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Widdle Wuna	By : Worlds_First_Ghost Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 2345 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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>It was a brisk September afternoon when the Loud family was notified that Aunt Ruth had been found dead in her home.
>When Rita heard that her dear aunt had passed away, she became near-inconsolable and spent the few following days alone inside her bedroom. Everyone else extended their sympathies towards her, but they weren’t particularly saddened by the news itself; none of them could honestly say that they’d be missing those regular, miserable visits to Aunt Ruth’s house.
>It was only once the funeral was scheduled that a foreboding sense of dread plagued every member of the family. Day to day interactions were brief and marked with underlying tension. Conversation was practically nonexistent since everyone seemed reluctant to say a word to each other, but they all had an unspoken understanding as to why this was so. There was only one thing that dominated all their minds:
>How was Widdle Wuna going to behave herself at the funeral?
>Realizing the futility of trying to prevent Luna from wearing a diaper, the family desperately tried to coerce her into wearing clothes that would cover it up to no avail. Luna would simply rip and tear apart any clothing that she deemed wasn’t “for widdle babies wike me.”
>At long last, they were able to get her into a pair of purple denim overalls, which she saw as a fair compromise. Once everyone else had gotten dressed and ready, they piled into the van and drove to the cemetery.
>Since Aunt Ruth didn’t leave the house often enough to maintain many relationships, there weren’t many others at the funeral. The only other people in attendance were very close relatives on Rita’s side of the family and two or three of Ruth’s own acquaintances.
>The Loud family could feel the cold, contemptuous stares of these relatives as they passed them by. Whispers drenched in bile and malice rang in their ears, which made a few of the older girls hunch their shoulders in shame as they slunk past the crowd.
>“There’s that ‘baby’ of theirs,” a cousin muttered to his wife, his heavy coat muffling most of his words. “Remember that shitfest it pulled during last year’s Thanksgiving?”
> “Sorta…” his wife responded, narrowing her gaze at Luna to get a better look at her. “Could’ve sworn that kid was a boy, though.”
>The Louds ignored these remarks as best as they could and took their seats in the foldout chairs arranged in front of Aunt Ruth’s casket. Everyone was prepared to wait in silence for the service to start, except for Luna. Not two minutes had passed before she started bouncing in her seat restlessly and tugging on her mother’s arm.
>“Momma! Me bowed!”
>“Simmer down, Luna,” Rita said, her defeated tone reflecting the deep wrinkles of age and stress carved into her face. “The funeral’s about to begin.”
>Just then, the priest shuffled over to the coffin and began clearing his throat as the scattered people in attendance started to fill the seats. He suppressed a sigh as he looked out upon the miserable turnout and dutifully began his speech.
>“Friends and family of the departed, it is with great sorrow that we gather today to mourn the loss of our dear Ruth. What can anyone say about–”
>“Bowing! Wuna wanna pway!”
>Several heads turned in the direction of the abrupt cry. Luna crawled atop her seat and was preparing to stand up before Rita hurriedly grabbed her arm and forced her down.
>“Luna, stop!” she whispered harshly, feeling the stares of everyone else raining down on her like arrows. “Please, just sit still.”
>The priest stared at the scene in bewilderment and a tinge of fear before finally regaining his composure. “As I was saying, Ruth’s passing truly affects us all deeply. What words can fully articulate our sorrows and–”
>“Wuna wants miwkies, Momma!”
>This time, nearly everyone in the congression focused their attention on Luna, who was currently grappling and clawing at Rita’s concealed breasts.
>Lynn turned to her older sister and delivered a swift strike with her forearm between Luna’s shoulders, helping to dislodge her from their mother. “Knock it off, you spaz!”
>With a raspy screech, Luna spun around and threw both of her arms out against Lynn, knocking the smaller girl out of her chair and onto the grass below. A wave of frightful and confused murmuring rose from the crowd as Lynn got back to her feet, her face and dress smeared with dirt and blades of grass.
>Lynn furiously gritted her teeth as her blood boiled in indignation. Every muscle in her body coiled up, poised to pounce on Luna and beat her into next week. However, as she slowly became aware of the multitude of widened eyes currently fixated on her, she reluctantly returned to her seat with a frustrated huff.
>“Nyah nyah!” was Luna’s mocking reply, her tongue stuck out proudly at Lynn. Lynn kept her head firmly fixated away from Luna, her entire body trembling as she fought to restrain her rage.
>The priest anxiously tugged at his collar as he waited for the agitated crowd to settle down. He desperately tried to ignore his clammy palms and frayed nerves as he struggled to remember where he left off.
>“Well… ah, does anyone have any words they’d like to say on behalf of the departed?”
>“I thought you’d never ask,” Lucy piped up from behind the coffin. The shaken priest let out a terrified scream and stumbled over to one of the empty seats to gather his bearings.
>Lucy stepped out onto the front of the congression, a piece of paper held tightly in her hands. She had been patiently waiting for the opportunity to speak at a funeral ever since she learned how to talk, and now was finally her opportunity. It was almost enough to bring about a smile to her morose expression. Almost.
>“I wrote this poem in memory of Aunt Ruth,” Lucy said before holding the sheet of paper to her face.
>“Today we shall lay this soul to rest.
>“She was a good person; one of the best.
>“We all felt her presence and we all feel her loss
>“As Ruth goes to meet the man on the cross.
>“She's no longer with us, but she'll always be here
>“In our thoughts and our hearts where we hold her de–”
>“Baby make a stinky!” Luna cried out with a giggle.
>People in the surrounding chairs immediately left their seats as soon as they caught wind of the rotten stench. The backside of Luna’s overalls bulged out as the ever-growing mound of shit packed within her diaper pushed out against it. Mushy, squishing noises gurgled forth as Luna bounced up and down in her seat anxiously, constantly churning her excrement underneath her soiled buttocks until it was semi-liquefied mush.
>Mortified beyond words, Rita buried her face into her hands as she heaved out noiseless, tearless sobs. Lynn Sr. put a comforting hand on his wife’s back, though his own expression was equally haggard and he numbly stared out into space. The children echoed their parents’ shame as they uselessly stared at their giggling, infantile sister.
>Lori, who had been silently stewing in humiliation ever since Luna’s first outburst, finally stood up and grabbed Luna forcefully by the wrist.
>“Come on, you little monster,” Lori grumbled hatefully, “Let’s go get you changed.”
>She began to drag Luna out of the seating area, but Luna dug her feet firmly into the grass. She flailed her arm frantically against Lori’s grip and screamed with a gravelly fury.
>“No! Wuna no wanna go!” Luna screamed. Her muscles clenched up as she forced more shit out of her anus in an act of defiance. Lori swallowed down her urge to gag as she listened to the solid chunks of dung splashing about in the runny concoction that brewed within Luna’s diaper. Her eyes filled with tears as the acrid stench stung her nostrils.
>Despite this, she maintained a firm grip on Luna. There was no way she’d back down so easily; she’s dealt with worse than this before. She was small-time compared to Lincoln...
>Seeing that she couldn’t overpower Lori, Luna instead leaned forward and clamped her teeth down onto Lori’s hand. Lori drew her hand back with a yelp of pain before she started inspecting her skin for any damage Luna might’ve caused. The skin wasn’t broken, thank God, but she still figured she’d need to get a hold on some disinfectant right away.
>With Lori distracted, Luna began crawling away on her hands and knees. As soon as Lori gave chase, Luna threw herself up onto two legs and broke out into an awkward, wavering run. Her limbs thrashed about as if she were an oversized toddler that was just learning to walk.
>Lori lunged at Luna, but her hands only managed to get snagged in the butt-flap of Luna’s overalls. The buttons of the flap instantly broke off the fabric and Luna continued her wobbling gait as if nothing happened. Most of her swollen, messy diaper now hung out of the exposed flap like a sopping sack of mud that sloshed about as Luna toddled away from her aggressor.
>Luna made her way to Aunt Ruth’s coffin and clambered up to the top of it. Several guests let out worried gasps as the coffin’s supports groaned and wobbled slightly underneath the teenage baby’s weight.
>Lori got up from the ground, but froze before she could resume chasing Luna. Her horrified eyes locked onto Luna straddling the uneasy coffin. She became acutely aware of the silence that had washed over congression; it was as if everyone believed that the slightest noise would serve to knock the coffin over.
>“Luna,” Lori said, her voice struggling to rise above that of a whisper. “Get down from there. Please.” She slowly placed one foot forward, followed by the other one. The grass hardly crunched underneath her painfully ginger footsteps.
>Luna, however, was not to be calmed down so easily. As Lori steadily advanced toward her, she placed both of her feet atop the coffin and shakily rose up to her full height in order to appear larger. The wooden supports continued to creak and bend underneath her.
>A sharp crack cut through the air. Before anyone could react, one of the center beams split down the middle and the rest of the supports instantly gave way and crumbled. Luna was thrown off balance and fell backwards while the coffin tumbled out in the opposite direction, landing upon the grass with a deafening thud as its hinges snapped open.
>The corpse of Aunt Ruth unceremoniously spilled out of the open casket. Somebody in the back row collapsed, causing several folding chairs to fall into each other in a thunderous racket. Rita screamed in anguish amidst the chaos while the rest of the Loud family could only stare in silence, their faces painted with varying shades of horror and dread.
>As everyone looked upon the glazed eyes of the cadaver, its clammy, sickly green flesh marred with multitudes of feline-shaped teeth marks, they realized in that moment why the funeral had been closed-casket. Lucy loomed over the carcass and heaved a trembling sigh. Her head filled with a flurry of mixed emotions as she stared actual death in the face for the first time, all while lamenting the dashed chances to finish her poem.
>Lori weakly gawked at Aunt Ruth’s bloated, contorted body before turning her gaze to the simmering disgust and anger of all the guests. Their cries of terror and outraged exclamations comprised the white noise that buzzed in Lori’s ears. This chaotic din was still more preferable to the gleeful saccharine giggling that slowly bubbled to the top of this cacophony. All of Lori’s muscles stiffened as she trepidly turned to its source.
>Luna was behind the remaining wreckage, laughing obliviously as she rolled about on the grass. She was covered head to toe in what Lori assumed to be mud, but she soon realized her mistake upon closer inspection. The revelation nearly caused her to vomit the contents of her already empty and sickened stomach.
>The impact of her fall caused her overstuffed diaper to rip apart once it hit the ground. The surrounding area of her landing was now a rancid, sludgy morass of excrement. Luna appeared to ignore all of this as she played about in her own filth, smearing runny, greasy shit all over herself.
>“Lowi! Lowi!” Luna burbled out. “Wuna’s diapee not heavy anymowe! Wuna weady to go home now!”
>Lori closed her eyes to shield herself from all the madness. She envied Aunt Ruth in this moment, for being the only one here not to be able to experience any of this.
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