Lincoln was finishing arranging his furniture in his new house. The movers had arrived in the morning and helped him unload some furniture from the truck. Then, as was due for the service they offered in the contract, they arranged the furniture inside. of the house and then they left after receiving their pay, Lincoln then had no choice but to start arranging everything in their respective places or rather where he thought they would be better, when he finished he felt very tired so he didn't I had another better idea than to go to the kitchen and get some cold water from the refrigerator.

Lincoln: nothing like cold water to soothe the soul... -He opened the refrigerator looking inside, the only thing there was packages of food that he brought from Felipe's house and a jug of cooling water, that refrigerator really looked very empty and pathetic– ...I think I should buy food supplies better known as "food"

He said that while he poured a little water into a glass glass, then he put the jug inside the refrigerator and began to drink the water from the glass. After finishing drinking all the water he went to the kitchen sink. , he placed the glass on one side of it along with other glasses and then, without being able to avoid it, he looked out the window in front of him, what he could see was the tree in the patio next to his children's sandbox and Lily's, he remembered the tree a a little smaller and the yard a little dirtier full of toys, but now it was completely clean and seemed very lonely, then he focused his gaze on the cot where he slept several nights when his family believed that he brought bad luck and he began to remember every night. like a damn flash or a bunch of images in front of him, without noticing it he had remained frozen in front of the window directly observing that wooden cot with Walt's name engraved on the front of the cot, while he was hypnotized he began to remember his sessions with the psychologist at the age of 20, when he decided to try to forget his hatred and resentment

[FLASHBACK]

Lincoln was sitting in the right seat of the psychologist's room. He was tightly squeezing an anti-stress ball because of the nerves he felt at being in a place like that and knowing that he would have to talk about his past. He became even more nervous when he saw Enter the psychologist into the room, he was a bearded man with brown hair, apparently he was about 40 years old or more. The psychologist did not hesitate to sit in the seat in front of Lincoln and, with a notebook in his hands, ask him a direct question.

Jefferson: "lincoln loud" right? –He was asking that to write it down in his notebook –

Lincoln: I wish I could change the last name "Loud"...but, yes, I am Lincoln Loud... -Lincoln responded without much encouragement to say his last name, only to later notice how the therapist psychologist wrote something down in his notebook making him show an expression of distrust – ...what do you write down?

Jefferson: nothing, don't worry, I'm just writing down your name to remember it...they're notes haha, I have a bad memory... –he answered the question, smiling calmly so as not to make Lincoln nervous–…well Mr. Lincoln, I want to tell you. It is a great step you are taking, not many admit to having hatred or resentment that must stop.

Lincoln: actually I was not the one who decided to come here, the court and the partners of "starL" force me...they believe that I need to resolve my problems with a psychologist, according to them I have serious hate problems against my "family" "If I can call them family; They call it misanthropy, I think, surely the court and my lawyers spoke with you - Lincoln at first showed that he was against being there, according to him, he should not be there because he did not have any hate problem and he was not a misanthrope, he was a Simple family rivalry, nothing serious according to Lincoln.

Jefferson: They told me a little about what happened... although I think everyone should know it by now, "tycoon blows up a house" is something that attracts too much attention and sounds very interesting, according to what I read in the newspaper, you told the cameras " Lola, rot in hell, I wish you had been in the damn blonde house of (insults and more insults)" and well, what follows is that to the world you are a megalomaniac who believes that common laws are not for him...now Let's forget that and tell me why you blew up your sister's house? And with what? The second question is more personal hehe

Lincoln: well, actually I'm not a megalomaniac like everyone thinks... -he became somewhat serious although he continued smiling without giving the therapist any importance- ...I used C4, also I didn't blow up his house...they were his collector cars , the house was an appetizer or something extra

Jefferson: "C4" god... –while laughing he began to write down what he said, Lincoln would think that he was using this talk to destroy him in court, but he was protected by the "doctor and patient" privacy law– .. .how did you end up doing that?

Lincoln: well, I have a collection of unique vehicles...you know, old or new that are very expensive, almost everyone knew that...that included my sisters, Lola and Lana... -as he began to tell what happened to come up with such a stupid and crazy thing, he also began to squeeze the anti-stress ball hard, revealing that despite showing calmness deep down he was overflowing with many emotions or rather just hatred – ...to complete my collection After so many years I was searching the world for an invaluable vehicle, the bugatti "La Voiture Noire"; This vehicle is one of the most expensive in the world and the fastest; 400 kilometers per hour...well I was going to buy said vehicle, but, my sisters Lana and Lola managed to get there first before me, but what really happened was that Lana moved her influences in the automobile market and got her a advance meeting for lola

Jefferson: So you think they did this on purpose...that they did it to make you angry or make fun of you?

Lincoln: I know they did it to screw up my existence, Lola is capable and Lana is her accomplice, it was always like that...so I devised a plan, something to get revenge on both of them, with Lola it was to blow up her entire collection of priceless vehicles and make it lose billions, I never expected that the explosion would kill the wool animals...that was not my idea, I love animals...some

Lincoln said that as if it were no big deal to blow up a luxurious house or kill some animals by mistake, since from his perspective he was not committing a crime or doing something wrong, it was simple poetic justice as he saw it.

Jefferson: I understand, everything was part of your plan...even declaring yourself crazy at your trial -he continued writing down everything as Lincoln's session progressed-

Lincoln: um yeah, it was something that didn't go well at all... I was hoping to end up paying bail and then go to a nice asylum, where I would only spend how much? 8 months

Jefferson: Maybe you see less if they noticed you were sane and capable of taking sensible reasons... but, instead of declaring you crazy... they declared that you suffered from a serious mental illness known as "megalomania" which caused you to direct an uncontrollable hatred towards yourself. family, without being able to reason the consequences of your actions...

Lincoln: Eureka, you don't hold anything back...well, since you understand my situation, sign that I am sane or that I am cured and let me return to my penthouse - he got up from his seat, releasing the anti-stress sphere, letting it fall to the ground and then prepare to leave there–

Jefferson: haha it's not that simple Lincoln, I am a good therapist and as the rules of your trial dictate, we need at least 7 sessions...so that I can dictate whether you are cured or not, until then, as you know, you are under house arrest... –Jefferson changed his calm and friendly attitude for that of a psychologist, serious and cold in the face of deductions– ...and believe me, in just one session I managed to see that you really have a strong hatred for your family, why?

Lincoln: My family marked me in a way you can't imagine and why I hate them, don't you ask them "why?" To the tortured, you don't ask "why?" to the Nazi and you don't ask him "why did they do it?" to a family that believes that you are the problem - Lincoln showed real hatred and disgust while answering Jefferson's question, making him understand a little that it was not an unsupported hatred, something had happened in Lincoln's life that made him like that —

Jefferson: well...look Lincoln, I don't really understand what happened in your life for you to hate your life like that, it will be something we will see in our next sessions...but, now I can tell you, it comes from the therapist in me and also from the common person... -he lowered his notebook looking directly into Lincoln's eyes- ...the resentment you feel, all that hatred that you throw and show towards your family, is not the best life option , all that you have in your head, the more they take root in you, the more problems you will have, they will not go away or disappear when you want, there will come a time when you will no longer want hate in your life and hate itself will not let you go, To continue your life and create the life you want, you must continue forward forgetting the bad and remembering the good... I will wait for you in the next session if you want to fix your life, I will help you channel your hatred into positive things

Lincoln looked at him a little surprised, he understood a little what the therapist was saying, there were times when he was at an appointment or an important meeting and because he ran into one of his sisters or heard from them, he would explode in anger and rage that he had no reason for. fixed target so he clung to the first one in his step, Lincoln thought about it for a few seconds only to then leave the psychologist's room without saying anything

Lincoln was completely immersed in his thoughts, until the sudden sound of some knocks on the front door made him come out of his trance and move his head trying to regain the vision of his eyes since he looked somewhat blurred from having his eyes open. for a few good minutes, after completely recovering his vision, he turned around and began walking towards the entrance, passing near the large table to eat, then he arrived at the entrance thinking about who it could be.

Lincoln: I hope it's not Lincoln's parents wanting to welcome me - he took the doorknob with his right hand while saying that in a low voice only to then turn the doorknob and open the door slowly, sticking his head out first to see the other side -

Davis family: welcome to royal wood!

On the other side of the door was a family of 5 people, who quickly upon seeing him spoke loudly, welcoming him and showing smiles, except for the teenagers who seemed or rather it was obvious that they did not want to be there, because of their appearances; The father was the same age as him, while his wife could be a few years younger if she based it on her appearance, lastly the little ones; The eldest must have been the tallest and I estimated that she was about 18 years old, while the one in the middle was about 14 years old and then at the end of the row was a little girl who was apparently about 10 years old from the looks of it, she did smile unlike the other. his brothers looking at him with great curiosity and excitement

Lincoln: am...thank you?... –he was still confused, because he didn't know what was happening and while he opened the door completely, showing his somewhat disastrous appearance, he stood in the middle of the entrance to his house–...mmh? ?

Cain Davis: oh right, excuse me... I introduce myself, I'm Cain Davis, these are my children and this is my wife Astrid – the lightly bearded man introduced his children who did not greet except the youngest child –

Astrid Davis: nice to meet you, we brought you cherry pie, I'm sure the move left you tired... - Mrs. Davis offered Lincoln a plastic tray with a complete and freshly baked cherry pie - ...I hope you enjoy it Sir ?

Lincoln: Lincoln, Lincoln loud... -he took the silver tray with both hands, preventing it from falling and even though the cherry pie released some fear due to the heat, the tray was cold- ...I'm the one. ...

Cain Davis: ...the son of the Louds... -he sounded surprised at the news, he didn't know Lincoln and had only heard of him, thanks to Rita and Lynn Sr.- ...woow so the Louds were able to move and leave the house to your son, what great news

Astrid Davis: yes, they already seemed very tired...plus they lived alone in such a big house, it must have been sad that they only saw their children and grandchildren during the festivities –Astrid explained in part the life of Rita and Lynn sir, which made Lincoln think that he was doing it on purpose so that he would feel some affection for them–

Lincoln: yes, what a pity... -he sighed only to then enter the house walking towards the table to eat dinner or breakfast, he had planned to leave the tray with the cherry pie there so he could finish talking with his new friends. neighbors – ...they can come in, if they want

When Lincoln entered he surprised the Davis family, then upon hearing what he was saying from the room on the right they understood that they could continue the conversation inside their house, the parents seemed a little hesitant to enter since Lincoln did not seem like someone very nice, but, The speed of their little daughter Julie meant that they had to enter after her

Julie Davis: great!... -the little girl ran in without waiting another minute, when she entered the house she was surprised how not much had changed except for some new furniture- ...lincoln, you don't remodel much, right?

Lincoln: Not really, whenever I buy a place I leave all the furniture as I saw it the first time... -He approached the living room, standing next to the stairs that led to the second floor, observing the curious little girl and also her neighbors. Enter your house with some nervousness – ...don't be nervous, you know this house and Lincoln's parents...make yourself at home

Cain Davis: I'm sorry, it's just that I was surprised by the fact that... –he didn't finish what he was saying for fear of what it would cause to tell him honestly what he thought–

Lincoln: ...I wasn't a family man and I didn't see myself as a presentable, calm citizen...that's what happens when someone else plays the beginning and you only play halfway through the story, you don't know how you ended up like that and You have to do what you can with what the previous one gave you -Lincoln laughed a little because Cain was afraid to tell the truth, he didn't really care if others saw him as a criminal or former drug addict, since this was Because of the Lincoln of this universe, he still planned to change his status to a more decent one–

Ash Davis: wait...he said "Lincoln's parents" – the black-haired boy asked that, looking at him confused and lowering his cell phone, still holding it at waist level –

Bianca Davis: for the first time I agree with the fool...that sounded suspicious

Both children acted a little rude in front of an adult they had just met, causing their parents to get upset with them and yell at them to keep quiet, while Lincoln on the other hand only showed a slight smile.

Lincoln: well this is something I'm obliged to talk about, since we will be neighbors... -he stood up alone and then approached them simply by taking two steps without wanting to be too close either, so as not to scare them- ...lincoln He suffers from a personality disorder... I am one of the personalities that Lincoln created, apparently I was born when Lincoln suffered a small overdose and his brain was screaming for him to fix his life

Everyone was surprised at what Lincoln was saying, it was seriously a bad topic of conversation, but even so, Lincoln decided to tell them that now so that they know and also to scare them, making them leave his house.

Cain Davis: that's... woow... well, am... –he spoke somewhat in a clipped way, showing that he didn't know what to say about that–...I think we have to go, I'm sorry, we just have to do something important

Julie Davis: but dad, I want to see what the second floor is like! -The 10-year-old girl said that, throwing a tantrum and seeming upset that they had to leave-

Astrid Davis: Julie, daughter... Do you want some chocolate? –Cain Davis's wife said that to Julie, crouching down to her height and looking at her smiling, what she said completely convinced Julie who decided to go with them–

Julie Davis: Yes, chocolate!

The family said goodbye to Lincoln with a simple "see you later" and some good wishes, Lincoln followed them behind them waiting for them to leave and then watched them go to the house of his old neighbor Mr. Grouse, some changes were noticeable in this and the front finally had toys as well as traces that children lived in that house.

Julie: Lincoln, tomorrow I'm going to see your second floor! –The little girl was yelling that at the top of her lungs from the porch of her house, watching Lincoln look at her from the porch of the Loud house–

Lincoln: first discover the cure for cancer!

Lincoln yelled that at him as a mockery and a way of telling him that he would never enter his house, after that he turned around and returned inside his house, closing the door behind him after entering, then he began to walk this time in the direction To the second floor, he climbed the stairs slowly. When he reached the second floor hallway, he walked slowly until he was almost at the bottom of a small door in the ceiling. After looking at the door for a few minutes, he extended his hand towards it, taking a rope that was attached to said door. When he took it and pulled it hard, he caused that door to open downwards, showing a staircase, which began to extend downwards as if it were alive. A little knock was heard when the staircase hit the ground and immediately afterward, Lincoln began to climb. said staircase, which led to the attic

Lincoln: well, according to Mr. Louds... the penthouse still has everything.

Lincoln said that without much encouragement as he slowly climbed the stairs. When he reached the attic he stood next to the exit/entrance of the attic and then, pulling a rope, he turned on the ceiling light, revealing a large part of the entire attic, which he saw. He was so surprised that he was almost scared, there were more boxes than he remembered in his universe, it meant that they had accumulated memories or that in this universe the attic was fuller, Lincoln voted for the second option and thinking that it would be a lot of work, he decided to go down. the stairs again shaking his head as he did so

Lincoln: Lincoln, I'll leave that to you for when you get back... while I'll take care of the rest - he said that, using it as a pretext to avoid having a lot of stupid work, especially if it was cleaning up family memories, if it were up to him he would burn everything or I would throw it in the trash, without checking if they were family memories or trash–

At night.
Lincoln was at those same moments trying to sleep on the couch, it was only 01:27 am and he still couldn't fall asleep, it was impossible for him to sleep in that house as far as he was aware, he tried to sleep in all the existing beds in that place. Even those of Lincoln's sisters and his parents, none of them managed to give him any sleep or make him forget about the dog house. He was lying there on the couch looking directly at the ceiling in the darkness of his living room while he tried to sleep or at least feel a little tired, if the sofa didn't work I had planned to use some drug to sleep, but, I just remembered that this body was that of a drug addict, I didn't know what drugs could cause in Lincoln's body

Lincoln: shit! –This one shouted that while he began to move as if he were throwing a tantrum and uncovered himself, throwing the sheet to the floor–

After throwing his little tantrum and getting tired of not being able to sleep, he had a single idea that maybe he could make him sleep, so having decided, he got up from the couch, sitting on it, then placing some simple black slippers on his feet.

Lincoln: well, I'll need some gasoline...maybe I'll find some in the garage.

He got up from the couch with a robe on and some slippers on his feet, he looked like a simple man trying to fall asleep.

Julie entered her parents' room on the second floor, her parents were completely asleep, Cain was hugging Astrid from behind, resting in peace, Julie walked slowly towards them and standing next to her father, she began to move him, whispering to him.

Julie Davis: dad, dad...dad, dad –she said his name repeatedly while moving him trying to wake him up–

Cain had no plans to wake up, but it was inevitable that he would not come out of his dream while his daughter moved him. He slowly began to open his eyes, looking at her, still with his eyes somewhat closed.

Cain Davis: mmh...what's going on? Honey... –I thought maybe I just had a nightmare, so I didn't give it much importance more than I should–

Julie Davis: Lincoln, he's burning down the neighbors' dog house... –she said that, a little worried about Lincoln and also about the dog house–…maybe he feels bad

Cain Davis: Uh...did you say "burning"? –He opened his eyes a little more, somewhat confused, maybe he heard wrong–

Julie Davis: yes, look... -the little girl walked away from her parents' bed, only to then approach the window, opening it with all her strength since it was heavy and then look out looking at the neighbor's yard, revealing how a The light illuminated his face and he entered the room.

Cain Davis: it can't be... - still sleepy, he got up from his bed, then walked to the window and looked out to see the neighbor's backyard - ...it must be a joke

Cain woke up completely, seeing, surprised, how Lincoln was a few steps from the dog house, watching as said doghouse was burning in flames away from the tree so that it wouldn't catch fire.

Astrid Davis: what's going on? love... –Cain's wife woke up due to the commotion of her husband and her daughter, rubbing her eyes and noticing how Cain was putting on his robe–...where are you going?

Cain Davis: Let's talk to the neighbor, he's burning the dog's bed... –Cain left the room upset–

Astrid Davis: ...burning the cucha, but, it's only 1:00 – Astrid didn't understand what was happening so she decided to get up and look out the window, to see what her daughter was seeing, being surprised by the image in front of her. she-

Lincoln was standing in front of the cabin at a safe distance while the cabin caught fire. In his right hand he held an almost empty bottle of gasoline. He had used it to set that cabin on fire. He was calm looking at the fire until he heard someone talk to him

Cain Davis: For God's sake, what are you doing?! –Cain shouted nervously at him while he leaned on the fence looking at the fire that was now the shelter–

Lincoln: I set the stove on fire, why? –He responded to Cain without knowing that he was doing something wrong, although in reality he did know and he didn't care–

Cain Davis: Lincoln, I don't know what's happening... but please put out the fire - he asked Lincoln, worried that the fire would start a disaster -

Lincoln: don't worry...the fire won't spread, I prepared it like this... -he said that while looking at the fire only to then feel a little sleepy and yawn for that reason-...well, see you tomorrow neighbor

Cain watched in surprise as Lincoln returned to his house, entering it without paying attention to the fire that started. When he saw that bonfire, he thought about putting it out, but then he noticed how it didn't go anywhere, the flames didn't reach the tree or the forest, It was well controlled so without wanting to get a headache he returned to his house, meanwhile Lincoln was now lying in his parents' bed starting to fall asleep quickly.