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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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>To no one’s surprise, the dual onslaught of both Widdle Wuan and Widdle Weni delivered an unprecedented strain onto the Loud House. Everybody found themselves sorely ill-equipped to handle the increased frequencies of crying, bath times, and especially diaper changes.
>Lynn and Lucy were two of Luan’s favorite targets for pranks. Far from the elaborate schemes that she used to pull, these “pranks” mostly consisted of her simply planting her own messy diapers in random locations in their room. Unfortunately for Lynn and Lucy, Luan turned out to be pretty good at hiding them.
>The twins became painfully aware of Leni’s complete disregard for personal space. All of Lola’s pageant dresses were destroyed in Leni’s attempts to squeeze into them and play dress-up, and many of Lana’s pets had grown stressed and anti-social after Leni’s repeated displays of affection in the form of tail-pulling and petting that may as well be considered slapping.
>Rita had taken up drinking, an old habit she had kicked way back when she was pregnant with Lori. The tang of liquor often streamed out of her bedroom through the air vents, which ended up causing the whole house to smell faintly like a run-down bar.
>Lynn Sr. had fallen into a worrisome depression. The shine had vanished from his eyes and motivation was sapped from his body. His passion for cooking had dissipated, and the family was forced to adopt a policy of “fending for themselves” when it came to mealtimes.
>With both parents out of commission, the burden of responsibility naturally shifted to Lori. After a week of alternating between Chinese food and pizza for dinner, Lori took it upon herself to get her family to eat a home-cooked meal for once.
>Since today happened to be Thursday and her imagination didn’t stray far from her father’s original meal plan, she decided to make goulash. It probably wouldn’t taste as good as her father’s, but at least it was a good opportunity to practice her cooking.
>It would also help in occupying her mind from other things. Ever since Luan infected Leni, the possibility that she would be the next victim kept Lori on near-constant alert. It had gotten to the point where she found herself lying awake in bed at night. Of course, that was also partly to avoid the frequently reoccurring nightmares of Luan sneaking into her room while she slept.
>The ground beef crackled and fizzed within the frying pan. Lori had been keeping an eye on it for so long that she didn’t even notice Lisa come into the kitchen. The squeal of a stool being dragged along the linoleum was what finally alerted her.
>“What are you doing, Lisa?”
>Lisa placed the stool up to the counter and next to Lori before climbing on top of it. “I’ve come to offer my assistance in preparing tonight’s feast.”
>“That’s okay, Lisa. I think I’ve got it.” Lori’s eyes drifted back to the beef in the pan. How brown was it supposed to get again?
>“But I insist. Father will certainly vouch for my expertise if you were to ask him. I have assisted him in the kitchen numerous times.”
>“Wait, are you serious? Since when do you cook?”
>“Come now, Lori. Are you really going to insist on questioning my every claim again?”
>Lori winced. She needed to learn to stop doubting Lisa, especially over trivial matters like this. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Here, you can help by stirring the noodles.”
>The two passed the time in silence while Lisa stirred and Lori diced tomatoes. The knife wavered in Lori’s shaking hand and often wouldn’t be able to cleanly cut into the tomato’s rubbery skin. It wasn’t long before the cutting board was soaked in runny juice and riddled with mushy, uneven tomato chunks.
>Lisa glanced over at the mess. “Would you prefer if we swapped tasks?”
>Lori set the knife down and rubbed her shoulder in embarrassment. “Y-yeah, sorry. I’m just feeling a bit edgy. Been like that for a few days, actually.”
>“That may be partly thanks to the sleep deprivation you’re suffering from.”
>“Well, I have been having trouble sleeping lately… how’d you know that?”
>“Those darkened blemishes around your orbits are a dead giveaway. Would you say that you’re also experiencing anxiety or night terrors that may be contributing to your lack of sleep?”
>Lori lightly traced a finger along her eyelid. She had hoped the concealer she had been using would be enough to hide the rings under her eyes. “That’s right, too. You know, this wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for Luan. This is literally all her fault! Ugh… why am I telling you this? You literally already know what I mean. She’s getting to you too, right?”
>Lisa shrugged. “I try not to dwell on it too much. The fact of the matter is that it is no use accruing needless anxiety over something that we cannot appropriately solve at the moment. Luan and Leni must be eliminated simultaneously, and that will require a more thought out plan than sneaking into their room and murdering them in the night.”
>Lori’s lip curled inwards to form a small grimace, but she said nothing. As usual, Lisa was the voice of reason, and Lori would just have to try her best to follow her advice.
>The rest of the meal preparation carried on smoothly. Once the goulash was just about ready to be taken off the stove, Lisa turned to Lori and gestured towards the dining room.
>“I’ll serve dinner tonight, so go take your seat.”
>“No, Lisa. I cooked, so I should serve it to everyone, too.”
>“I believe you mean we cooked it. Besides, in your current state of mind, you’d probably drop something along the way.”
>Lori nodded unquestioningly and shuffled into the dining room. There was no point in trying to argue anymore. Everyone was already seated, but nobody looked up at Lori as she entered. Their pale, sunken faces were fixed downward while the wooden joints of two custom-built highchairs screeched all along the floor.
>Deranged laughter rolled out from the depths of Luan’s belly as she forced her chair to hop, swivel, and sway. It looked like she might just topple over at times; a possibility Lori was banking on. She caused most of the ruckus while Leni idly rocked from side to side in her attempts to mimic her sister.
>When Lori sat down, Leni turned to her with a slack smile hanging along her face. Her lips glimmered from the slick drool glazed all over them while more spilled out from her mouth in a frothy mess. Lori groaned and turned to look away. It seemed Leni’s degeneration worsened every day, serving as a constant reminder to Lori that she wasn’t quick enough to save her.
>Lisa arrived shortly afterwards with dinner, rolling it up to the table on a metal trolley. Everyone’s faces began to perk up as soon as they caught scent of the goulash, as if they were rejuvenated by smelling something that wasn’t stale feces for once. Scattered murmurs of praises directed towards Lori and her cooking had barely started to circulate around the table before everyone was immediately silenced by a bout of forced, exaggerated coughing.
>Luan cleared her throat once she had gotten everyone’s attention. She then raised herself high from her seat and made a guttural noise of disgust. “Baby no wike that dinnah. Baby want tendies!”
>Lori scowled. There was no way she was letting this little brat spoil tonight for everyone else. “No, Luan. We already had chicken last night, remember?”
>“Not the same! Owange chicken not tendies! It not the same!”
>“Well, that’s literally too bad. Tonight we’re having goulash.”
>“Gouwash poo poo! Makes me wanna thwow up!”
>Luan slammed her fists down on her tray and glared at Lori. Lori chose not to avert her gaze, but couldn’t help but notice the muscles in Luan’s arms rippling underneath the skin. Her gut heaved with labored breaths and the front of her neck twitched with the flexing of her throat.
>Everyone was awestruck as they watched Luan’s display and nobody dared interrupt her. Finally, Luan’s eyes rolled back as she let loose a gagging dry heave. Rearing back once more, she repeated the motion, only this time she was able to hack up a dull orange splash of vomit. Half of it fell straight into her bowl, but the rest managed to fly all the way across the table, making it look like somebody had spilled paint everywhere.
>Lola screamed. Lucy and Lynn instinctively jumped back to avoid getting hit. Even Lana looked a little disturbed. Leni had watched the scene with widened eyes, but as soon as Luan finished, she immediately frowned and lurched forward. Small whimpers squeaked past her curled lips until she spewed forth a torrent of sick all over her end of the table. Large brown chunks settled amidst the brownish-green muck that seeped into the table cloth and dripped onto the floor.
>Luan threw a hand over her mouth as she watched Leni vomit. That first time she puked was a result of sheer force of will, but actual nausea had settled in at this point. Like a chain reaction, Luan spat up even more sludgy bile. Still vaguely orange in color, the majority of the vomit spilled out mostly onto Luan, having lacked the force to be shot across the table this time.
>Almost everyone had stormed out of the room at this point. Nobody was interested in seeing how much longer this would go on for. The only ones left gathered at the table aside from the two babies were Lori, Lisa, and their parents. Lisa seemed to be muttering unintelligibly about “missing zip-locs” and “samples going to waste.” The color had drained from Lori’s face, but she wasn’t too put off by the spectacle; she had already witnessed much worse than this.
>Meanwhile, Lynn Sr. and Rita were looking at each other rather than the splatters of vomit. Scowls ripped across their jaws and their wrinkled brows seemed to fold in on each other. The two of them briefly shot a glance at the vomit-coated table before resuming their gazes.
>“Well, honey,” Lynn Sr. said. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think I can take much more of this anymore.”
>Rita nodded. “We can talk about this more in the morning.”
>In complete unison, the two stood up from the table and walked out of the room. Lori opened her mouth to say something, but she wasn’t even sure if she could properly vocalize her thoughts.
>It didn’t matter, though. Even if she could form words, they would’ve been drowned out by the ragged dry-heaves and groans coming from her puke-stained sisters. Leni clutched her stomach and hiccupped weakly, in her attempts to call for her mom and dad.
>Meanwhile, Luan found amusement from the tie-dye of bile she had helped create. She croaked out a few chuckles amidst her heavy breathing while turning to face Lori. “Mommy and Daddy awen’t gonna cwean dis up. Wooks wike you’we it, Lowi!”
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