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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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>In less than a month, Widdle Wuna’s unrelenting plague on the Loud House had reduced it to a den of despair.
>Despite the fact that nobody remembered Lincoln at all, his residual presence still taxed the haggard and stressed minds of those who were unfortunate enough to interact with him. In their altered memories, however, all instances of his existence seemed to have been replaced with Luna, which made it appear as though she had been tormenting the house for much longer than she had actually been around.
>Mr. and Mrs. Loud barely spoke anymore. Shame had sealed their lips and misery had tempered their hearts to stone. The rare occasions that they did speak only produced sharp outbursts of anguish and desolation. Trickles of noiseless tears usually followed, streaking across their wrinkled faces as their gazes hardened in a desperate attempt to shut themselves out from the world.
>Leni and Luan didn’t smile as often as they used to. Lynn increasingly spent more time outside of the house in order to train at the local rec center, where she imagined her infantile sister as the punching bags that she ruthlessly thrashed. The twins rarely argued with each other anymore, and often found themselves seeking the company of their older sisters during this time of uncertainty. The only one who apparently saw no change in behavior was Lucy, but that was only because of her limited interactions with everyone else.
>Lisa spent so much time within her bedroom that she practically lived in it. Nearly all contact between her and the other sisters was cut off, even with Lori. Ever since the incident a few days ago, Lisa had barred Lori from entering her room at all and would go out of her way to avoid talking to her whenever possible.
>Without Lisa, Lori found herself hopelessly lacking a confidant. Nobody else was able to understand her struggles, so she was forced to keep them bottled up. They stewed and fermented within the deepest pits of her insides, slowly festering into a dark, pulsating ulcer that seemed to consume her from within.
>In spite of this, Lori still took it upon herself to act as the solid foundation to keep her frustrated and disillusioned family from completely falling apart. In the absence of their parents, she was the sole authority figure in the house, so she felt that she owed it to everyone else to maintain any semblance of order she could scrounge up.
>One day, Lori, Leni, and Luan were all silently watching television. The suffocating tension of the room kept them distracted from whatever was on the screen, but they all tried their best to feign an interest in it, regardless. Lack of communication was just one of the many problems afflicting the household; everyone knew what everyone else’s grievances were, but nobody seemed willing to actually speak up about them.
>The uncomfortable silence was abruptly broken by an ear-splitting wail from upstairs. All three girls involuntarily jumped from both surprise and an innate dread as recognition immediately sunk into them. Luna’s piercing cries were about as familiar as the everyday sounds of an alarm clock or the doorbell at this point, but always served as a forecast for something unpleasant or horrifying that was yet to come.
>The three girls looked warily at each other through narrowed eyes. Self-preservation and apprehension took hold of them as they immediately began formulating excuses to get out of going upstairs.
>“I already had to deal with her during breakfast today,” Luan started. “One of you should go check on her.”
>“Well, like, it’s not going to be me!” Leni said. “Lori should go because she’s like our new mommy and all.”
>“What?! Leni, I’m not–” Lori began, but fell silent and heaved a frustrated sigh as she cupped her thumb and index finger around the base of her brow. “Look, none of us want to be the one to go up there. We might as well solve this fairly, okay?”
>Leni and Luan nodded in understanding, but exchanged a brief, unsure glance between each other. Lori raised her fist, which the other two mimicked.
>“Rock, Paper, Scissors, Go!”
>Three hands met together in a loose circle. Lori and Leni’s open palms met side by side against Luan’s closed fist.
>“Oh no! Rock crumples paper!” Leni whined. “I lost!”
>“No, Leni,” Lori said, trying to reign in the annoyance in her voice. “You literally have it backwards. We’re both safe. Luan’s the one who lost.”
>Luan glared at Lori. A cold, silent hatred simmered in the whites of her eyes. Lori returned her stare and crossed her arms over her chest. Her decision would not be swayed.
>Begrudgingly, Luan stomped upstairs and swung open Luna’s bedroom door. The stagnant odor of curdling urine seeped from the walls and caused the contents of her stomach to churn vigorously. Fortunately, she was able to refrain from vomiting this time. She cautiously advanced towards Luna, who was still screaming her head off.
>“Easy, easy Luna,” Luan said with a strained soothingness. “Water you crying about this time?” A weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips in response to her own pun, but it did little to stop Luna’s bawling.
>“Baby make a pee pee!” Luna cried. “Baby need a diapee change!”
>Luan groaned, but she was at least silently thankful that Luna only wet herself. Other than the residual reek of feces that had since soaked into the crib and carpet of the room, she couldn’t smell any shit on Luna herself.
>With a great effort, Luna achingly pulled her older sister out of her crib. The larger girl lay against her shoulder in an awkward angle that Luan struggled to maintain with her trembling arms. She could feel the warmth of Luna’s piss-drenched diaper press up against her, and she could swear that Luna was pressing her hips against her on purpose. Luan’s legs shook as she danced her way over to the changing table, and Luna nearly tumbled out of her grasp on top of it.
>Luan rubbed her sore arms before she undid the tabs of Luna’s diaper. The front of the soggy garment slumped open under its own weight, and Luan grimaced at the scene laid out before her.
>Luna’s pubic hair, matted and slick with urine, covered almost her entire crotch in a gnarled, dark field. Nobody ever bothered groom her down there, so the hair was free to grow into an unruly mess that served as a magnet for Luna’s waste. A shallow puddle of amber piss rippled underneath her as it struggled to be absorbed into the oversaturated, bloated fabric of the diaper.
>Luan advanced a trembling hand to remove the soiled diaper when a faint sound of splashing froze her movements. Luan watched wordlessly as the piss puddle sloshed about under a series of abrupt, brassy farts that sputtered out of Luna’s asshole. The gas soon grew louder and wetter in sound as a thin string of shit slithered its way out of her anus and coiled itself in the middle of the piss.
>Luan immediately doubled over and began to dry-heave. Low, guttural gasps of air ravaged her throat and dried out her mouth, but her stomach thankfully refused to let loose any of its contents. Her noises of disgust apparently delighted Luna, who began to laugh giddily.
>In the midst of her joy, she involuntarily expelled a narrow stream of urine. It arced through the air with a sharp whistle as it quickly dispelled into droplets, some of which happening to land in Luan’s eye.
>Luan shouted in anguish as she started to furiously rub at her stinging eye. Her free eye meanwhile directed itself at Luna, shooting her a glare of unrestrained abhorrence.
>“You gross little shit!” Luan spat out.
>“Hey! You can’t say that, Wuan!” Luna screeched out in protest. “Dat’s a bad wowd!”
>Luna thrashed her arms and legs in a rage-fueled tantrum, banging mercilessly against the changing table. Her large, adolescent-sized legs kicked outwards violently and one managed to catch the unaware Luan right under her jaw.
>Luan’s teeth rattled against each other as the meaty leg knocked her off-balance. She flailed and spun around uncontrollably across the room until she finally tripped over herself and fell forwards. Her face slammed against the corner of Luna's crib with a sharp crack, knocking it over as she collapsed beside it.
>The subsequent crash boomed throughout the bottom level of the house. In the living room, Lori immediately jumped off the couch before she ran up the stairs to see what happened. Several other members of the family were also alerted and ran alongside her, and soon everyone was crowded against each other in the hallway as they slowly funneled into Luna’s room.
>Throaty, restless sobs softly emanated from the corner of the room. Luan lay beside the overturned crib in a shivering heap, her hands clasped over her face. Once she heard the footsteps of the others entering the room, she slowly rose into a kneeling position. Her eyes, stained red and glossy under a shroud of tears, stared at her family piteously as she lowered her hands.
>A scream, possibly from one of the twins, ripped through the room. The bottom half of Luan’s face was painted red with fresh blood. More blood continually oozed forth from her mouth and dribbled onto the floor, where it collected into a sizeable puddle that had previously formed.
>Luan curled her upper lip to expose a row of pink, inflamed gums that gushed out blood in the spots where teeth had previously been. One of her incisors dangled uselessly before the maw of her open mouth, suspended between the intact blood vessels and the twisted wire of her braces.
>The rest of her teeth, along with frayed bits of metal, were scattered across the floor. The two largest incisors rested on the edge of the puddle of blood, the gnarled veins clinging to their roots appearing as tangled as the metal wire that connected them to each other.
>While most of the family stormed over to offer aid to Luan, Lori found herself rooted in place. She directed her gaze to Luna, who still sat in her piss and shit filled diaper atop the changing table. Luna returned her gaze, which caused her to stiffen as an immense loathing began to creep over her.
>Luna’s eyes looked upon Lori unassumingly as her mouth curled into an impish smile. Lori’s eyelids twitched at the lack of remorse in Luna’s expression. It was almost as if she fully knew what she had just done.
>After about three seconds, Lori still found herself staring into those same eyes. They bulged from their sockets as the skin around them flushed from red to blue. Luna coughed and gasped frantically as her windpipe was crushed underneath Lori’s claw-like hands. Lori stared at her helpless victim with no emotion. Her own eyes were cold and intent with purpose; she knew that this had to be done.
>She wouldn’t accomplish her goal, however, as the family had worked quickly to dislodge her grip from Luna’s throat. Shaken back into reality, Lori’s determined expression quickly melted underneath a torrent of hot tears that streamed down her face. As the rest of her family dispersed to tend to both Luan and Luna, she huddled dejectedly beside the doorway with her knees curled up to her chin. Just as she was about to let the crushing weight of both loneliness and helplessness consume her, she noticed a small figure enter from the corner of her blurred vision.
>Lori hastily rubbed her eyes and Lisa soon came into full view. Lori cringed and averted her eyes, fully expecting Lisa to give some type of snide remark about how she had been right about her true nature all along.
>She was surprised when she instead felt a small hand rest atop her knee. Lisa’s eyes radiated a soft, almost understanding look from behind her large glasses. Lori raised a quaking hand and set it atop Lisa’s own, all while futilely trying to blink away her tears.
>The shallow hiccups of Lori’s stifled sobs were the only sounds in the otherwise silent exchange between the two. The grave understanding of what they both knew needed to be done eliminated the need for words.
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