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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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The evening sky darkened to black as the van pulled out of the driveway and drove down the dimly lit street. After weeks of hospitalization and very expensive reconstructive surgery, it was finally time for Luan to come back home. Everyone was more than willing to see this as a golden opportunity to get out of the house, but there was one matter that needed to be dealt with first: who was going to stay behind to watch “the baby?” In what came as a relieving surprise to the rest of the family, the issue was quickly resolved when both Lori and Lisa volunteered to stay while everyone else went to the hospital. This seemingly random act of charity went unquestioned, as everyone was too focused on getting into the van as fast as they could before either of them could change their minds.
The family’s absence had left the inside of the house as dark as the sky outside. The only source of light filtered from underneath the door to Lisa’s room, which was where the two sisters conspired. Lori sat on her four year old sister’s bed with her hands glued to her knees, silently watching Lisa hurriedly fly about every square inch of her room. Her tiny arms were overflowing with crumpled sheets of lab paper and vials full of sloshing chemicals. Every once in a while she’d hobble over to her blackboard to jot down a quick note or erase an incorrect formula, which she was somehow able to locate amidst the mess of chalk and dust smeared across the board.
“I still don’t know about this, Lisa,” Lori finally said.
Lisa gave Lori a brief glance over her shoulder before returning her attention to her blackboard. “Don’t give yourself up to hesitation now, Lori,” she said. She struggled to move her hand, which held a stubby piece of chalk, up towards the blackboard. “The crowning moment of action is upon us.” She punctuated her sentence by marking a large, white X over a doodle that crudely resembled Luna.
A shuddering sigh rolled out of Lori’s parted lips. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Still, I don’t think I can bring myself to do this, you know? It’s literally way too stressful.”
“Perhaps it would do you well to remember what you did to Lincoln all those nights ago. You did not experience uncertainly back then, correct?”
“I already told you, that was different. I wasn’t myself then, it literally felt as if I wasn’t thinking at all. This, on the other hand, is just so pre… premed…”
“Premeditated,” Lisa finished. “Yes, I suppose that is a reasonable reaction. Natural instincts often override human rationality at times. Still, I am 97.918% certain that if you keep your primary objective clear in your mind, you should have no trouble carrying out your duties. I should remind you that I am the one who is responsible for… cleaning up afterwards, if you will. Hopefully that knowledge will put you somewhat more at ease.”
Lori reluctantly nodded as she slowly slid off the bed. She rolled her shoulders backwards a few times to loosen some of her knotted muscles before wordlessly walking to the door and leaving the room.
“Godspeed, Lori,” Lisa said just before the door closed. There was no use trying to fight it; Lori knew that she was the only one able to take Luna out at this point. Although she didn’t doubt Lisa’s ability to dispose of the evidence afterwards, she was still much too small to carry out the actual assassination. Everyone else, of course, was either too blind or fearful to do anything about the danger they were all in, and they wouldn’t even suspect a thing after everything was done. That didn’t matter to Lori though, just as long as some semblance of normalcy returned to this house after tonight. With a brief, longing glance towards the shut door, Lori shook her head and turned to her right.
The cold, white glow of Luna’s door radiated dimly in the darkness. It was an odd color choice, given that the rest of the doors were brown, and Lori couldn’t help but feel uneasy whenever she looked at it. The paint job had been done shortly after Lincoln’s death, so “WIDDLE WINCOLN’S ROOM” was no longer written on it. Mr. Loud had actually quipped about how Luna must’ve spelled her name wrong when he painted over it. The only blemish on the otherwise flawless surface was a label created by the room’s new inhabitant: “WIDDLE WUNA’S ROOM.” The lines were crooked, as if the crayon was held within a fist, and letters like the R and N were written backwards. The handwriting was uncannily similar to Lincoln’s, the only difference being that it was purple instead of orange.
Lori forced her eyes downward, not wanting to dwell on that thought any further. She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, unprepared for the torrent of thick, soupy air that washed over her. Poor ventilation at this end of the house, combined with the sole window being kept shut, had resulted in the room’s already nauseous stench to ferment into a dense brew that reeked of drain pipes and seawater. Lori, who was normally used to the many odors that Luna produced, could not help but plug her nose and erupt into a coughing fit as the humid fog enveloped her. The rancid air coated her tongue as soon as she opened her mouth, causing her guts to fold in on themselves as the acidity corroded her taste buds. Buckling under her weak knees, she clamped a hand over her mouth, feeling a wave of bitter vomit surge up her throat. Luckily, she was able to contain the flood of puke that rapidly began to fill her mouth, save for the trickles that seeped through the spaces between her fingers. With nowhere else to go, the bile drained back down her throat as she forced herself to swallow it all. Despite the intense burning in her tightening throat, she made sure that none of it would come back up.
Aside from Lori’s soft moans and the scattered drops of vomit hitting the carpet, the room was otherwise silent. Streaks of pale moonlight filtered through the circular window and helped bring the dismal surroundings into focus. There were precious few belongings in the room aside from some crusty-looking stuffed animals and plastic toys that were caked in dried saliva. The only familiar possession that Lori recognized was Luna’s guitar. Luna never played it, of course, but she could not bear to be separated from it. If anyone tried to take it away from her, she’d cry, kick, and even bash her head against the wall until the perpetrator set it back down. One concussion later, and the subject of the guitar soon became taboo around the household.
The carpet was a tie-dye of various stains, making it hard to determine what its original color was. One small stain at the foot of Luna’s crib was comparatively darker than the rest, and Lori recognized it from the day when Luan’s teeth were knocked out. The sight of her own sister’s blood made Lori’s overstrained stomach churn, but she was able to regain herself when she peered through the bars of the crib.
Luna lay within the crib with her back facing Lori. Snuffles and snorts rumbled from her nostrils and mouth, the only signs of life from her otherwise still body. Much like Lincoln before her, her body was a withered husk of what it used to be. A combination of her withdrawals and a diet of mushy vegetables and oatmeal had ravaged her body, making her look almost skeletal in appearance. Muscle mass had been all but eroded from her colorless limbs, which were marked by distended streaks of purple veins. Her developing breasts had receded back to her chest, and her once plump behind now looked deflated underneath the wrinkled, yellowed diaper she wore.
Lori rose up to her feet and leaned over the crib’s railing, staring at the pathetic creature within. Luna’s emaciated form surprisingly made her humanity more apparent in Lori’s eyes, which only served to strengthen her resolve. It now seemed only decent to end this horrible existence by giving Luna a proper mercy killing. Lori felt her heart turn to stone as she plunged her arms over the crib and clamped her hands around the sleeping girl’s neck.
Luna’s eyelids soon fluttered open and she immediately flew into a panic. Her bloodshot eyes bulged as she uselessly flailed her arms about. Lori winced as the bony limbs collided with her own, caught off guard by the amount of force Luna was able to muster. Luna putting up a fight was not something she had anticipated; Lincoln went out with almost no struggle, after all. As Lori stared at the animalistic determination in Luna’s eyes, though, she knew she had to finish this before the tables turned.
The crib’s railing jutted uncomfortably into Lori’s gut as she leaned forward, her arms trembling as she slowly shifted her weight onto them. She hoped that the added leverage would help her crush Luna’s throat faster, but as she lifted her feet from the ground and found herself awkwardly balanced atop the bar, she realized her mistake. The metal frame groaned under the combined weight of the two teenagers, and soon the entire crib fell apart with a ferocious clatter. Lori fell flat on her stomach, resting atop a pile of metal bars that jabbed her body at several angles. The clanging of metal against metal thundered in her ears as she struggled to get up to her feet. The din eventually gave way to a low, guttural growling that made Lori’s heart plummet. Luna stood atop the remaining rubble with her arms outstretched and her fingers curled like talons. Hot air burst from her nostrils and slick streams of drool dribbled past her lips as she took a bold step towards Lori. Unlike the day at the cemetery, there was no wavering at all in Luna’s stride; she was surprisingly in control of her balance.
“Not coow, dude,” Luna growled. “You can’t tweat a baby wike that.”
Luna reared an arm back and aimed a swipe at Lori’s face. Lori screamed as she dropped down to the floor, feeling the gust of the swing course through her hair. With her back facing the ground, she awkwardly began scuttling away from Luna on her hands and feet. She hoped she was moving towards the door, but she didn’t dare look over her shoulder to check where she was going; her gaze was completely glued to Luna’s filthy hands wildly cutting through the air. Her slick, brown-stained fingers were capped with yellow nails that gradually blackened at the tips. Small clouds of microscopic crusts and particles flew off from them every time Luna swung her arms. One lucky scratch was all it took to get that rotten shit under the skin, to spread the disease and turn Lori just like her.
The doorframe eventually encompassed Lori’s vision once she passed the threshold and into the hallway. Newfound optimism and hope produced a surge of hot adrenaline throughout her body, giving her just enough energy to propel herself backwards and widen the distance between herself and Luna. Scrambling to her feet, she stared into Luna’s bloodthirsty eyes and immediately began weighing her options before the gap between them was closed. Fighting her hand to hand was too risky and there was no use trying to tire her out; even if she hid in one of the rooms, Luna would no doubt wait until she came out. With her gaze constantly darting around the empty hallway to find something that could help her, Lori found her solution by looking past Luna and back into the room. From behind the ruined crib, the faint edge of Luna’s guitar poked out invitingly.
Luna was unwilling to let up on her assault, which forced Lori to duck and dodge while searching for an opportunity to get behind her. Eventually, she began to notice a pattern in Luna’s attacks: after every swing, she’d always take one step forward before striking again. Once Luna planted her foot down and reared her arm back, Lori took the opportunity by dodging inward just as Luna’s arm shot forward. Luna cried out in confusion, giving Lori enough time to slide past her skinny, greasy body and run toward her humid den. Luna spun around to find Lori already in the room with her hands on the guitar, causing her to screech in fury. With Luna running full bore back into the bedroom, Lori clenched her eyes shut and swung the guitar in a wide arc in front of her.
There was a fleshy crack and a subsequent thud as Luna hit the ground. Lori opened her eyes and cautiously watched as Luna remained on the ground for a few moments, until she finally forced herself onto her hands and knees. Tremors rolled through her twitching, unsteady frame as she raised her head at Lori. A bright trail of blood oozed out of her right temple and shimmered in the dim room, but the viciousness in her stare was unwavering. Her chest heaved with low, guttural breaths as she began crawling towards her sister.
“Mmrrgh,” Luna grumbled. Thin ropes of drool idly swung from her slack jaw as she struggled to produce words. “Ouch… ouchies. You huwt baby’s head, Lowi…”
Lori silently stared down her target as it waywardly shambled towards her. Hefting the instrument high into the air, she brought it down squarely atop Luna’s head. The teenager collapsed upon herself and erupted into a spasmodic writhing. Her limbs flailed about sporadically for a few moments before devolving into occasional twitches. Lori stared at Luna’s near-motionless body for about half a minute before roughly kicking her in the side, the force of which turned her onto her back. Luna’s chest rose and fell shallowly as infrequent spasms pulsed through her otherwise limp body. Her eyes were glassy and one seemed to have been dislocated, causing her to appear to be staring in two separate directions. Lori struggled to look through them, to search for any lingering traces of her little sister that could still be behind them. She knew this was completely pointless, though; whatever human presence within that pitiable husk had died off long before this.
Lori was pulled from her concentration when a long, hissing stream of air squirted against the packed interior of Luna’s diaper. This soon gave way to a muted splattering of liquid and mushy solids. The area covering her crotch and ass began to swell and darken as the waste gradually pooled and congealed within their plastic prison. As soon as all of the waste managed to spill forth from Luna’s body, the stench was immediate. Tears scalded Lori’s eyes as the fumes singed her nostrils, reeking of rotten meat and motor oil. As she wiped at her eyes to clear her vision, a small gasp of air came from Luna’s direction. Luna’s wall-eyed gaze wasn’t directed at Lori at all, but the corners of her mouth quivered into what looked like a mocking grin.
“Ooo…. oopsies…” Luna’s words bubbled past the frothy mixture of saliva and blood that had pooled within her mouth. “B-baby… needs diapee change…”
She seemed ready to say more, but Lori swung the guitar squarely into Luna’s face before she could get the chance. Luna’s body remained motionless after that, and the only sound coming from her body was the gradual fizzling of her excrement as it settled and spread about within the confines of her diaper. The impact left a gruesome, bloody dent along the middle of her face, shattering her nose and two of her top teeth. The sight caused Lori to drop the guitar and turn away, trembling in place as her body temperature instantly dropped. She was shaken from her revulsion by the sound of pattering footsteps bouncing throughout the hallway and halting inside the room. Lori turned around to see Lisa, whose large glasses magnified her already enlarged eyes.
“Sweet mother of mercy!” Lisa gasped. “Lori! Look at all this contaminated fluid you’ve strewn about! Are you attempting to transform this room into a potential biohazard?!”
Lori wordlessly shifted her gaze down to the blood that pooled underneath Luna’s destroyed head. Her face blanched once she noticed the several scattered flecks that dotted the floor and walls, as well as the large stain that coated most of the guitar. Before Lori could respond, Lisa interrupted her with a prolonged sigh as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I advise that you evacuate the area to avoid any risk of possible infection. I’ll get to work on sanitation once I’ve properly dealt with Luna’s remains.”
Lori’s legs felt like noodles as she shambled past Luna’s body and nearly stumbled out of the room. Her heart rattled against her ribcage as she huddled against one of the walls of the hallway, fervently checking her clothes to make sure that no blood got on them. She hardly noticed Lisa passing in front of her before slinking into Luna’s room, carrying a large, black body bag. Even though the door was mostly closed, the rustles and crinkles of the bag and the warbling hiss the zipper made as it was sealed left little to the imagination. Lisa soon emerged from the room with her cargo in tow, dragging behind her and creating a low, scratching noise as it chafed against the hallway rug. Lori was about to offer her sister some help, but she decided against it once she saw how surprisingly effective Lisa was at moving the heavy load by herself.
“So… what is it that you’re going to do with her?” Lori asked.
The upturned end of the body bag fell to the floor with a wet thump as Lisa turned to address Lori. “If you’re truly interested in the procedures involved in this, I’ll be glad to oblige. Since I obviously cannot dispose of a cadaver of this size in one piece, I’ll be taking it into the lavatory to dismember it. Once that is complete, I’ll haul the sections into the basement, where I store drums of several acidic chemicals that I find too hazardous to keep in my own dwelling. You will find that these vats will make short work of any organic substance over the course of a few days. After that period, what was once Luna will have been reduced to nothing more than a liquefied, biohazardous sludge.”
Lori grimaced. “That’s literally the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
“I suppose that means you do not wish to witness the procedure?” Lisa punctuated this question with a small smirk.
Lori made a disgusted noise as she stood up and stormed down the hallway, not wanting to dignify Lisa’s sick humor with a response. Her bedroom door slammed behind her with a resounding thud as she retreated into her bed. She didn’t even bother to change out of her clothes before pulling the covers up and over her head. Even though her task was completed, she hadn’t yet achieved the closure she was expecting. In fact, she struggled to feel any sort of sensation aside from the aftertaste of residual vomit that still stung her mouth and throat.
The thunderous torrent of water gushing from the bathtub faucet caused the wall adjoining the bathroom to vibrate, shattering the relative silence within the bedroom. Through the noise, Lori could hear a faint grinding from the same room, as if someone was trying to saw through a side of beef. Once the realization hit her, she whimpered as she pulled her pillow around her head and clamped it over her ears. It didn’t help in muffling most of the noise, but she was still able to drift off in an uneasy sleep, all while silently praying that whatever Lisa was doing in there would be done before the rest of the family returned home.
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