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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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>All of the Louds were completely silent during the drive home from the funeral. Once inside their home, Leni escorted Widdle Wuna by the hand to change her filthy diaper while the rest of the family solemnly dispersed throughout the house. Luna seemed to be the only one in good spirits, wearing an oblivious smile while her older sister kept her at arm’s reach.
>Lori straggled behind the rest of her family. She was completely fixated on her hand and the area where Luna bit it. Staring at the small, shallow bite marks on her skin made her flesh crawl with disgust.
>Knowing how much of a disease-ridden hole Luna’s mouth was, Lori could only imagine the vast number of bacteria strains left by Luna’s saliva that still lingered on her skin. Luna was always putting things into her mouth, most of which having no business going in there. Dirt, bugs, and earthworms were her favorite things to eat for some reason, which was why she wasn’t allowed to be outside unattended anymore. She also liked to suck and gnaw on inedible things like coins, socks, and things she found in the trash can.
>Before she was able to reach the bathroom to wash her hand, she felt something tug on the hem of her tank top. She looked down to find Lisa staring up at her with a typical blank expression.
>“Lori, could you join me in my dormitory?” Lisa asked. “I have to speak with you.”
>“In a moment, Lisa,” Lori said. “Let me wash my hands first.”
>Lisa held up a small bottle of hand sanitizer in response. “Humor me for a moment, please?”
>Lori looked at Lisa with a scrutinizing expression, but shrugged her shoulders and decided to follow her into the bedroom. After closing the door behind her, Lisa pointed to her bed as a silent instruction to sit down. Lori did so and Lisa soon clambered on top of the bed right beside her.
>Lisa then held Lori’s bitten hand and began examining the bite marks carefully, running her tiny fingers along the skin and humming thoughtfully to herself. After a few seconds of this, she handed Lori the hand sanitizer and hopped off the bed before shuffling over to her blackboard. In addition to the scientific jargon and mathematical formulas scrawled upon it, it also contained some crude doodles meant to resemble humans.
>Lori gazed at the blackboard as she applied the sanitizer to her hand, trying in vain to at least make sense of what those drawings were meant to convey. She was at last able to discern that Lisa had drawn four figures that seemed to represent four members of their own family. Two of the drawings had large “X”s drawn over them, which Lori realized must be Lily and Lincoln. Another drawing resembling Luna was drawn beside these two, and at the last one seemed to be Lori herself.
>“Lisa, what is all that?” Lori asked. It was a little disconcerting to be lumped alongside the rest of the “babies.”
>“Just part of my studies,” Lisa explained. “I’m researching a new hypothesis regarding the cause of Lincoln and Luna’s aberrant behavior. Recall that I’ve explained before that Lincoln’s condition was primarily brought upon by unresolved stress, and that reverting to the mental state of an infant was a form of escapism meant to achieve that end. This does not seem to apply to Luna, since she seemed to lead a comparatively stress-free lifestyle, so there must be another factor at play here.
>“Do you remember that one night a month ago when Lincoln assaulted Luna and injured her face so badly that those scars remained for several days? The cellular matter, and potential waste material, underneath Lincoln’s fingernails must have gone into Luna’s bloodstream after he scratched her face. I realize this may sound ludicrous, but what if this condition is able to transfer between individuals via blood?”
>“That can't be right,” Lori objected. “Luna was still normal even after all that.”
>“Correct. In fact, she did not immediately begin showing symptoms until Lincoln had already been exterminated. Therefore, the infection must lie dormant within the body and only becomes active once certain environmental conditions are satisfied. I’ve told you before that the motivations behind Lincoln murdering Lily was that the family dynamic would be thrown off balance if more than one baby were in the house at the same time. This, I believe, is the condition that must be fulfilled for the disease to take effect. Lincoln’s death and Luna’s subsequent consumption of his flesh was the catalyst needed to trigger the transformation.”
>A cold shudder rattled Lori’s spine as Lisa’s words sank into her. She clutched her hand tightly while her fingertips tenderly rubbed the indents left by Luna’s teeth. If any of what Lisa said was true, she was dangerously close to becoming a jabbering, shitting invalid like Luna and Lincoln. Her mind, her very sanity, would have been extinguished, leaving behind only a mentally defective teenage baby that would be scorned and derided by the rest of the family.
>The mere thought caused her head to go light and she fell backwards onto the bed. A blurry fog slowly immersed every object in the room. The ceiling began to liquefy and ooze down the walls. Shadows crept along the edges of her peripherals and hoped to consume her entire field of vision before she found Lisa instantly looming over her.
>“Snap out of it, Lori!” Lisa shouted while furiously tugging on the collar of her sister’s tank top.
>Lori released an abrupt, high-pitched sob as Lisa shook her back to reality. It would be so easy to break down into tears right now, but she swallowed those feelings and forced them down her throat. Showing weakness now would only show that Luna has won.
>“So you're saying that I was literally so close,” Lori squeaked out. “Close to becoming like them. You already have me drawn on the board alongside them. Am I already a liability then?”
>“Preposterous,” Lisa scoffed. “You play an entirely separate role in my research. Aside from me, you are the only one that is cognizant of Lily and Lincoln’s existence. You don’t blindly assume that the family’s baby is the same as it has always been. Studying your interactions with the subject may lead to new breakthroughs in my hypotheses.”
>Lori massaged her temples as her eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know how much more of that I can take, Lisa. Dealing with these… things is like literally hell on Earth.”
>“If you truly feel that way, I do suppose ending her life is always a viable option. I’m sure the rest of our family will be relieved by her sudden disappearance. Lord knows I won’t miss her.”
>Lori crossed her arms and clutched them tightly as an uneasy tremor shook her from within. How could this four year old talk about murder so casually? “I… I couldn’t do that, Lisa.”
>“Oh, but killing Lincoln was no trouble at all, was it?”
>Lori winced. “It’s not like that. Like… I don’t feel entirely right with what I did. I’m saying that I couldn’t bring myself to do it again.”
>“You don’t need to fabricate a display of false morality in front of me, Lori. What you did to Lincoln was entirely of your own volition. You can say whatever you want to me, but I know that once you’ve been pushed to your limit, nothing is going to stop you from doing the same to Luna.”
>Lori struggled desperately to prevent her shame from appearing on her face. Letting Lisa know that her words were getting to her would only prove her point. The two sisters stared wordlessly at each other before a knock on the door shattered the silence.
>Lisa slowly opened the door to reveal Luan and Lynn standing behind it. Before Lisa could ask what they wanted, the two of them easily pushed past her and stood in front of Lori. Concerned expressions were deeply engraved on their faces.
>“Excuse me, but the two of you are trespassing in my private quarters!” Lisa cried out indignantly.
>“We want to talk to you, Lori,” Luan said, ignoring Lisa entirely.
>“Yeah,” Lynn chimed in. “We’ve noticed you’ve been hanging out with Lisa for a long time now. The rest of us barely even see you anymore. What’s going on?”
>Lori rested her face in the palm of her hand. She kneaded her skull in frustration as she addressed her nosy sisters. “I’ve literally told you like a hundred times already why. It’s not my fault you won’t believe me.”
>Lynn snorted. “What? You’re still on about these make-believe siblings that nobody but you and Lisa have ever heard of?”
>“I get you're feeling ‘brothered’ by this, but this is ridiculous!” Luan quipped before laughing heartily.
>“Am I literally going insane?” Lori yelled. She curled her fingers against her face, ignoring the sting of her fingernails digging into her skin. “How can none of you remember them!? Literally eleven years of our history has just vanished from your brains!”
>“Yeah, eleven years, and yet I don’t see any proof of any of it,” Luan said. Her braces glinted as her lips curled into a condescending grin.
>“You want proof!?” Lori asked with a wild, angry flash in her eyes. The slight hitch of her throat caused her voice to unexpectedly raise half an octave. “Go look through some of Lisa’s stuff over there! I’m sure that’ll be all the damn proof you need!”
>Lisa’s face immediately blanched. Her pupils looked like pinpricks from behind her glasses. Luan glanced between Lori and Lisa with a curious glean in her eye before turning towards Lisa’s cabinets.
>“Keep away from there!” Lisa cried out in a panic. “There are delicate chemicals and personal possessions you need not be privy to in those cabinets!”
>Lisa attempted to lunge at her older sister, but was yanked back by the shirt collar. Lynn smirked as she held the squirming child firmly in her grasp.
>“What’s wrong, sis?” Luan asked as she rifled through drawers and moved aside empty flasks and beakers. “You sound like you’re hiding something.”
>At the end of her search, she opened a bottom drawer containing a small lunchbox sitting atop a shallow bed of ice. Lori and Lisa both gazed in apprehension as Luan pulled out the container, their shared knowledge of the horror lying within chilling their blood to ice.
>Just as Luan was about to open the box, a penetrating wail sliced through the room. All eyes fearfully turned towards the wall that adjoined the room that was formerly the linen closet. It was coming from the baby’s room.
>With everyone distracted, Lisa wrenched herself free from Lynn’s grip. Her stubby legs were then able to propel her upwards just high enough to snag the lunchbox out of Luan’s slack hands. Holding the frigid container to her chest tightly, she angrily pointed to the door.
>“Disperse! All of you! Luna clearly needs your assistance and you all need to leave now!”
>Lynn groaned in deep frustration as she shuffled out the door. Luan followed her close by, but threw Lisa a distrustful glare just as she exited. Lisa turned her gaze back to Lori, who flinched once she noticed the venom pooling in her little sister’s eyes.
>“That goes for you as well, Judas Iscariot,” Lisa growled. “Out!”
>Dumbfounded, Lori shuffled out of the room, the resounding slam of the door causing her muscles to tense up. She began to wonder if Lisa knew more than she was letting on about this whole mess. Why was she so intent on keeping Lily’s arm a secret? Lisa may have told her that she had a larger role to play in all this, but now she felt like little more than a lab rat being studied in some horrible experiment.
>Rubbing a heavy hand against the right side of her face, she tried to ignore these nagging thoughts as she joined her sisters outside of Luna’s room. The shield of the door did little to deafen the garbled wails that continued to pulsate from within.
>Lynn extended a brave, reluctant hand to open the door. The sulfurous stench that then billowed out of the room caused her and Luan to erupt into furious coughing fits. Lori groaned and calmly plugged her nose. The fact that she was so accustomed to these types of smells disgusted her more than the odor itself.
>It was only until Lori flipped on the light switch and exposed the scene within that she realized that the raspy, throaty cries were actually Luna’s croaks of high-pitched laughter. The teenaged baby was seated upon the floor with her legs splayed out, completely in the nude. Her diaper was opened in front of her and smeared with a conglomerate of fresh feces and urine.
>Luna looked up at her wide-eyed sisters and waved to them. Her entire hand was dripping with the sludge of her own waste, as was her chin and mouth. Her lips parted in a friendly grin, which exposed the numerous small, brown flecks lodged within the gaps of her teeth.
>“Wuna found a new snack!” she giggled ecstatically. “Sissies want to shawe with Wuna?”
>Lori felt sour vomit burn her throat as she forced herself to stay composed. Lynn, who was made of much sterner stuff, made no motion to gag, but still wore an expression of utter revulsion. Her mouth contorted into a jagged grimace and the whites of her eyes glimmered with slight terror.
>Luan did not possess the same constitution as her sisters. Ochre-colored vomit promptly spewed from her mouth and splashed onto the floor in front of her. Lori and Lynn both stumbled backwards to avoid the spray of droplets in the air.
>Luna watched the scene with sparkling, awestruck eyes. After Luan had voided all the contents of her stomach, Luna giggled and clapped her filthy hands.
>“Wuan make dessert! Wuan make dessert!”
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