Hello! I am NerdRyuu, and this my first The Loud House Fic, so, well, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House

Lincoln was laying in his back, his breathing was quite peaceful, he didn't felt so peaceful in a long time, it should be very early in the morning, since he couldn't hear Any of his sisters, he didn't hear that chaos that his house was.

You see, they aren't called the Louds for nothing, a house full of kids, each one with different interests and personalities results in a chaotic lifestyle that Lincoln was very used to it.

He was very used to wake with the deafning shredding of Luna's ax, or to the often fights between Lola and Lana, or even to explosions coming from Lisa's Room. The only times he woke up and was silent was when he woke up at dawn, to go to the bathroom or have a glass of water.

Lincoln sighed, he had forgotten how pleasant the silence was when you wake up in the morning, he was silent for a few minutes enjoying this peace. Deciding it was time to get up, she opened her eyes, but it was still dark. But not the darkness of his room at night, but a deep darkness, as if he were inside a box.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand, but hit something that looked like a wall. Lincoln was very surprised, his room was small, but not so much. He reached up, touching a surface he identified as wood. Panic instantly entered his body, feeling around him. He was actually in a box, from the material, he deduced that it would be one of Lucy's coffins. He groaned, that must be a joke from Luan. He know that his wannabe comedian sister could go far in her pranks, but trap him in a coffin? That went too far. Even for her.

"Haha very funny Luan" Said Lincoln with a fake laugh. "Now get me out of here!" He didn't hear a sound. He tapped the coffin lid a few times and spoke again. "Come on Luan! It's not funny anymore! Get me out of here!" When more silence came, he started to get angry. "TAKE ME OUT FROM HERE LUAN!" He was practically punching the lid of the coffin in a panic and anger at his sister. "TAKE ME OUT OR I'M GONNA TELL MOM!"

He kept hitting me on the lid for several minutes, until he started to get tired. The panic in his body was so loud that he thought he heard something. He stopped to pay attention, hoping to be someone coming to his aid. It was a voice, a deep voice and at the same time soft, he heard it as if someone was whispering in his ear. A chill ran down his spine.

"Calm down, Lincoln, it's okay." Whispered the voice.

"W-what? What is going on?" Sttutered Lincoln.

"You are indeed in a coffin, but it's not work from Luan." The voice answered.

"No? So why am I in a Coffin? And why am I hearing you in my head?" questioned the boy.

"Everything in your time kid. But now, you need to get out of that coffin."

"How?"

"Put your hand in the lid, makes focus and push upwards."

Lincoln did as Instructed, putting his hand against the lid, and concentrated. When he pushed up, he felt his hand go right by. Lincoln stifled the urge to scream, just closed his eyes and continued to push, slowly, he felt he could get up from the floor of the coffin and he did. When he lost his focus and felt he was trapped in what looked like dirt, as if the coffin was buried in dirt. Lincoln wondered who would be sick of putting him in a coffin and burying him. He pushed hard and started digging for his freedom. For what seemed like hours, Lincoln dug up. When he was already giving up, he felt the earth getting thinner, and with one last effort, he pushed with all his might, his hand was now free. He felt cold drops splash on his hand. Feling his strength returning, he continued his digging, now pulling his other hand out, and pulling his body hard out of the hole. He crawled out.

It was a very rainy night, with thunder and lightning being the only forms of lighting that Lincoln had. He looked up, between the Lightnings he saw that he was at the Royal Woods cemetery. He felt his body start to shake as he started do realize what was going on.

He reluctantly looked back, afraid to see what he saw what he was thinking. And what he really saw, but he didn't want to believe what he was seeing, a white marble headstone. Carved in the marble, the words that he didn't want to read.

Here lies Lincoln Loud

Beloved son and brother and friend

We always will remember you

2009 – 2021

"I... I... Am..." Sobbed Lincoln, in his knees.

"Dead." Finished the same voice that Lincoln had heard. but now, she was after the boy. When he turned around. He saw before him, a tall man, his skin was white as paper, he wore black jeans and a black hooded jacket that covered much of his face.

"You are he, aren't you?" Lincoln spoke. "The Grim Reaper"

The man nodded. "It wasn't exactly what you expected, was it?" The reaper spoke with a chuckle, trying to light the mood, bit Lincoln continued with his expression of dread. The reaper sighed. "Yes, you unfortunately died."

"H-how? I can't remember... The last thing I remember is..." He stoped as a flash of him playing with his sister Lynn and passing out. This memory made his head hurt, he fell to ground with both hands in head.

"Man... The last thing you remember is that back? That's unusual... Normally you all remember until the last time they slept before they died." Comented The Reaper picking on his nose.

"So it's true... I am dead... But I feel so live!" Exclamed Lincoln backing up his feet.

"Well Lincoln, you are dead, your corpse is 7 feet under us." The Reaper pointed down to the ground.

"But, I am breathing! I can feel my pulse! I can feel the rain!" Said Lincoln spreading his arms.

"Well..." The reaper stoped, now picking his ear. Trying to figure the best way to put it. "You are in the middle of the passage to beyond right now, a plan of existence that is very complicated, there's a word, but I can't really remember..."

"So, I'm in Limbo?"

"I think that's another word... Which is?" The Reaper scratched his chin trying to remember.

"A Ghost?" Suggested.

"That's it! You are a ghost! Thank you!"

"So... Since you're here... You're here to guide me for the other world, right?" Questioned Lincoln with a deep frow.

"Well... If you want... But actually I was thinking about something different." The Ripper made a gentle smile.

"What?"

"You see Lincoln, my work is to watch people in their last moments and guide them to heaven or hell."

"Wait, it shouldn't have a judgment of some kind?" Interfered Lincoln.

"That judgement is made in the moment of death, you already passed by that and didn't noticed." Lincoln made na "Oh" with the Answer. "Look, I followed your life in your last weeks and... Well... You're a great dude man." Lincoln made a small smile with the compliment.

"So... I decided to break some rules... And... Well... Look it's complicated I am already on trouble. Here, take this." The Reaper pulled from the jacket Lincoln's phone.

When Lincoln tried to grab, his hand phased through. "What?"

"You're still a ghost Lincoln. Remember, focus."

"Right." Lincoln took a deep breath and concentrated for a bit and was able to pick his phone.

"See, you're already getting it!" Said The Reaper with a small smile.

"Thanks!" Lincoln stared to his phone. Some long and awkward seconds passed with both of them in silence.

"... So what now?" Lincoln finally broke the silence.

"You, I don't know, me... I will get na earful when I'm back there..."

"Well... Good luck, I guess." Lincoln gave The Reaper a handshake, before looking at his grave and realizing something important. "Wait, what's the rules of..." When Lincoln shifted his eyes bake were The Reaper was, he vanished. "... Ghosts."

This fic takes some inspirations on the events is Requiem for a Loud, but it's not a necessarily a sequel, because frankly, I have no guts to read it. I know.I also want to make something clear:I am NOT native speaker of english, and I am NOT 100% in the language. (I'm brazilian btw) So, please, be educated and point in the comments grammar error that I've certainly committed.So, that's all for now, bye!