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Widdle Wouds: Wesolution	By : Worlds_First_Ghost Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 2162 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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>The door to Lisa’s bedroom swung open and slammed against the wall. The swift motion birthed a gust of air that swept through the room and toppled several stacks of notes, theses, and other miscellaneous papers off of Lisa’s desk.
>Lisa gritted her teeth and swatted at a page that drifted past her eyes. She was prepared to snap at her unwanted guest before she realized who it was at the other side of the paper rain.
>Lori leaned against the doorframe. Her forehead glistened with a film of clammy sweat and heavy panting racked her shivering body. However, her wide and alert eyes betrayed any sort of fatigue she might had been experiencing.
>Lisa approached her sister warily. She had grown accustomed to Lori’s panic attacks ever since the outbreak, but the look in her eyes unnerved her. They were the type of eyes that looked like might they belong to war vets or witnesses to a murder. “What’s wrong, Lori?”
>The question was only met with ragged gasps and coughs as Lori struggled to catch her breath. Once she could from actual words, though, they only spilled out in a jabbering, incomprehensible mess.
>Lisa shook her head and led Lori to her bed before motioning her to sit down. “Please try to use your words properly. I am not in the mood to play 20 Questions.”
>Lori’s fingers drummed frantically atop the mattress while she fought to control her breathing. Her head pulsated and ached as she still tried to process what had happened back in that room. Widdle Wuan, the shit smeared across Leni’s mouth, it all felt too surreal to have actually happened. Not to mention, it shouldn’t be possible, right? If what Lisa told her was true, Leni shouldn’t have transformed while Luan was still alive.
>“Leni’s gone, Lisa,” Lori whispered. “I-I saw her with Luan’s… mess all over her face. I thought… I thought there could only be one of those things at a time.”
>The color drained from Lisa’s face. Through Lori’s vague response, she was still able to piece together what had happened. After getting on her knees, she began crawling around the floor and sifted through the scattered papers all while muttering under her breath. “Oh heaven help us. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this.”
>“Come to what? What are you talking about?”
>“I realize you’re still recovering from shock, dear sister, but please try to recall what I’ve told you in the past regarding the virus. As you know, it takes affect by reducing an infected individual to the mental state of an infant in order to fill that missing niche in the familial structure. Any other individuals the host may have infected will carry the virus without displaying symptoms until the death of the original host. This is to ensure that the family dynamic in which the virus was birthed in will not shatter.
>“Of course, that dynamic has since shifted. Our numbers have dwindled from 13 to 10 in the span of less than a year. If what you said is true, that means that this virus is adapting to its surroundings. It realizes that its original environment is non-existent and that there are blanks that need to be filled. Who’s to say that they can’t be filled with more babies?”
>Lori only gazed dumbly at her sister. With her body still affected by residual shock, it was hard to understand most of what Lisa had said. Trying to take in her words was like trying to absorb water with an already fat, soggy sponge.
>“You said that you hoped it wouldn’t come to this. What did you mean by that?”
>“Simply that this was a working theory that has now been proven correct. I had hoped that the virus would not show signs of being able to evolve, but I suppose that’s the nature of biology. Though I must admit, it is fascinating that the virus had evidently learned to forgo the step of having the host consume infected biomass prior to the transformation. I had initially believed that was a critical step in the process, but that no longer appears to be the case. Perhaps it was too time consuming, and its nature apparently favors creating more of these babies in the quickest possible manner. I’ll have to research more when we have time…”
>A dull itch began to pool at the base of Lori’s head, making it feel as if her brain stem was fraying like a piece of exposed wire. The little brat knew about this all along, didn’t she? She had been planning for this exact moment and was keeping her dumb older sister in the dark like always.
>Lisa had barely finished her next sentence before she was unexpectedly rolled over and splayed out with her back to the ground. A cry of surprise mutated into a stuttering wheeze underneath the pressure of Lori’s hand on her throat.
>Lisa’s tiny hands uselessly wrapped around Lori’s much larger one. Lisa stared into Lori’s cold, blank eyes. A stray thought flitted about in her panicked brain: were these the eyes that Lincoln stared into during his final moments?
>“I’m so literally sick of this, Lisa. What else about these freaks are you hiding? Tell me! You literally can’t keep lying to me forever!”
>The hot breath of Lori’s words fogged up Lisa’s glasses, leaving her blinded and disoriented as she struggled and gasped under Lori’s hold. Although she was unable to fight Lori off, she managed to wriggle her small thumbs underneath the crushing palm. By pushing up against it, she could at least force out a few strangled words. “L-Lori please! Let… me… speak!”
>Lori deliberated on this and stared into the child’s bulging, pleading eyes from behind the misty glasses. While still keeping her hand firmly on Lisa’s throat, she loosened her grip just enough to let her say her peace.
>Lisa gulped down a mouthful of air as she carefully chose her words. “I understand that you feel betrayed, sister, but do believe me when I say that I am on your side. This never registered as a legitimate outcome. It was merely a worst-case scenario that I had theorized some time ago. Had I known the situation would become this disastrous, I would’ve informed you immediately. We’re all in danger now, Lori. There’s no telling how many niches the virus could fill before it determines that its family structure is stabilized. For the time being, you, I, and the rest of our family are all potentially at risk of becoming infected.”
>After Lisa had finished, Lori’s body began to stiffen as she took the information in. As all her muscles tensed, so too did the ones in her fingers, which flexed back down onto Lisa’s throat. The smaller Loud let out a pained whimper in response, which seemed to alert Lori as to what exactly she was doing. A toddler’s neck was in her grasp, and she was poised to squeeze the life out of it.
>Horrified, Lori let go of Lisa. Tears streamed down her face as the gravity of the situation crashed down on her all at once. Is this what she has been reduced to? Who could even stop her if one day she surrendered herself to violence and decided to add even more siblings to her body count?
>Lori attempted to apologize to Lisa, but her words were submerged in a muddling gush of tears, spit, and mucus. Lisa observed her broken down sister in stunned silence, all while tenderly palming her aching throat.
>Against her better judgment, Lisa stepped forward and put a hand of Lori’s shoulder. “I understand the sentiment, and I forgive you. You need not attempt to speak anymo-”
>Lisa soon found her entire body wrapped in Lori’s arms. The hot fluids that continued to exude from Lori’s face were now being soaked up by Lisa’s sweater. This combined with the invasion of her personal space caused Lisa to cringe, but she made no attempt to break free.
>“Now is not the time to be fighting amongst ourselves, Lori. You and I must ensure that the virus does not claim anymore of our relations. We must also be additionally vigilant, as there are now two infected individuals rather than just one.”
>Lori nodded in acknowledgement, her face still buried in Lisa’s shoulder. The two sisters remained in this position for several minutes until the tears finally stopped flowing and Lori let Lisa go.
>Lisa furiously rubbed the slimy stain on her sweater while walking towards the door. Opening it, she poked her head out and stared down the hallway with Lori joining her after a few moments.
>At the far end in front of the bathroom, Leni trundled about on all fours with a big smile on her face. A cry tried to fly from Lori’s mouth, but she forced it down; she couldn’t let her trauma get the better of her.
>“Fascinating,” Lisa whispered. She brought out a small notepad and began scribbling furiously, much to Lori’s concern.
>Leni, oblivious to the onlookers, continued to crawl aimlessly until she turned too close against the wall and bumped her head. She then rolled over onto her back in a daze.
>Lisa couldn’t help but snicker. “I suppose that’s a fortunate sign. Leni appears to be as slow as ever before. And here I thought that she would constitute as an actual threat.”
>As soon as Lisa finished her sentence, Luan’s head emerged from the doorway at the end of the hall. With her eyes glued onto Lori and Lisa, she slowly brought out her hand into view. Lori winced at the large, greasy lump of shit cradled within Luan’s fingers.
>Luan howled with laughter as she reared her arm back and launched the turd down the hall. Lori and Lisa barely had enough time to duck back into the room before it whizzed past their heads and splattered against the hall closet.
>With Luan’s echoing laughter continuing to rumble inside the room, Lori looked nervously over at Lisa. “What sort of sign would you call that?”
>Lisa pushed up her glasses. “A sign that I should take up wearing a HAZMAT suit until this situation is properly handled. I suggest you procure one in your size as well.”
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