Before you read this story please read this page (At least the first part before the line)

This is not going to be a happy story, it will be triggering for some people.

This is a vent fic that I write chapters for when I'm feeling particularly down and have no motivation to draw. There will be blood, self-harm, mentions of suicide, and maybe death. These are difficult topics to handle and I've seen them completely butchered and misrepresented far too many times so I hope to represent them well from the point of view of someone who was and is there. If this is not your cup of tea I completely understand, if you want to read on I hope you enjoy.

The reason I chose Luan to be the center of the story is that I freaking LOVE puns and I use them and other forms of humor as an outlet or sort of coping mechanism, so when I first started watching The Loud House I instantly liked and felt a connection with Luan. I got a few ideas from an awesome fic I read, written by a friend, (more info in 1st chapter's author's note to avoid spoilers) and when 'No Laughing Matter' aired the way Luan acted when she gave up comedy really struck a chord with me and thus this fic was born.

This is already way too long so I'll end it here. Thanks for reading 3