A/N: Just a heads up, this one is a long one, it's kind of a summary of the whole thing so far if written by Lisa. If you feel like this is too much and want to skip it I wouldn't blame you, but I will say that Lisa is right about some things and wrong about others in her observation. She is human after all and, though she would deny it, close to her family, but over all this is a bit of a strange chapter. There's also a couple hints and semi reveals in this chapter. Thanks as always.

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Lincoln descended into the basement and below into Lisa's Laboratory, dug out and built by her many robot workers, currently running around and doing whatever needed doing in the lab. Everything from cleaning to stress tests were automated. There were several unique robots, such as Friendbot4000, an updated chassis for one of her older models, RTAA, another variant on an old version, and the incomparable Todd, one of Lisa's oldest and most consistent robots. He was currently awaiting the lab assistant of the hour at the door.

"How's it going, Lincoln?" he asked in a monotonous voice that, to Lincoln, sounded as full of life as a familiar old friend.

"Busy as always, Todd, how about you?" He said with a smile, both hands in his pocket.

"Dr. Loud has been keeping me busy, as always. Running simulations, crunching secondary numbers-"

"-Reminding her to eat?"

"Of course," if the robot could he would smile, "She is... a handful."

"They all are," he noted, "Speaking of which, I guess we'd better get this over with before Lori blows a gasket. She's only got one more day here after today and she wants more, 'familial bonding time,' with me and Loan," Todd was silent, "You know you can speak your mind around me Todd."

"Your life is... difficult, isn't it?"

He nodded, "But you know that already, don't you?"

He turned away, "Come with me, Lincoln."

They began their short trek to where his younger sister was currently fooling with a machine that he couldn't see into. He immediately felt his blood boil.

"Lisa Loud, if my daughter is in whatever this is I swear I'll-"

"Relax older brother, our offspring should currently be experiencing NREM in her safety pod."

"What?"

"She's asleep," she noted, not budging from her position, "I need your assistance," she stated as she opened the chamber to reveal a sheet of metal in a chamber, "A single stick of trinitroglycerol, sorbents, and stabilizers, street name dynamite, is the roughly the same as 2-methyl-1,3,5-trinitrobenzene, Street name TNT at 1.5 million pounds per square inch. A single M81 grenade can reach up to 39 billion pounds per square inch. A ton of both is roughly around 4.184 megajoules. atomic weapon of mass destruction averages around 1 million megatons of tnt. I can't hope to emulate that, but I can get up to at least a single decimal point of a megajoule of energy, behold," she pressed the button and he could hear a whirring as a machine pressurized a piece of chromatic metal in a clear bulb, it began floating but didn't bend, "I believe this metal compound that's a mixture of several different alloys can maintain it's form at this pressure. I think this compound can be a key component in a suit of displacement and protective armor that-" Lincoln slammed his fist on the emergency stop button, "Hey!"

He opened the cap wordlessly and pulled a coin out of his pocket. He opened the top of the pressure chamber and flicked the coin into the pressure chamber and recapped the machine. He repressed the button and the machine restarted, causing the coin to ram itself into the sheet of metal. The sheet rapidly fused with the coin, causing it to dent and contort immediately. It wildly began shaking until Lincoln again hit the emergency stop. Lisa stared at the failed experiment in awe, then turned to her brother who was staring at the results.

"Pressure is only one problem when it comes to explosions," he stated calmly, "Shrapnel is what you really have to worry about. Sure, an explosion by itself can kill you. But the shrapnel will tear you apart. That was a coin, most grenades have metal shrapnel, designed to kill... let alone missiles and air to surface bombs."

"Rats!" she groaned, "I was sure I had it this-" she was cut off as her brother turned to her, emptiness in his eyes and a neutral expression, "Time..."

Lisa was bad with emotions. Everything that people assumed about her older sister Lucy was more true about her than her somber sibling. She was a logical to a fault, a bit egocentric, and bad at thinking through the emotional ramifications of her actions when she had a clear cut goal. She knew, for the most part, consequences of her actions, but when it came to one of her experiments she was terrible at seeing the bigger picture. So now, here she was, realizing that her actions had hurt her older brother... the father of her miracle child... if she humored such frivolous thoughts.

"Dang it," she groaned, "I'm sorry Lincoln. I forgot about your-"

"It's fine Lisa... I'm just happy this experiment didn't involve Lulu..."

Lisa was boorish... but not stupid, "Emergency maneuver number 79!"

Robot's immediately pushed a chair against Lincolns legs, causing him to fall back into it, "Hey!" The robots began massaging his shoulders as Lisa straddled him in a hug, "... Really?"

"I'm serious Lincoln!" she shouted against his shoulder, "I'm sorry and-"

"-and I said it's fine... as long as this is for an American company..."

"...Classified?" she stated in a half laugh.

He rolled his eyes, "Really?"

"Do you seriously think I'd be stupid enough to work for a foreign entity?"

He was silent for a moment before wrapping his arms around his sister, "No... Not unless you were truly worried about me or the family... or Lulu."

She smiled and leaned into his shoulder, "I... should have thought through my actions... I'm... sorry for involving-"

"I don't want to hear it," he smiled, "I'm a sucker for helping my sisters after all."

She said nothing for a moment as she leaned her head against his, "I just... wish we were as attentive to your needs as you are ours."

He smiled as he ran his hands across her back and kissed her cheek, "I'll be fine," he promised, "now... I'd better get upstairs before Lori loses it."

He stood up but she held onto his shirt, "Lincoln?"

He turned back, "I'm fi-"

"Can we... maybe go out next week? Just you, me, and Lulu?"

His numb expression turned to a genuinely warm smile, "Of course, Lisa."

She smiled back and planted a gentle, almost chaste, kiss on his lips, "I... love you, Lincoln."

"Love you too, sis," he assured as he walked to the entrance to the lab, hands in his pockets.

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Lisa observed her elder sister and brother outside playing in the yard, possibly hunting for animals as was typical for her. Lana was excited to finally be spending time with her brother, unaware that she was being observed.

"What are you thinking, Doctor?" Todd asked as he brought her a glass of apple juice.

"I'm thinking," the young girl sighed, taking a sip of her juice, "That I need to review my notes."

She sat down at her desk, making sure Lily was far too distracted with her drawing to notice her pulling out her files. She had several, each labeled after an individual sibling, separated by dividers labeled in gibberish so that if they were found by her parents it wouldn't reveal her siblings secrets. The first was labeled with her morbid sister... the progenitor of her elder siblings current situation.

Subject: Lucy Loud

Elder sister. Originally a fan of morbid creatures and pseudo science, see magic, and catalyst of the current situation my elder siblings find themselves a part of. Her manipulative nature only astounds me as much as her strange affinity with this forbidden romance she has stoked. Of all the current coconspirators she's definitely the closest to an 'Alpha Female,' there could be. Every recorded action drips of sexuality... even those before our other sisters. In addition to her blatant flaunting of the illicit relationship with our elder brother, her volatility is only matched by Lynn. It's easy to see how this happened, given her affinity for forbidden romance and her clear favoritism of our elder brother. Of all of our siblings that she has a, granted, supernatural ability of approaching with the silence of a still wind... her most frequent target was him.

Although our older sisters, Luan and Luna, has always been more poetic and I, myself, far more verbose, she insisted upon approaching our only brother.

Her eye twitched as she read on.

I should have realized something more was afoot when she ceased contact with our older brother... but alas... emotional matters have never been my strong suit. Even with my current interest in the psychological state of my siblings I have little to no grasp on the obvious question.

why?

I will admit... our brother is attractive. But enough to break societal and genetic taboos? I find myself even hesitating to answer that question as I can't even comprehend it. Her approach was one befitting of her, under a veil of pseudoscience and mysticism. Now she's woven a web of deceit and manipulation... all to satiate her own desires.

Diagnosis: Extreme Brother Complex and Neurotic Behavior

For once, I'm at a loss of how else to label this. It's apparent that she's purposefully isolated herself as an excuse to pursue our elder brother. I'm not entirely certain where this focus stems from, possibly a combination of early attachment mixed with a love for the macabre and taboo. From an infatuation of a poor marble bust of a fictional undead character to her own brother, it seems almost fitting. The real question is how far is she willing to go to nurture and protect this illicit romance she's nurtured into a fruit bearing... thing.

She shook her head in annoyance. It was no secret that, of all her siblings, the one she clashed with most was Lucy. It wasn't just the fact that they were polar opposites. One at the peak of scientific research and the other lost in paranormal and mystical fantasies... but that wasn't all... she rubbed the bridge of her nose as she pulled the next file after placing the first on her desk.

Subject: Lori Loud

Eldest sister... second person to... approach our brother. It seems so obvious when I think about it logically. Lori, our eldest sister, was not always the symmetrical beauty she presents herself as in her early twenties. When she was in her early teens she had median diastema amongst other physical maladies, street name of, 'ugly duckling phase,' had isolated her from a lot of her peers in the early stages of our brothers life... but still he saw his eldest sister as an awe inspiring goddess. Throughout her young teens our brother was her sole source of confidence from all the information I could gather from... a source. Looking at her current husband and comparing him to Lincoln highlights the obvious. There's an old, outdated, ideology that in searching for a compatible partner we search for someone who compares to our opposite gender parental unit. But for Lori, it seems she was searching for someone who instead compares to... Lincoln. The only person who worshipped the ground she walked on... even when she was at her lowest. Now I am the bearer of another secret... the siring of my niece, not three years younger than my younger sister. The medication has seemed to have the desired effect.

Young Loan is healthy... strong... and free from any disabilities that could be caused by genetic defect.

I don't know if this is a marketable effect (or one that should be openly flaunted) but it's definitely a useful one given... current circumstances.

Diagnosis: Brother Complex paired with an Inferiority Complex

Lori has been running from her feelings her entire teenage life. A rush to eliminate those childish tendencies that connected her and Lincoln. She handed down her entire comic collection, swore off games in video format, and attempted to distance herself from any event her, 'childish,' younger siblings (sans Leni) enjoyed. But alas, as many authors and play makers have postulated, the heart wants what it wants. Roberto Santiago is a good man, but it's no wonder him and Lincoln get along as well as they do. Similar personalities, similar interests, even similar mannerisms. But a lot more... shall we say, simple? Regardless, the jealousy she felt towards her younger siblings and the misplaced aggression she heaped on Lincoln at the turning point of his first decade on this planet, thinly veiled as a want to exert the power she possessed by grace of being the eldest sibling, is now apparent to me... and more so to her. Every attempt I have made to allow us to meet our niece has been met with a short and terse, 'No.' When pressed she simply claims she's a danger to him. Something about repression and dangerous repercussions, a Newton's Third Law of emotional responses if you will.

She shook her head as she pulled a second file from within the first, "It baffles me that one night, a solitary mistake, fueled by fermented corn of all things, could result in something such as this."

Patient: Loan Loud-Santiago (Genuinely don't know which to call her)

Patient shows no obvious maladies on the surface. Blood samples, urinary samples, and fecal samples are all positive indicators of no genetic mutations or defects either, though I would have preferred if patients parental unit would have come to me, her aunt, before some inner city quack for a embryonic fluid sample. It may be too early to tell, but as of now I can say the Genetic Correction and Strengthening Serum or GCSS for short is a success and viable to use on humans as well as livestock... now if only I could convince the medical institutes without revealing my nieces true siring.

She placed the file of her eldest sister on top of Lucy's and pulled the next out.

Subject: Lynn Loud Jr.

Honestly, sans Lucy, this one surprised me the least. Lynn claims no interest in the opposite sex... or the same sex for that matter... but rather than hound her friends, or even our other tomboyish sisters, for assistance with her various athletic engagements, she gravitated towards the somewhat lanky and awkward brother. I always found it strange, but, then again, Lynn is strange. She had also been roommates with our brother until right before Lily was born... so I had just chalked it up to lingering affection and a need to reconnect. Perhaps that's how it started... but Lucy is far more devious than I have ever given her credit for. Securing a coconspirator and an ally in her, 'affair,' really was a boon for her... especially one as emotionally responsive as Lynn. It's created this strange chorus of opposites, like a magnetic polarity on a planet protecting it from meteorites... or a good cop, bad cop combination. Lynn creates an emotional extreme that Lucy swiftly cools, albeit unintentionally on Lynn's part... but it truly is a farce. Lynn's jealousy and new found obsessiveness is rivaled only by Lucy's, and as long as Lucy allows Lynn's indulgence she has a permanent partner in this incident.

Diagnosis: Extreme Brother Complex, possible Manic Syndrome

I don't know if what Lynn was feeling was platonic prior to Lucy's mind games, it certainly didn't take a lot to convince her, but I know for a fact if she did, Lincoln's natural growth in puberty was definitely the spark that lit the flame. Her near limitless energy has surprisingly been tamed by our brother's new found strength. Lynn has essentially built her own Adonis in the form of our brother's constant physical tasking brought forth by her. Tempering steel, after all, will only strengthen it. I do believe that she has, at one time, stated she could only love a man who could best her... strange that it could only be our brother who could circumvent that mountain.

She flipped over to the camera, currently observing the two girls room. Lynn was writhing in her bed in anger as Lucy laid completely still in her bed.

"It's not fair! Why do our days have to be delayed so Lincoln can hang out with the twins?!"

"The rules," Lucy responded flatly.

"Quit acting so haughty! I know it has to be eating you up inside too!"

Lucy turned and smiled, "Dearest brother offered to sleep both nights with me for delaying my day."

"What?! Not fair-"

"Remember when Luan joined? You got back to back nights then."

Lynn was silent for a moment and crossed her arms, "Still not fair."

"All of our days were delayed, dear sister. We have to make some sacrifices to protect our dearest brother. You know that."

She sighed, "I know... I just... miss him I guess," Lucy smiled as she stared at her, "What?!"

"Just thinking of how beautiful your love for our Lincoln is... if not a little selfish."

Lynn sucked her teeth and turned around, "He was mine before he was any of yours," she complained.

"Sigh," Lucy returned to her original resting position and Lisa switched the screen off.

She placed Lynn's file on top of Lucy's and pulled another.

Subject: Leni Loud

I really don't know how to describe this one. The only one Lincoln approached himself due to misreading signals. Honestly, I'd love to say I don't blame him, but the fact that he believed our simplist sister had the ability to purposefully seduce him is preposterous at best and egotistical at worse. It's very possible that his thinking was due to clouded judgement mixed with anxiety. But regardless, she took to this... situation like a fish to water. I'm not certain why, but the transferal of adoration for her siblings into a romantic one seemed almost... logical to her. I've replayed the video of her meeting with Lynn and Lucy regarding her first incident with Lincoln again and again, watching as she described such perverse details as if they were normal and flat out accepting the obscene relationship she shared with our sisters. It's more than that though. I'm starting to see signs of her developing... possessiveness towards our brother.

She flipped on the camera in Leni's room. Leni was currently sewing a sundress onto a mannequin that Lincoln had bought her for Christmas along with multiple different fabrics. He was making decent money loading and unloading equipment for Luna and the rest of her band. Nothing too extravagant, but way more than any teenager should have. He had also started selling their merchandise for them, always wearing that bandana that looked silly with his polo shirts. They had almost doubled the amount they were making with ticket sales, so he had become far more generous with his sisters... even Lisa. He had bought her an entire new set of beakers and safety equipment which was... appreciated given her recent dive into caustic materials. But Leni was the most satisfied with her present. Three mannequins to fill the empty space in her room since Lori moved out and enough fabric and materials to keep her designing for the next year or so when he'd buy her more. She turned back to her notes

Diagnosis: Leni

I lack the vocabulary to put it any other way. It's no surprise given her simple nature and general positivity that she would actively welcome a relationship with someone she already has intimate ties too... especially one who selflessly assists her regardless of her nature. I couldn't accurately count with an abacus the amount of times Lincoln has assisted her... let alone the rest of us... with our selfish whims. I don't think she fully comprehends the gravity of the situation given her propensity towards baby clothes as of late. She's developed several different styles and combinations of colors for, what I would assume, is each one of our sister. She even sent a set of sky blue onesies and dresses to Lori. Her innocence makes me feel like I'd be a monster to fully explain the situation in depth to her. Perhaps I'll tell her the medication is vitamins when I decide to implement the second stage of testing.

She threw the file on top of the others and pulled a vial out, setting it next to the files.

"I'll have to make sure this gets into their food today too," she sighed, "I wonder how father can be so quick to notice me adding, 'extra spices,' to his food... but not to notice his own children have thrown themselves into a forbidden coital relationship," she groaned as she pulled the next file out.

Subject: Luna Loud

This one genuinely surprised me. Even with the risk taking behavior or rock hungry sister displays, being drugged in a dive bar bathroom was not a future I foresaw. Under the influence of 3,4-Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, street name of ecstasy, she and her girlfriend, Samantha Sharp assaulted our brother. By this point he took it in stride, though unsurprisingly he was more concerned with the state of the women under the influence of illicit substances. I have to admit, even I was surprised when my motion tracker woke me up to see him soothing our elder sister and wiping sweat from her naked significant partner. I was initially working under the assumption that Luna was just suffering from the after effects of something approaching trauma bonding, specifically the, 'suspension bridge effect.' But, given her attentiveness to both partners as well as her immediate excitement when her turn comes around in the rotation, and even more surprisingly Sam's excitement, I can't shake the feeling that there was something from the beginning. Our brother may have truly ruined us with his persistent attentiveness.

When she read that last part she grabbed a pencil and swiftly erased the us and replaced it with a them, "I-I don't remember writing that part," she assured herself, "I must have been tired, a simple typo."

She looked down to the second half of the paper.

Diagnosis: Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder or possibly a separate Manic Disorder

I'd need to actually have a sit-down conversation with her to determine which one. She's not into narcotics from my observation, but she goes through extremes in emotions quite frequently. On the surface our sister seems very calm, almost serene, but her brain moves at a mile a second. She's extremely quick with her wit, coming up with songs seemingly out of thin air. I don't ever recall seeing her write down a single one of her songs or musical arrangements, yet she can just summon them up from the back of her mind like vapor from a pot of hydrogen dioxide experiencing extreme hyperthermal conditions. Given her obsession with rock music and general rebellion, thanks in no small part with her hero worship of the musician Mick Swagger, it's no surprise that she dove in feet first into a relationship with her brother when she found he was alright with it. Just another act of rebellion against a changing society. I'm not willing to label her as having a brother complex like the others just yet... but I am willing to say that she certainly does stick to him like she does when she and Sam have custody.

She set the file to the side and swiftly pulled Luan's file, opening it with a sigh.

Subject: Luan Loud

Where to begin with this one. I would say that she had the same issues as Lori, but it seems like there's more to it than that. When Lori went through her median diastema she still attempted to beautify herself. Luan favors tight ponytails, conflicting colors, and strange stylistic choices. They could simply be written off as an attempt at being amusing... but I think there's more to it then that. Luan is intelligent, sometimes I think to the point where she might even rival myself under particular circumstances.

She pulled her turtle necks collar thinking about the impending return of April next year.

No, these stylistic choices had to be deliberate. There is pain in laughter after all... and if there's one thing Lincoln can't stand, it's one of us in pain. It was only a matter of time after Benny broke it off after one of Luan's many examples of taking April 1st too far that the pain would finally surface... and who else but him would be there to pick up the pieces? It took less time than it should have for her to rush into our brother's arms, and she had correctly ascertained that something was amiss when he had absentmindedly commented on her attractiveness. For someone so intelligent though, she sure is impulsive. I think part of her reveals in the perverseness of the whole thing. I've seen her spying on some of our siblings alone time before. Then there's the ever present voyeurism accusation when she had her own spy cameras throughout the house.

Lisa sucked her teeth, "Can't believe she would invade our familial unit's privacy like that," she stated as she flicked on the camera in Luan and Luna's room.

Luna was at the desk, gently banging her head on a 1040-ES quarterly form as Sam rubbed her back and Luan lay on her bed, cleaning Mr. Coconuts.

"Augh!" Luna finally screamed at the blank form, "Why the hell do we even have to pay taxes?!"

"Government outreach programs and federal law enforcement mostly," Luan mused, "Although they only ever seem to be able to solve problems they themselves cause."

"Screw the government!" Luna growled throwing the stress ball she had next to the form against the wall, causing it to bounce off and roll back to its original position, "Why do we even have to do this stuff anyway?! Why can't I just get Lisa to do this?!"

Lisa sucked her teeth when she heard that, "What am I? A common accountant? I'm a woman of science for God's sake."

"Well," Sam responded smiling as she wrapped her arms around Luna's midsection, "If we ever get big enough to tour the country we can't exactly take her with us, so we'll have to do our quarterly's ourself until we can hire and accountant."

Luna popped up as she had an idea, "What about Linc?"

Sam winced when she said that, "Well... we can't exactly take him either."

Luna froze at the revelation, no Lincoln on tours... she hadn't exactly thought of that, "Oh..."

The awkward silence that followed hung in the room for a moment, too long for Luan, "Hey, don't worry, I'll keep him company on your day!"

Luna through the stress ball at her, "In your dreams! If you had an extra day you'd get caught in a week!"

Luan smiled, "Not my fault I love to utilize his spigot to blow his mind," she joked.

Luna rolled her eyes as Sam chuckled, "That was awful, dude."

"Not if he eats a lot of pineapple! Pineapple cream is my favorite!"

Sam laughed and Luna snorted at that, "Gross, dude!"

"I don't think either of us are, if he was I would stop, and if I was he would starve on my day. Lucy's right, he's quite the cunning linguist... minus the first g and t."

Luna smiled, "Come on, man!"

"No I think she's right," Sam giggled out, "Besides, he gets it honest."

Luan threw her head back and moaned, "Oh God, has he done that thing where he sucks on-"

Lisa closed the feed. She didn't need to hear anymore barbaric talk on coitus from her older sisters.

Diagnosis: Sex Addiction and Depression

The two go hand in hand with each other as one compensates for the other, although I'm not seeing signs of the depression as much ever since she entered the relationship. It still slips out occasionally, but Lincoln is quick to distract her. She's also the one who has the hardest times keeping her hands to herself. Constantly she is doing things to tempt our brother in the presence of other individuals, even myself sometimes. Part of me thinks she wants to get caught with how blatant she is sometimes... although there is also the after effects of her actions that make me believe she's just a sado-masachist, loving to terrify and embarrass our brother for the after effect of being pushed down and abused.

Lisa loosened her sweaters collar after reading that sentence.

It seems, however, that after the removal of her braces our sister has hit the beautification phase much as Lori had before her, though her teeth still have a slight buckness to them. Her form fills out her frumpy outfits now, accentuating her hips and bust well... so naturally she's become far more aggressive in the past few months.

Lisa sighed as she finished reading the last of the files she had on her sisters currently engaging with her brother and pulled out the two files she had separated with both Lana and Lola's names on them.

The files only had a sticky note in each with a brief description.

Lola's read:

Placeholder. Lola is beginning to exhibit more signs of having a brother complex akin to Lucy's due to lack of contact. Aggression, irritability, and paranoia instead of isolation, depression, and self loathing. These two are far more similar in behavior, regardless of their opposite aesthetic, than I feel comfortable with. I can only imagine what the future holds for her if normalcy doesn't return to the house.

Lana's read:

Placeholder. Lana has become more obviously upset with lack of attention from our brother that I pray is as simple as a lack of anyone to share boyish interests with... but I'm beginning to have my doubts with her as well. When Lola bragged to her about getting to spend time with Lincoln, Lana was halfway to a tantrum. I'm beginning to lose hope that anyone in this family has a healthy relationship with our brother.

She put her hand in her head as she pulled one last file.

Subject: Lincoln Loud

The crossroads of all other subjects. I have heard him described as the glue that binds the family, I just didn't realize the main ingredient was apparently illicit feelings and a craving for seminal fluid and attention. At first I must admit, I wanted to out this whole thing. I had played with the thought after seeing him writhe under Lucy, but I couldn't bring myself to harm any of my siblings to that extent... even Lucy. But something had to happen on that trip with Luna to great lakes. He changed his disposition immediately upon return. I had wondered if he and Ronalda had broken it off, but that doesn't appear to be the case. Now there's... something else. He's still the same Lincoln as ever, but he's getting better at planning... better at controlling... better at manipulating. He hasn't done anything to hurt anyone, on the contrary, he's specifically caused our sisters to better themselves. Lynn seems to be more focused on a few sports in particular. Football, hockey, wrestling, and softball. I couldn't tell you which is which, but Lynn certainly has become far more efficient, even to the point she could be looking at an Olympic trial in one or all of them very soon. Lucy's poems have apparently become even better at eliciting inane emotions from the reader, and even I have noticed that her macabre presence seems to have a slight jovialness to it I can't explain. Luna and Sam seem to have everything going right for them; decent money coming in, meeting several young and upcoming bands at different venues, even coming up with more coherent songs. Leni has started an online business on his suggestion, selling outfits she made with our siblings in mind for a substantial return. Luan is just all around happier as her file states. All thanks to the meddling of one Lincoln Loud. I see an intelligence and emotional awareness in him that fascinates me almost as much as it frightens me. If Lincoln were to one day flip he would be little more than a dangerous antisocial... but it's Lincoln. I can't see him as anything other than the goofy older brother that meddles in my affairs with mixed results... and that's what terrifies me.

Diagnosis:

I'm at a loss. I have no idea how or what to class Lincoln as at this point. The manipulative and controlling behavior really makes me want to put Antisocial Personality Disorder on that line... but I can't bring myself to do it. He very obviously cares deeply about all of our feelings, so he isn't using us. He also refuses to make a pass at any of the other siblings, instead just continuing on like there is nothing more going on.

She looked out at the window to see him trip and fall into the mud causing Lana to double over and laugh. He got a mischievous smile on his face as he pulled Lana into the mud too, causing both of them to begin laughing. Lisa smiled at this.

But on the other hand, he is the one in charge, the one controlling them. I had thought for certain that, if there were an alpha in the group, it would be Lucy. But the more I watch them the more I see this... look. A sort of powerful look that's nearly impossible to describe. It's not like the look Lori used to give us when she was reaching her breaking point. No. It's something... more. It's a look that reads power, but unwillingness to use it.

She closed the file and looked back outside to see Lincoln hosing himself and Lana off before the younger girl gave him a hug. Lisa ran her hand through her messy brunette hair as she sat the file back on the table and looked at Todd.

"Todd, bring me sample 138 from the bunker please? I want to test it's purity."

"Of course, doctor," Todd agreed as he rolled down the hallway.

When Lisa was certain he was gone she pulled forward a divider, hiding one last file. She sighed, grabbed a pencil, and opened it.

Subject: Lisa Loud

It's usually frowned upon to self diagnose in many fields, let alone psychology... but I'm beginning to feel it too. A void in my life has opened up now that he seems to be focusing all of his attention on the five in the coalition... or more like they're demanding it after the birth of his first born. I am a woman of science though, I have no time for frivolity such as petty jealousy. I'm only keeping this as a reminder that I too am a Loud... and not immune as I'd like to be to circumstance. The more I watch the worse it gets. At first it was genuine disgust of the fascination variety, but the longer I observe the more I recognize it as a logical conclusion. Our parents, though loving, are neglectful. It's not really their fault, they have 11 children after all, one of which only recently learned her ABCs, still proud of Lily for doing that prior to any formal schooling even though her chess prowess tells me she may have known them before she could speak. Lori had filled the void of parental stability while mother and father worked to keep our house afloat... but Lincoln provided the love and nurturing as soon as he was able to. As stated in Lori's file, 'in searching for a compatible partner we search for someone who compares to our opposite gender parental unit.' I'm beginning to think that Lincoln took that position not just for Lori, but all of us, and a disturbing revelation dawned on me. There's a distinct lack of men like Lincoln left in the world. A mixture of bad parenting, hyper specialization, and direct interest as well as our familial units... general intense demeanor makes it hard for any of us to meet someone who can handle our quarks long term... let alone humor them... but Lincoln's handled them his whole life.

She looked down at the second half of the form

Diagnosis:

She quickly wrote the words, 'I miss Lincoln,' before erasing them. What she had put in her file was general observation from her side. But it became clear to anyone who looked long enough that this file had been altered multiple times. Faded graphite was stained with eraser marks all over the page. She threw her head back in annoyance as she rubbed her eyes under her glasses.

"Dang it, Lisa, you're a woman of science before a dumb school girl..."

She sighed and quickly put all the files in their assigned places before straightening herself up. She was better than petty feelings of sibling rivalry. She looked at the vial again on her desk and rolled it in her hand.

"Soon it'll be time for phase 2," she repeated, "but not today... I'll let them have their fun a bit longer."