothing to Luan? She picked up her purple boot from the floor and chucked it at the painting.

"This is for roping me into your twisted scheme!"

The toe of the boot collided with the picture frame, shattering the glass and breaking the string. It fell face first onto the carpet next to the ruined stage.

She looked at the spot the picture once covered and saw a small hole. She walked over to it to look at it more closely, her slippers crunching on the shattered glass. The hole was about the size of a dime with something lodged in it. Tearing the hole open a bit further, her fingers clamped around the object and she pulled it out. She looked at the slightly dented bullet.

"Another one of your little secrets?" Luna hissed. She turned her back to the wall and slowly slid down and sat looking at the bullet.

What had Luan done? She had manipulated all of them to pull off that sick revenge trick. Over what? Some mocking video?

She rubbed her fingers through her hair trying not to have another outburst.

Lincoln was slowly nibbling on a piece of dry toast. So was the rest of the family. No one had really spoken since what happened last night. The feeling of shock and terror hadn't yet worn off.

They had all heard crashing and yelling from Luna's room. She had left the room looking more angry than shell shocked but she too didn't say anything.

Mom and Dad were taking it the worst. Mom had the look of being lost and confused. Her eyes would focus on the space between things and her mouth was slightly open as if about to speak. Dad had been openly weeping when they called him, having his daughter confess being a murderer before killing again in front of them all being too much for him.

Lincoln flipped his toast and looked at the rigid and browned surface. He only thought of what an elaborate set up it had all been. Luan had been able to get and hide the gun from them all for god knows how long. She had used it and escaped detection by the police and then moved them around like pawns on a chessboard for the perfect takeout.

Being the man with the plan, he would have been impressed about how well Luan had pulled it off, if it had not been as twisted as it was.

He, his family and his friends on the Action News Team would be pariahs for their connection to Luan and her talk show. Not that they would see immediate results though. School and everything else for that matter had been canceled due to the unrest in the town.

Rioters were still about in the streets, including other middle schoolers if what Lynn had told him was true. He had heard from Clyde over his walkie talkie that Chandler had been beaten up by fellow students wearing masks. He didn't feel too bad about Chandler, as he seemed to have had it coming but was disturbed that any of those others might have been someone he knew.

He took another bite of his toast as he thought about how Luan had caused all this. Luan, helpful, cheerful Luan had done this. Positive, kind Luan had done this. Luan, who had been there since infancy with her corny jokes, had done this.

Lincoln sat in his chair for the rest of the morning, slowly eating his piece of bread as he thought about how he thought he had known Luan, as his sister's left the room one by one.

Looking through her window Lucy saw the backyard scattered with Luan's little prank items, littering the space around the unusually full trash can. Lynn was lying on her bed tossing her baseball against the wall. Sports for her had been canceled for the foreseeable future for obvious reasons, and her usual energetic and competitive aspect of her seemed to have been sucked out of her.

Thunk, thunk, thunk

The feeling of guilt had been building up in Lucy since she had woken up. It had spiked when she went to breakfast and saw the sorry state that everyone was in. It only seemed to grow bit by bit as Lynn tossed her baseball.

Thunk, thunk, thunk

Lucy sat down on her bed, the thought she had as much blood on her hands as Luan did weighing her down. "I am as guilty as Luan," she thought to herself. She and Lisa had known that Luan had a gun. But Lisa was put into a coma and she alone could have done something. She could have told Mom, Dad, her sisters, Lincoln, the police, anyone about the gun.

But she didn't. And now she was facing the consequences. She had let Luan kill another person. The name Loud blackened for years to come. The whole town going to hell. And only she knew that she could have done something. No one could blame her. And that only made it worse.

Thunk, thunk, thunk

"How did I not see it? Am I dead?"

These were Lisa's only two thoughts. The only two thoughts she had for eternity. Ever since the last moment and that heavenly flash of light she had been here.

No. Here wasn't the right word. Wherever she was… was nothing. It was just an infinite black void, the only light in the darkness the memories that floated around like fog. Each and everyone seemed to mock her.

"How foolish can you be?" they seemed to ask. The memories were ones of the week, going back as far as Saturday and up until the chemical explosion of the stoff's. Luan coming home bruised, the loud noise from her room, the date, the sudden obsession with the talk show.

She could now see her plan: To kill Dreyfus. Or had she already? She couldn't tell the time. She couldn't sleep or even blink. She could only look at the memories.

"Am I dead?" she thought again.

She would often ask herself this when the stream of memories came to an end with the explosion. Death and what lay after it had always been Lucy's thing. Lisa was at the beginning of her life; there had never been any need or interest to stop and think about it.

Until now. Lisa thought of the commonly held notion of Heaven and Hell. The good saved and sent to Heaven, the bad cast down to fire and torment in Hell for all eternity. The memories, her hindsight, was her torment and it was eternity here.

Lisa raked her mind over and over again trying to find some sin or transgression the warranted damnation. But she couldn't think of an answer to that.

As if to rub it in the clouds of memories restarted and began to play again.

"Ha, heh, he, he."

Luan was facing Dr. Langdell at the opposite end of the table. He was smoking a Victory Cigarette, the smoke of the tobacco tainting the air. He appeared to be bored out of his mind.

Luan's cuffed hands were laying on the table next to papers she had been reading. Reports of international shock of Dreyfus's very public demise, skyrocketing crime in the last 24 hours and police and sheriff reinforcements from neighboring Huntington Oaks, Hazeltucky, Beaverton and Fern Valley. Similar incidents were popping up all over the country as news of the talk show spread.

"Hah, ha, ha," Luan laughed again. Dr. Langdell kept sticking his pen in an oil well and writing down Luan's behavior.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

What's so funny? Everything. She had killed Dreyfus but at what cost? She was now hated everywhere. She would likely never have another moment's worth of peace in her life. She had turned a peaceful town and caused civil unrest the likes it has never known.

And then there was her family. Mom and Dad. Her sisters and brother. Her home. Her time with them, every morning, afternoon and evening, all their adventures, all their time together. And she had damned it all to hell with both hands.

And for what? Being made fun of.

What a joke it all was. The funniest joke ever.

"I, Ha, ha, ha… I was... thinking of a joke."

She laughed again, no longer trying to hide her mirth. Langdell put his pen down in the oil well and looked Luan in the eye with a displeased face.

"Want to tell me?"

Luan had never really liked Dr. Langdell. His work had done nothing for her and he was speaking down to her the way Dreyfus had. Looks like he didn't learn what she did. Yet.

"You wouldn't get it," Luan said with a smile on her face. Her eyes flicked away from Langdells's for a moment to look at the pen in the oil well before looking back to him.

"But do you want to see a magic trick?"

Luan walked calmly down the hallway as she rubbed her freed wrists. The station was almost entirely empty letting Luan go on through without a break in her step. As she approached the glass double doors she left a trail of bloody red footprints as she hummed That's life.

What lay beyond those doors? She was a wanted criminal, who had proudly boasted her crimes for the world to see. She had forsaken her family and home. But she had the support of those out there, others that supported what she had done. And she still had Benny.

Only a few steps from the doors Luan figured out what she had. She opened the doors and walked boldly out free. The world was hers.

The End.

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Inspiration: Joker (2019) and The Loud House.

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