I was inspired to write this when I was watching Brian Justin Crum singing Man In The Mirror in America's Got Talent S11. Besides, the idea doesn't want to leave my head, so I had to put Paradise on halt.

I would update the second chapter, don't worry.

Anyway, I hope you guys like this story.

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Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own The Loud House

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"I hate my life." He spoke those words so nonchalantly, very... emotionlessness.

"Don't said that, pal. Your life is great so far. I mean, you have ten loving sisters. I don't even have mom, let along siblings. I'm alone. Lonely... I would do anything to have your life, bud."

He turned his head to his right in slow movement to really expressing his miserability as he looked at his best friend like he was wrong, "Trust me, you don't want my life. You don't want to be poor like me, to wear hand-me-down clothes like me, or were given old toys for birthdays, or having the smallest, cramped bedroom in the house." He breathed in through his nostril as steam might coming out, before calming down as he exhaled. "Stick to your first class lifestyle, Clyde. You don't want to live in economy class as it passenger."

The african american boy shook his head in disagreement, "Yes. I really liked to. I always wanted a woman as beautiful as Lori in my life as my sister."

Here we go again, he thought in sarcasm.

"I've seen enough Anime to know where sister and brother genre would be heading. Just think about it, walking inside your sister' room when she's changing, or... take a bath with them." The face of the dark skinned boy went crimson as he imagined taking a nice, peaceful shower with a naked Lori. He's drool, and bled through his nose just thinking of the imaginery along.

"Clyde..." He called, and sighed tiredly. "You are my friend, best friend. But I can't figure out with the life of me to know what you really saw in my oldest sister. She's... not what you seemed she is." He desperately trying to convince his friend about the negative qualities of his oldest sister. "Just a week ago, she had me be her packmule. Helped, is not accurate, its forced. I was forced to carried all six of her shopping bags. Its heavy, with all of those unnecassary new shoes, unnecassary new clothes and essentials hygiene products." The last one is the only good thing she bought, the others, not so much.

The african american boy sighed in delight, "She just wanted her beauty to be preserved as unsoiled as she rightfully to be for her future man; me."

"You got issues, Clyde. See you in P.E." He walked as far away as his limped legs allowed him to. Wait, limped legs? That's right. His sports enthusiast of a sister forced him to be her sparring partner, and she just had to play rough. The outcome was he getting a case around his right calf and a crutch for two days straight. Thankfully, he healed fast. But the pain is still there, the reason why he's limping.

"Lame-O!"

He stopped in his track and turned around, only to be met with a cream pie to the face. Not in the best shape of his life, he loses his balance and fall down to his butt. The impact sending vibration to each part of his body, and its not something pleasant to experienced.

The person who throwed the pie laughed out loud, which making the other students laughing too. Where did they all come from, he's completely sure he was all alone in the hall when he was walking.

"Man, you gotta hit the gym, Loud. Better yet, walking on a rope. Work on your balance, because yours is all over the place." She laughed at him again, sending the crowd of students to laugh even harder.

He wiped the whipped cream on his face and glaring dagger at her, "Why can't you just leave me alone, Ronnie Anne?"

The girl bit her bottom lip in excitement mixed with mischief, "Because you are just so much fun to work with. I might dislike you as a person, but I like to prank you." The protagonist' glare intesified into something more menacing, but the girl not scared. Nerd-O couldn't hit a girl. "You should be honored, Lame-O. For once in your life, a girl that's not your sister likes to be anywhere near your sorry ass."

"Oh ho, ROAST!!!" Somebody in the crowd shouted, making the students laughed.

His slit-like eyes glaring dagger at everyone in the hall, before his eyes, filled with hatred and wrath landed on her, "You know what, Ronnie Anne. Fuck you!"

The crowded gasped in shock, one person in particular is more shocked, and upset than the others, "Lincoln Loud!"

"Oh, shit." He groaned in defeat as the red-head teacher pointed her index finger at one direction he dreaded the most.

"My office, right now!"

The crowd of students went on a chorus of 'ooh' at his new-made predicament.

He walked, limply again as he followed Mrs. Johnson to her office. The crowd of students made a wall so that they can pass through the hall. In minutes, he was already seated on his electrocution chair. Head is fully hung in shame, and regret.

He is better than that. His mother always tells him to be a gentleman. Well, gentleman don't said bad words to women. No matter how old, or younger they are than him, he shouldn't said that to Ronnie Anne. Its disrespectful... and would be his internal doom right after he arrive home, without any protection of any sorts from his oldest sister' wrath for hurting her boyfriend' sister' feeling.

"Well, Lincoln. Anything you like to say to defend your case?"

He looked up to his teacher' face and shook his head in shame, "No. I know what I said is wrong. Suspend me if you like, Mrs. Johnson."

The middle aged woman sighed, "I won't suspend you. It just two bad words." The teacher looked at his face. There are some swelling signs, puffiness around his eyes. "You getting enough sleep last night, Lincoln?"

He shook his head, "No. I was wide awake. Reading bedtime stories for my youngest sister. It didn't work the first time, so I kept on reading till morning."

The teacher shook her head in disapproval, "You should sleep, Lincoln. Young kids such as you require at least eight hours of sleep."

"I sleep." He blurted out. "I do. I do sleep. It just... not enough."

The teacher sighed, "Well, this is my advice to you, Lincoln. Get some sleep. Let your other sisters tucked your baby sister to bed. I'm worried, alright. You are my grade A student. But lately, you got A- in pretty much every subject. You have a bright future, Lincoln. Don't let the lack of sleep be your downfall."

She's not understand, he sighed, "I want to sleep, Mrs. Johnson, but at home, I was very busy with homework and my sisters' activities. I couldn't find the right time to rest." He reasoned with her.

She bit her bottom lip to find the solution, "How about this..." She grab a blue pen from the holder and started writing out small note, before handed it to him. "Givet this to nurse Patti, and tell her you have my permission to rest in the infirmary for the rest of the day, okay?"

He take the note with a shaky hand, "Thank you, Mrs. Johnson." He get up from his seat and limply walked to reach the doorknob, but halted when his teacher called him.

"What's wrong with your leg, Lincoln?"

He answered, without turning around to face her, "I tripped." He lied, but she didn't know that, so she let him free.

The red-head stared at the door with suspicious looks, before grabbing the phone book and searching for Loud.

He stepped into the nurse office with a newfound hope to rest, but was brutally questioned by the nurse.

What happened to your leg?

"I tripped." Lie. His sporty sister broke it.

Why are there bags under your eyes?

"Lack of sleep." Partially correct.

Why did you look so lifeless?

"Puberty." Try having ten sisters which are all very demanding and not looking like this. Try it, he dares you.

The answers must be good enough, or too ridiculous seeing as nurse Patti not bother to questioned more, and left him be to rest in peace, while the school progressing normally without a problem till the final period, where his slumber has finally been put to an end.

I thought I'm gonna sleep a lot longer than that. Looks like I'm wrong, he said to himself as he steeled his nerves, ready to face his fellow classmates, who all laughed and mocked at him, before he stepped out of the infirmary.

In the hall, he sees many of his classmates beginning to disperses. Quickly making their way to the entrance to get out of the school and live their Heavenly lifes. While he stucked in Hell.

"Lincoln!" He turned his head to the other direction and saw his best friend coming his way with his schoolbag and books which he's holding. "Hey, pal. I didn't saw you in P.E. Where were you?"

"Clyde. I was in the infirmary for the whole time. I was assaulted." His best friend makes that one expression where he gonna panic and ask dozen of questions, so he stopped him. "Its nothing. Just a whipped creamed pie to the face."

"Well, why were you in the infirmary then?"

"Mrs. Johnson noticed that I didn't get enough sleep, so she told me to rest in the infirmary. She's even gave me a note with her permission to show to nurse Patti as a proof." He explained.

Clyde nodded in understanding, before the two of them walked away off the school ground, side by side, "A pie, you said. Did Chandler humiliated you again?"

He shook his head, "No. Pie to the face isn't Chandler's style. Its Ronnie Anne." He said in truth. "Soon after we parted way, she called me, but whipped creamed pie is the first thing my eyes saw."

"Geez, that girl need to get a life."

He sighed in exhaustion, and miserable, "She has one, Clyde." He turned to looked at his best friend when they stopped. "Making my life miserable is her life." He continue his walk as his best friend follows pursuit. "Her way to did that are on par with some of my sisters too."

"Speaking of sisters..." He halted his track to looked at his best friend. "I has reconsidered the thing you told me about your sisters and... your life, and... I think I believe you, bud. I wouldn't trade my life, my dads, and my cats for your sisters. No offense."

The Loud boy let a small smile graze his face, "None taken." The two resumed walking. "I actually delight to hear t-"

"All I wanted in my life is Lori."

The Loud boy groaned in annoyance. Thankfully, the journey for his best friend stopped here, seeing as they have arrived at his house. Both of them bid 'See you later' and things, before he left.

Its always about Lori, huh, Clyde, he thought to himself as he walking home. Clyde's unhealthy obsession towards his eldest sister is very annoying, creepy even. She's fucking seventeen, while Clyde is eleven. Its too big of an age gap.

He doesn't want his sister to get in prison for having a romantic relationship with a minor. As much as he hated his oldest sister, he doesn't want his sister meet a fate like that. Besides, she's too good for Clyde. Bobby is way cooler.

Sigh... Bobby, he sighed. He going to end his relationship with Lori, just to show his loyalty to Ronnie Anne. So stupid. The Loud boy continue walking till he reached home, and his statement is correct.

"You said GO FUCK YOURSELF to Bobby's sister... and now we're through." That battle cry was soon followed by tears of sadness and miserable for losing a boyfriend. Being a teenager is sucks. "You better make this right, or I'll bent your body till you look like a pretzel."

Personally, he is too tired, and sleepy to pay enough attention to her.

"Are you listening, twerp? I said, if you not make amend to Ronnie Anne by tomorrow, I will kill you." There is no going back. The words left her mouth, and she can't swallow it back.

The time seems to stopped, and he expend it by staring at her face with a shock expression. When he feels like the time back to normal, his only destination is upstairs. By the time he's out of her vision, her hand finally make a move to covered her lips, regretting the thing she said, as she let the tears rains.

He plopped his back on his bed as he let out a sigh of exasperation, "I hate my life."

"Tell me about it."

He positioned himself to looked at his new friend, "Well, I don't know if you heard, but my oldest sister just told me that if I don't apologize to Ronnie Anne, and fix her relationship with her boyfriend..." He take a time to gulped a sudden lump in his throat. Maybe it just because he's nervous. "... she will kill me."

"Huh, that boyfriend must be so special till she is willing to kill her own flesh and blood. Don't you think?"

He shook his head as he ran an open palm across his face in frustation, "I don't know what else to think. My life is just too... much. I'm a kid, but I'm miserable. I don't know why I am so goddamn miserable." He breathe in and out as to calming himself down. "I think its because of my sisters, and mom and dad."

"I know we have been talking about this, but can you please remind me what have your sisters done to you?"

He snorted lightly, as if it was a sarcasm, "Sure. I can tell you everything." He looked at his new friend as he tells the tale of his shitty life. "You remembered Luna?"

"Yes. She blasted you with an amplifier, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah. In max volume. God, my ears are still ringing. Heck, my ears are bleeding that night. If not for Lisa, I could never be Daredevil." After a few short breath, he sighed in calm state. "Luan asked me to be a judge for her materials when I was busy judging Luna's new song. I agreed to help Luan, because I have heard that song before. Its not new. A minute or so as I judging Luan's performances, Luna blasted me out of the room and shouting bad words at me."

"Well, she hates being rejected."

"Yeah. You're possibly right. Then, came were Lana and Lola." He stared at the bite marks all over his arms and his face morphed to one of anger. "Those two doesn't know how to held peace, don't you? I was a butler, forced to be one, for Lola, then when Lana asked me to fed her pets, Lola snapped, without any logical reasons. I was in the middle of their fight, and... got like this after it end." He gestured to the bite marks and a few scratches around his arms and neck.

"They are dangerous."

He nodded again, one hundred percent agreed with his friend' statement, "Yeah. They are. But that is my imperfect family for you. Loving, no. They are savagers."

"Too bad you can't run away, or killed yourself to leave this imperfect family."

"Yeah." He agreed.

"But maybe I can help you."

He turned to looked at his friend in curiosity, "How?" He stared in confusion as his friend laid his hand flat against the screen.

His friend grinned slightly, "Get a pencil, and note everything I said." In a rush, he search for his schoolbag. "C'mon, quick."

"Got it." He held it high like a trophy.

"Good. Now, write this..." He perked up his ears and stay focus. "L-I-N-C-O-L-N. Say it and quickly touch my hand."

He wrote the last letter and laid his hand flat against his friend' hand, and says, "Lincoln." Realization dawned on him, and he stared at his friend in confusion. "That's... that's my name?"

His friend kept his face neutral and emotionless, "Yes. It is."

"I don't understand." He moved his hand away from the screen, and stared at his reflection with a stupefied expression. "How did saying my name would help my familiar situation?" His counterpart shrugged, and he sighed in defeat. He felt betrayed. His newfound hope was crushed. "Ah, nevermind that. I was never hoping for it to actually work anyway." He leaned against the wall... only to fall to the floor. "What the." He quickly get up to his feet and looked around him. The space is gray and empty. He doesn't know where he is, but he's definitely not in his room anymore.

"Now, do you understand?"

He turned to looked at his counterpart, and realize that he is in his room. Realization fell upon him, but he knows he is too late, "You... s-swapped body with m-me?"

"So you do understand." His counterpart, another Lincoln from another dimension, smirking even wider. "But not bodies. No. I switched our places in our worlds. You will stuck in mine, and I live in yours. But I don't think this would be a problem, right? I mean, you hate your life here."

His eyes widen in realization. He did hates his life, and would sometimes trade them to another family, but... he doesn't really wish that to happen, and now, someone is stealing his life. His counterpart, no less. Anger pile-up within him, and he advanced at the mirror, only to found there is an invicible shield between them. The mirror, of course, "Get me out!" He knocked at the glass as hard as he could and when he know it was no use, he pushed his hand against the mirror. "Touch my hand, say my name, and let me out!" He spoke with venom.

His counterpart kept his calm state and approached the large mirror. He laid his hand flat against his creator's hand and say, "Lincoln... there is no way out for you."

He stared at their hands in horrorfied expression. He still in this empty world, while his counterpart in his. This is bad.

"On the bright side, I'm here to help you." He glared at his counterpart, who is as calm as Lisa. "You don't have to worry about your problem anymore, Lincoln, because I will take care of it. Your imperfect family will I take care of. Ronnie Anne will not bother you anymore, I will make sure she can't. Chandler, he will stop humiliating you, forever. Anybody who has done wrong to you, will I take care of, till there is no one who's gonna bother you. I'm here to help." He said that, so convincing, but his expression betrayed his assurance. A wicked grin, spreaded wide on his evil face. He doesn't even know his face could stretch like that.

Then, like the world conspired to ruin his life, there is a knock on the door, "Lincoln, are you awake? Its literally me, Lori. Listen, can I come in?"

His counterpart turned to looked at him, and his grin couldn't appeared more sinister, more... Joker-like, "Oh, I am wide awake, big sis. Come in."

The reality of the situation hit him like a train and he begged, "No... no, no, no. Please, don't hurt her. Please!"

The door cracked opened, and came in Lori. She must just done crying, since her eyes are red and puffy. Plus, there were some wet stains on her sweater. But the tears could be pass by because she cried for losing a boyfriend, who knows though.

She sniffed miserably, "Lincoln, listen..." He looked up at his sister with a fake, purge-like smile. Then, he turned around to make sure his creator saw his smile. An extremely wicked, and disturbingly evil smile, hidden, shielded by a cute, innocent, childish face of a growing boy.

"I'm sorry."

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Two-shots. Maybe three.

Now, if you all gentlemen were confused, I will explain what this story is about. But if some of you doesn't want to hear my explaination, then that's fine too. Just don't forget to review. Honest, constructive are most welcome, but I also take flame and rant as an advice, so let that come too.

Anyway, the story is about Lincoln being a pushover, see. He couldn't catch a break, lest his sisters would get upset and pull a stunt, just like Luna, at his way, see.

During his bad day, he found a large mirror, a perfect size for children, but too small for adults, see. He saw his reflection in the mirror, see. He doesn't have money, so therapy sounded very expensive to him. Clyde is not so much of a helper, see.

So, he talk to his reflection, see. Pretty sad, I know. We all have that type of episode where we talk to ourselves.

Anyway, the shocking part is that his reflection talked back, and offered him some good advice. In the end, he decided to take the mirror home and ever since then, he let every bad things that has happened to him out, see. Sort of like a therapy session, see.

His reflection, counterpart or whatever you wanna referred him to, feels pity for his creator, and swear to help him change his family, friends and aqquintances, so they would stop treating him wrong, see.

Killing is the best medicine, say him, see.