The service was short. Lori stood dazedly over the coffin, stinging tears welling in her eyes. Bobby's mother sat between two men Lori didn't recognize, bent and weeping into her hands, her tiny frame shaking with the force of her sobs. One of the men put his arm around her shoulder, and the other awkwardly patted her leg, but there was no consoling her: She had lost two children, one to death and the other to madness.

Several dozen people crowded around the casket as the priest said his final words. It was a warm, sunny day in early March, and Lori couldn't help but think that it was too beautiful for something so somber as a funeral. It struck her that beyond this little plot of earth filled with its headstones and statues, life was continuing as normal. This thought brought the tears out of her, and she bowed her head. Next to her, Leni squeezed her hand and Lincoln patted her back. She looked up at her siblings, who had all gathered around her to provide silent support: Luna with her hand on Lori's shoulder, Lynn resting her head against Lori's back, Luan holding Clyde hand and stroking Lori's arm.

Lori Loud was seventeen, and while many people would say that seventeen is too young to know true love, she loved Bobby with all her heart and soul, and the grief nesting in her chest was as keen as a thousand jagged teeth constantly chewing, gnawing, gnashing. She felt as though she had lost a part of herself, and that she would never get it back, no matter how hard she tried.

She lifted one trembling hand to her mouth, kissed it, and laid it on Bobby's coffin. She lost it then, and would have collapsed if Leni and Lynn hadn't grabbed her. Whispering soft words of comfort, they led her away and into a land of ghosts and sadness.

In her room at the Michigan Psychiatric Institute outside Lansing, Ronnie Anne Santiago stared out her window at the gardens the lower level inmates were allowed to roam. She was sitting in a chair and hugging herself. Not because she wanted to, but because you couldn't do much else in a straightjacket. She didn't mind, though; she wore it as a badge of honor. Look at her, it said, she clawed a nurse's eye right out of her head.

And she did. Her only regret was that she didn't get the other one.

No one fucked with her. Not anymore. Not after Bobby, and Lincoln...

An evil smile crossed her face.

Lincoln.

One day, Lincoln Loud, I'll come back...and you'll be sorry.

Her laughter rose and rose until it filled the world.

Someone requested a Ronnie x Lincoln story. Well, you'll be happy to know that I do intend to write one. It will focus on their growing relationship. I don't have anything beyond that for now, though.

A lot of you want to see more Clyde and Luan and more Lincoln and Leni. I do have an idea for a sequel in mind: Ronnie Anne escapes from the mental hospital and sets out to kill Lincoln and anyone else who gets in her way. Give me a favorite, a follow, or just keep your eyes peeled for that when it drops.