The entire Loud family sat in the living room, listening to both Lincoln and Luna tell about what happened. Lincoln told why he ran for Lisa's GPS receiver in such a hurry, and Luna told about what happened in the warehouse. "Luckily, I managed to save Luna in time, and I was able to work off some of my excess stress, so I feel a bit calmer than for most of the week." Lincoln said as he recalled the entire warehouse massacre. "Anyways, on the way back, I asked Luna if she knew about that side of me, and she revealed that everyone knew, though I did have suspicions." Among hearing this, the entire family sans Luna tensed up, and even started shaking a little bit out of fear. Lincoln noticed this, and decided that he had to clarify his viewpoint to his family.

"Look" began Lincoln, "I was a little bit shocked at first that everyone knew, but I told Luna that I would try to find some other way to deal with this. Still, I'm still not exactly on good terms with any of you at the moment, so I feel I should warn you to tread carefully." And with that, Lincoln had finally concluded his lengthy recap of the night, and got the warning finish with. A heavy silence loomed over all of them, until Lori decided to break it. "Look Lincoln, if you need help trying to find ways to vent, feel free to ask us for help. I know we haven't really been acting like proper sisters lately, so we wanna try and make it up to you." Leni spoke up when Lori finished. " Yeah, we totes want to help you get through this, and again I'm sorry for how we basically abandoned you for the month." Leni said in a tone filled with sorrow.

After the family meeting in the living room, everyone in the house decided to try and get some sleep, so they could deal with the Thursday coming ahead. Lincoln was awake for a while trying to think of a few coping mechanisms, but was having trouble finding anything. He had been told in the past that he was proficient in art, but was still unsure if it would be very efficient at relieving stress. He was also fond of video games before the incident, to that's also a possibility if he can get his hands on some good releases. Lincoln didn't really want to try anything that his sisters are proficient in, as he felt they would probably never get any time to himself again. He may have wanted to rejoin his family at first, but he still enjoys the time to himself. He decided that maybe he would try and take up art, but try out with different forms, and see if that did anything. That night, Lincoln had an idea that may help him relieve more stress with his painting.

The following morning landed on a Saturday, and everyone was just starting to get up. Lincoln got up first, and took his shower before anyone else in the house had the chance. After he finished, he ran into Lucy who had just woken up, and decided to ask her something. "Lucy" Lincoln started, " listen, do you think you could make me some of your fake blood? I have a couple ideas that it could be used for." Lucy was a bit confused, but decided to go downstairs with Lincoln, and got a large bucket of her fake blood out of the fridge. "Thanks Lucy" Lincoln said as he waved at her. Lincoln went to the basement and grabbed a spare bedsheet from the laundry room. A few moments later, the bed sheet tied to the wall, and Lincoln had his pocket knife in hand. "Now, lets make some art" Lincoln said as he dipped the knife into the red liquid, and splattered some on the sheet.

Lincoln splashed from the container, used his hands for decals, and just went crazy on the piece of suspended fabric, before he had finally finished. The cloth that was once clean was left looking as if It were pulled straight from a crime scene. The sheets were now torn, and stained in a way that it looked as if someone was pinned down, trying to fight back, but was unable. Lincoln looked at the sight of his work, impressed by how it turned out. Unbeknownst to him, some curious onlookers were at the top of the steps, unsure what to think of the display they had just watched.

A/N

The original idea I had with this chapter involved Lincoln getting too stressed from other things, then killing someone else and using their blood to paint. I scraped that idea, because I feel as though the stress was mostly reduced from the Luna incident, his sisters backing off, and I didn't know how Lincoln would pull it off. I also remembered that Lucy made fake blood in the show, so that sort of helped me think of a workaround. Murderer fake blood an artistic outlet = expressionism. Anyways, sorry that I didn't go that route, and I honestly was never expecting so much positive reception for this thing. Thank you all, and I hope you enjoy.