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The Fool Devoted to Love	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
Chapter 5: The Man Behind the Mask
In an unassuming August night, the sky was dark, as the moon was covered, and the stars refused to shine through a deep canopy of black leaves.
It was in the earliest hours of morning, in the darkest part of night, as Lincoln sat in his truck with the engine running.
They'd snuck off to the courthouse just the day before and got their license.
They'd already met with a minister to promise their vows to each other.
Lincoln sat patiently for her to come to him so they could go far away and start their lives over, together forever.
But she never came.
He waited until the sun was threatening to peak over the horizon and he had no choice but to leave.
He would learn later that day that she… accidentally fell asleep right before she could crawl out of her bedroom window.
He would later hear from her very mouth that… she'd found another boy.
He would sit at his desk and watch as a clock ticked away the hours left until their license expired. But it was ok because they could always buy another one.
He was given one more chance to talk to her, and he made her a solemn promise to love her no matter what happened.
But she was cold and unforgiving.
The words he heard that day, "I don't love you, Lincoln, I'm sorry," were the last he ever heard from her angelic voice.
He died that day.
He'd never remember the next several months; only the depressing fog of a dead heart.
He had no choice but to surrender to his doctors' wishes because that urge to… experiment with knives… was growing too strong.
He was hearing her with every step he took. He could see her face on every precious flower that popped up in the springtime. The gentle breeze of the warm summer wind covered him like her comforting arms.
He wanted to die… and not just his heart or his mind… he wanted everything to end.
And that was how he found fanfiction; in the strangest circumstances imaginable.
He'd given up hope on life, had exhausted all of his options, and by a stroke of luck he'd pulled out his phone and googled a simple search for a story.
The first story he found was jarring to his senses.
It was, what he'd later learn, a femslash… and really quite lewd (and totally inappropriate a read for a person such as him).
He was friendly with people and didn't harass them, but as he couldn't pull his eyes away from its gentle words about two women dancing around each other and eventually falling in love, he couldn't shake the feeling of how wrong it was.
But it didn't matter because he'd found love through two unlikely women and for the first time in three months he felt something that wasn't Death's embrace.
A little spark erupted and glowed inside his chest as he finished the story much quicker than anticipated, and he looked for another one, and then another one, and so on… every single one being femslash.
Was it a good substitute? No.
Was it healthy for his conscience? No.
He had to keep it secret from his family, but that was ok.
The day he learned that Jen started dating that other boy, Lincoln shrugged it off with tears and a dozen stories to drown his sorrows.
The day his family was invited to her wedding to that very same boy, he shrugged it off with less tears and many more than a simple dozen stories.
Soon, he found a new fandom with two women who felt just like he did; so strongly and passionately, willing to even die for each other.
But they were sisters, and Lincoln wasn't prepared for the massive blow his conscience would take.
He surveyed his life. He looked as everything from his past world was stripped away; as he was thrown from his final sanctuary and he was left friendless and lonelier than he'd ever felt before in his life.
He had his family, sure, but nothing else. No friends. No job. No money. Nothing.
His relationship with his God was strained as well, but he still ultimately valued that.
It was incredibly awkward and stung painfully… as he slowly gave himself to the pages of incestuous lesbian sisters that loved each other more than life itself.
But their love for each other filled him with contentment until he was smiling once again.
Every kiss they shared was better than Jen's, every hug and stray caress felt better than any imaginary embrace, and every pronouncement of eternal devotion from sister to sister was met with tears and a goofy smile on Lincoln's face.
He'd found a lover better than Jen.
He'd found a new bride to marry himself to.
And he was trapped inside her loving arms for years until one day, in late May, 2017, Lincoln came across a new fandom about this large family of sisters and a single brother (talk about a coincidence, right?). And he instantly saw in them the love they shared for each other, so gentle and warm, affectionate and doting.
He saw in them potential and purity, raw passion and unyielding devotion.
And after years of suffering, Lincoln Loud set down on a chair and pulled up info about their fledgling community and was pleased to see how it grew daily.
Perhaps, soon, they would grow by one more man.
On June 2, 2017, Lincoln Loud was sitting at a table with a laptop open before him.
His eyes turned upward as he gazed toward the fourth wall with a gentle smirk.
"Every writer has their own story to tell. Some are brave or stupid enough to say it openly, while others give glimpses of it through their writing."
He brought up FFN and clicked, "sign up."
"Many would be totally surprised to learn that many incest-fiction writers don't actually support that. Take me for example, in real life I find it a little disturbing… though I doubt I'd ever really do anything about it."
He entered his personal info with silent, steady hands.
"Many future readers of my work would actually be totally shocked to know that premarital sex kills me on the inside… it takes a certain mindset to even let me write that."
He clicked on the username box and leaned back in his chair.
"Harems are a touchy one, too. Personally, I find them disturbing and offensive to all of my ideals… but one day soon I'd write a story that showed me, and the world, that poly-love can be a thing of beauty."
He typed in several names and deleted them, giving up with a sigh.
"Honestly, I wouldn't have even written my first loudcest fanfic if it wasn't for the influence Elsanna had played in my darkest hour, but I have a deeper reason than that for writing about siblings getting it on. Goodness… I promised myself I wouldn't even write a full-on sex scene!"
He typed in the name, TwistedWriting, but sadly that didn't sound good enough. Close, but not quite there.
"I said to myself that I would create the most loving, affectionate, and sexy romances the fandom had ever seen. I would take a single act of love and imbue it with so much care and warmth that it would dispel the shadows of depression that trap people just like me."
He opened up Merriam-Webster and searched for synonyms, his smile growing with each second.
"It was never about being the best… it was about giving back to the mistress that had saved me from despair. Call me whatever you want… a devil, a criminal, a blot on humanity's conscience… but my intentions have always been pure, even though my methods are full of risks."
He typed in his new username and hit "enter."
"I have to hide my work. I have to keep everything a closely guarded secret from prying eyes and curious family. While I get demanding requests for more and more, and constant flames from angry readers and an outraged community… I sit back and smile pensively. Because I sacrifice more than you could possibly know to give you what I can… and I'm ok with that. I risk far more in real life than just my account to write the stories that I do."
Lincoln Loud reached down and pulled up a black mask, playing with it above the keyboard.
"The writer you see before you isn't the same person you'd see in real life, but deep down inside I guess we're one and the same. And on some level I hate that… but I've also accepted it."
He threw out his open arms to a fandom that would come to love and hate the newcomer greeting them with a tale about a sister seducing her brother with dirty jokes.
"Hello, fandom! I write safe stories, lewd stories, and more loudcest than is likely justified. I value and adore all outlets of creativity and expression in this wide and varied community; from your dark yandere comics on pixiv and , to your tragic horror fics right here on FFN, to the cutest family bonding pics on deviantart, and to the kinkiest prompts on tumblr.
"I've never been able to get over the love of my life, but that's ok because I've found my heart captured by you all, and the sweetest cinnamon roll in the entire fandom~
"Perhaps I'm a fool for being devoted to love… for being devoted to a fandom that oftentimes despises me just as much as it praises me… but I can't help myself.
"Have you ever wondered how a writer could be nearly-schizophrenic in their writing by delivering heartwarming tales of pure love and soul-shattering sex and then rip hearts out with vengeful wrath, cruel irony, and soul-crushing despair and death?
"Have you ever wondered where that emotional depth comes from?
"Have you ever wondered about the man behind the mask?"
The man stood up with his arms still outstretched in a welcoming gesture, and then he fitted that black mask over his head until nothing could be seen… except for a playful, sideways smirk.
"My name is AberrantScript, and I am the fool devoted to love."
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