(Sunday, April 16th 2017)
(6:00 PM)

The entire family was seated in the entire living room, awaiting the news of their son/grandson/brother/nephew. Yes, this included their maternal grandfather Albert (or affectionately "Pop-Pop"), Aunt Shirley, and Great-Aunt Ruth. As you could guess, all of them were currently anxious over the currently unknown condition of the only preteen male in the Loud Family. The parents noticed that he was gone when he failed to answer during breakfast whilst in the backyard (more on that later) before checking outside themselves. Meanwhile, after checking every corner and crevice in the household, the sisters called up their friends to confirm or deny their knowledge of seeing him anywhere in their area. When they didn't, their uneasiness increased tenfold, wondering where Lincoln could have gone.

Seeing as they were the more grounded and down-to-earth siblings, Lori and Luna were the first to recognize their mistakes. Even so, the former was blatantly against calling the police, explaining to the latter that what they did to their brother was categorized as child abandonment, a form of child abuse; they could go to jail and charged with manslaughter (and technically conspiracy) as a result. However, she did agree to call them as a last resort, knowing that they were bound to get caught sooner or later. How anybody in the family failed to noticed this fact a long time ago was anybody's guess.

It still was a wonder to behold.

"So..." Albert frowned in alarm, "Neither of you have no idea where my grandson could have gone?"

"The police are investigating, Dad," Rita lied, "and so far, nothing has come up."

"I just hope they find him in time for my softball game next week..." Lynn murmured under her breath, something Luna noticed and scoffed under her breath in return.

"Greedy bugger..."

"You two, stop it," Lori warned.

"Oh, come on, Lori! We both that Lincoln disappearing is all this bloody cock-up's fault!" Luna snapped.

"Luna Loud!"

"Watch your language, young lady!"

"How?"

The family turned to Albert, who wore a frown of confusion now. "How was this Lynn's fault?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked, Pop-Pop!" With an angry scowl on her face, Luna was ready to scream – or even commit – bloody murder. "Everything that's happened is all Lynn's fault! Bar none! It seems fitting that since I was the one Lincoln trusted the most...he told me everything."

The blood of anyone who was Lincoln's primary family with the exception of Lori, Luna, Lily, and the elderly figures ran cold.

"Everything...?"

"Everything..."

A Day Ago. . .

Lincoln arrived at the garage after departing from Flip's Food & Fuel. Parking his bike inside, he pulled off his mask and threw it onto the worktable along with his two guns. Catching his breath for several minutes (he hadn't stopped and taken a break), his eyes eventually landed on an antique mirror and remembered who it was that inspired him (or persuaded him) to carry out his first kill. Picking up his Beretta and walking towards it with caution, he called out for his twin:

"Oh, Liberty!"

. . .

BANG!

Lincoln yelped as his genderbent counterpart appeared in the mirror before him before recomposing himself.

"What? I'm just trying to take a shower, gosh darn it!"

Indeed, the sound of rushing water made his ears perk up. Lincoln realized his mistake and turned around to give Linka a sense of privacy before she giggled with mirth.

"Aw, I'm just kidding with ya, Linky! I'm not mad at you!" Linka laughed as she grabbed a bar of soap and whispered over his shoulder, "You can look if you want to..."

The way she made that offer simply oozed a certain kind of sultriness. It made him...both frightened and aroused. Even so, he realized and began to state the obvious fact.

"I know it might seem weird considering you and I are technically the same, but...that's the thing: we're the same."

. . .

Huh, I guess she has a point.

"... Okay. You're probably wondering why I summoned you?"

"'Summoned', Lincoln? Just because I appear in a mirror doesn't mean I'm a ghost."

"It...doesn't?"

"... No. But staying on topic, why did you...summon me?"

"Oh, right! I did it!"

"Did what? Your sisters?"

"WHAT?! No, of course not! That's disgusting!"

"That's okay! I "did" my brothers, too!"

"LINKA!"

"Relax! I'm just kidding with you...or am I?"

"No, I mean... My first kill! Or, rather, first KILLS."

"What?"

"Three kills in one day, huh? And all of them I held a grudge on for different reasons. The best part? I didn't even break a sweat."

"Heh. Beginner's luck, Linc. You may have had it on your side today, but it may not be on it tomorrow. I don't want to jinx you or anything, but..."

"Right. Don't get cocky. Got it. Honestly though, I really don't care if luck was on my side or not; that's kind of the reason why I'm here now."

"Don't forget my reason."

"Right, sorry."

"Lincoln?"

Lincoln and Linka both froze at the voice of the former's third eldest sister calling out for him. The latter motioned towards his equipment, to which he nodded in understanding.

Luna was among the first to realize that she fucked up royally (the very first was Lori). She knew something was wrong the moment her parents began to leave Lincoln locked outside in the midst of the bad luck scandal. First, they ban him from their activities; second, they board up his room and sell all his belongings; and third, they...lock him out of the house like he was an animal? Actually, come to think of it, didn't they state quite crystal clearly that they would never kick one of their own out during that one incident with the ties? Even if they kept him on the premises, this still didn't excuse them in the slightest. This predicament only got a lot worse when she explained her dilemma to Lori. It turns out that the eldest sibling herself went to Lisa for her own sticky situation and discovered that locking your own son/brother outside for an absolutely phony reason was categorized as child abandonment, which in turn was a form of child abuse, and could lead up to five or ten years in prison.

Yeah, this isn't the first time you read this, and it probably won't be the last.

While the family was out celebrating a victory at the Burpin' Burger, Lori drove Luna home with the intent of apologizing to Lincoln and possibly bringing him alone for a quick bite, her excuse being that she left her wallet at the house. Entering inside the house, the rocker checked everywhere from the basement to the kitchen before heading upstairs from the individual rooms to the attic. Her anxiety increasing tenfold, she headed downstairs and checked the backyard but found nothing. Glancing to her left, then her right, and noticing the garage where she formed the family band, Luna sprinted over and pulled open the door...

...to find Lincoln holding a Beretta 92FS on her.

Of course, she left this part out when explaining what he had told her from beginning to end. The sight of her younger brother aiming a gun of all things at her was a sight that was too dreadful to leave one's mind just like that. It rattled her to the core. All the while, her family listened intently while her parents themselves silently sobbed with regret and sorrow. After a moment of silence, Lynn grew a bit of backbone for a quite brave yet idiotic question to ask Luna:

"How do you know he wasn't lying to you...?"

She groaned into her hands and turned to face her younger sibling.

"He wasn't. I could tell. I have it on tape."

"It could've been staged!"

"It wasn't staged! He was telling the truth!"

"You don't know that!"

"I'm willing to take a chance!"

"... I believe you."

Everybody turned to face Lucy, who was known for being incredibly uncomfortable whilst being the center of attention. However, she found it within herself to continue on.

"I...believe you, Luna."

"What...?" Lynn was slowly beginning to lose her patience and marched toward her; Albert sensed something was wrong and got up as well, walking over just in time to place himself between her and Lucy. "Let me get this straight: you...a so-called practitioner of black magic and the supernatural...don't believe that Lincoln is bad luck?" Her face began to bear an angry scowl before unleashing it onto her twin roommate. "You're a coward, then! You just refuse to see the truth like I do! Can't you see that Lincoln is bad luck? Why can't you? Every time he appears to one of my games, I lose! And it's not just me who suffers as a result, but my entire team! Lucy, Lincoln is the weakest link in this generation of Louds, and it's my job to make sure this family strives to win because we don't tolerate losers! ONLY SATAN DOES!"

"Linda Loud Junior, that's enough!"

Rita and Lynn were starting to believe that this bad luck fiasco was finally getting out of hand and taking its toll on them. Meanwhile, to her own credit, Lucy released only a few silent tears before chuckling.

. . .

No... Giggling.

. . .

And then chuckling.

. . .

And finally cackling.

Out of all the family members who were unnerved by this frightening display of brutal honesty, the prize had to go to Lynn Jr., who – amidst her stumbling backward – was beginning to regret her decision to lash out against Lucy. She did calm down, only for her to go into the kitchen and do whatever Heaven knows what. A moment later, she returned with a kitchen knife – Wait, what?!

"You...call me a coward one more time..." Lucy started off slowly...

"...AND I'LL CUT YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF! PIECE BY PIECE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND, YOU BITCH?!"

...before finishing on quickly. Topping it off, she hurled the knife at a dodging-the-bullet(in this case, blade) Lynn and instead the utensil embedded itself in the wall. A moment of tense silence immediately followed before Lucy came to her senses and bolted upstairs to her room. Locking the door behind her, she flopped onto her bed and curled into a ball as she sobbed away.

. . .

. . .

. . .

"Lucy..."

. . .

"Lucy...?"

. . .

"Lucy!"

The goth girl herself shot up from her bed when she heard her name being called. At first, she believed it to coming from outside the room...but fell in a standstill after finding it to be from inside.

"Who's there?"

. . .

"Who else, Lucy?"

Coming face to face with an antique mirror, Lucy cautiously walked towards it and stuck out a hand to reach.

. . .

"LUCY!"

She shouted in surprise as she fell backward and landed on her rear. When she regained her vision, her breath hitched at the sight before her.

. . .

"Lincoln...?"

The girl in the mirror giggled under her breath before smirking.

"No...but you're pretty damn close. We need to talk. Tout suite."

A/N: Three months (April 14th, 2018 to July 7th, 2018) have passed since I've last updated this story, but I'm back, baby! In this chapter, Lincoln threatens Luna and Linka threatens Lucy. (That's just the summarized version. In reality, the entire family is at the Loud House discussing his disappearance when Luna reveals everything that she was told by him. When Lynn refuses to believe this, Lucy goes ballistic and almost kills her. The UNRATED version had her break Lynn's arm and beat her to a pulp.)

Lucy didn't almost kill Lynn out of rage, but rather out of control. Make of that what you will.