Chapter 2

Do you remember how I told you that the whole TV show thing was the second most horrifying truth? Well, you can probably guess but this would be the first.

After my sudden outburst of laughter and my somewhat cryptic message, Lincoln was at his boiling point with curiosity and anger. He then proceeded to grab my shirt and exclaimed, "What do you mean I have no idea? No idea about what?! What are you hiding from me?!"

"Hey hey bro, stop tugging my shirt," I said with some forced fright, "Okay, I'll tell you everything if you calm down and listen very carefully." When I said that, he almost immediately sat in his chair and looked at me with undivided attention, kind of like a student faced with detention if he didn't keep his eyes forward.

I'll be honest with you; it took all my willpower to not spew out everything I had in store right then and there. It just felt like I was a dam just waiting to burst with stories and information that would potentially save the fandom.

Even so, I somehow managed to take it one step at a time. I started off by asking, "Alright Lincoln, let me start off with this. What if I told you that there is literally a group of people out there that would give anything in order to see you and your siblings… ummm… 'do it'?" I remembered that I was talking to an eleven year old, so I decided to at least try to make kid friendly. Well, as "kid friendly" as it'll get anyway.

But Lincoln wasn't willing to give in that easily, "Pffft… yeah right! Come on, there's no way that people like exi-"

"They exist." I interrupted with a neutral tone.

He then looked at me with a weird eye, started to rub his temples in a circular motion, and he finally started to concede to that possibility, if only slightly, "Okay okay, maybe you're right. There could easily be one person that might want to-"

"Higher," I then said knowing he was way off the mark.

He then took a flinch before saying, "Uh… okay. There may be two peop-"

"Higher," I said again.

"Uhhh… five pe-"

"Higher man."

"T-t-teeeen-"

"HIGHER GODDAMNIT!" I found myself shouting out of suspense at this point.

Lincoln then looked really pissed off when he snapped back, "Well if you seem to know everything, then just tell me and get it over with!"

He was right, I'd stalled it out far too long. It was time for me to come clean and let it all out. With this in mind, I leaned in real close to Lincoln, went up to his ear, and whispered the hard truth, "Hundreds of THOUSANDS!" Okay maybe I exaggerated that just a tad bit, but you get the idea.

Lincoln was simply speechless when he heard that; and really, who could blame him? I then took it upon myself to continue, "That's right my friend, there are that many people who all form a giant community. All of which are incest lovers would love nothing more than to see you get it on with your sisters."

I decided to stop there momentarily and give him a chance to process all that I had told him. While this was just the tip of the iceberg, I knew that it would've been devastating to someone as impressionable as him. There would also be no chance that he'd miraculously gain a laugh from this.

After about five minutes of awkward silence, he suddenly looked up at me and asked, "H-how about if I was with each of my sisters in a giant-"

I decided to spare him the pain of using that term by interrupting him with an answer, "Oh, they'd probably chop off one of their arms and put a second mortgage on their house in order to see that in person."

Just then, he actually started to perk up a bit, which took me completely off guard. He then started to say what he thought was a glimmer of hope, "'In person'? If that's the case, then they'd never be able to get that. They'd just be stuck with their own dreams and it wouldn't go any further." He then started to laugh in a desperate attempt to hide his fear, but I wasn't falling for it; and I knew he wasn't either when he tacked on at the end, "…Right?"

I just closed my eyes and shook my head, and the small smile on Lincoln's face went away.

Regardless, I went on, "I'm glad you noticed that, and yes it would be physically impossible to see such things 'live' per se. So what do they do? They settle for the next best thing."

"T-the n-next b-best t-t-thing….? Wh-what w-would that be?" I could see Lincoln trembling right then.

"Creating artwork, fanfictions, and comics that perfectly describe their twisted fantasies. Even as we speak, I'm sure that those people are creating such work at this very moment. And I can assure you that not one of your siblings was spared. Not one."

Lincoln was horrified by that last part in particular. His reaction to which was, "WH-WHAT?! Not even Lola and Lana? B-b-b-b-but they're both only SIX!"

The only way I thought to respond to that was with a single question, "Do you really think they care? If they really had any moral compass, they would've stopped when they realized it was incest."

After I said that, he started to look really queasy and sick. I completely understood his feelings; finding out people want to see you bang your sisters? I was actually really impressed that he hadn't fainted.

But then he asked me something, and it was something I never would've told anyone if they hadn't asked me directly. That question was, "Wait a second…. How do you know so much about all this? If you saw all these "works" yourself, wouldn't that make you part of the problem?!" He then gazed at me with narrow eyes, "How do I know you aren't one of them?"

When I heard that, my blood immediately began to run cold. I felt like I got slapped halfway across my face with a tanning iron with how badly it struck into my morals. He was right, I did see all of those sick things, and I felt like the scum of the earth when I realized that.

With all that in mind, I decided this would be the first step to my recovery; to lay all my cards on the table and confess to all my sins. I then turned to Lincoln and prepared to let it all flow, "All right buddy. You want me to prove that I'm a good and honest person? Then I'll tell you what horrors I went through and how it changed me as a fan." I then took a deep breath and began my tale. "November 25th was when it all began. It was after I watched your Christmas special where you lost a sled into Mr. Grouse's yard and you tried to get it back. When it was finished, I went online to when the next episode would come on. But it turned into a damnable nightmare when I saw it wouldn't be on for another one and a half months. I could scarcely believe it; I had to wait that long just to see new content of that show again? I'll be honest with you, it hurt badly. So with a heavy heart and a broken soul, I decided to pass the time by watching your old episodes some more."

"But I only lasted two days doing that. I began to go insane; I NEEDED new stuff and I was practically begging God to give it to me. However, that's when I realized that I could find new material, I could gain new substance to keep my interest in the show alive and refreshed. Where could I find that you ask? It was in the world of the fandom and all the stories and plotlines they could come up with. Now, I was never really into that kind of thing that often, so I was a bit hesitant to start. But at that point, I was pretty much desperate for something new and invigorating. So I dove straight in and to my surprise it started off pretty well. I saw ideas for original episodes, long stories that left much to the imagination, and the occasional moody and/or depressing ones that could eat at your feelings until you cried. So above all, it started off well enough and I thought I'd be in for a treat."

"But I… I flew in too deep. I… I… I laid eyes on those stories; those pockets of vulgarity that would make you question your own humanity if you didn't look away and never go back. Yet I… I just couldn't stop reading it; it's as if it somehow managed to seep into my brain and it kept pulling me into its grip. And the worst part about all of that was I ACTUALLY ENJOYED IT! I almost completely forgot any sense of common decency and let myself be engulfed in all these works. When I finally finished my perusal, I then decided to go back to the show itself to try and get my head back in the game. However, all I could think about was those sick fantasies whenever I saw your sisters on screen; they clung to my brain like a tumor, creating an endless stream of horrible imaginations and it just would never stop… I've never been the same since…"

That whole story felt like a waterfall of emotions that instantly flew straight off my back. I could never tell you how amazing it was to finally free myself from all that turmoil and pain that was plaguing my love for The Loud House. And that's when I decided to turn to Lincoln and explain what I was trying to get across, "Do you understand now? Do you now know the cancer and poison that threatens to consume everything related to your show?"

But Lincoln then looked like he was in a complete state of denial, as if he was shutting himself out of anything that didn't align with what he believed. He looked at me with bold eyes and stated, "No." I was confused when he said that because I had no idea what he meant. Then he said again, "No. NO! That's not true! You're just trying to mess with me aren't you?!"

I was completely flabbergasted by that; I couldn't believe he didn't trust me this late in the game. I then retorted back in my defense, "Wait. WHAT!? Do you really think that I could've made all that up on the fly?! That all came from the bottom of my goddamn heart!"

"Ooohhh reeaaally?" Lincoln snapped back, "If that's the case, and if all you said was indeed true, then how come none of my family has ever heard about this?"

I flinched when he asked that; he actually had a very decent point there. The only thing I could come up with was, "Uuuhhhmmm, maybe you exist in a plane where they don't show up ha ha haaaa?" That was completely half baked and I knew it.

Lincoln started to gain a smirk when he said to me, "Hah! I highly doubt that 'mate'. I mean come on, you haven't even shown me any proof of anything; and you just expect me to believe you that easily?"

It was then I gained an idea. I did have the "proof" he was looking for and I was more than ready to show it all to him. In hindsight however, I should have swallowed my pride and just accepted the fallacy that I was a liar. Maybe then I might still be alive.

"As my hero Ace Savvy once said, 'If you're going to make claims like that, then you'd better be able to back it up.' So come on, can you actually prove these sick minded people truly exist, or are you just toying with me?"

This was it, the coup de grace, the moment where all the stars aligned. In reaction to his monologue, I took a few deep breaths in and out, took my milkshake and drank the last sip, and took out my phone.

"Okay."