User blog:AustinDR/Fanfiction - Lola Browses deviantART

(Lola was in Lincoln's bedroom, casually glancing at the computer screen. She notices something on the internet.)

Lola: deviantART? What's that?

(She reads up a bit on it, which further interested her.)

Lola: Wow, so people post art there? Wonder if there's anything on me.

(She goes to the website, and types her name in the search engine. She comes upon a few pictures.)

Lola: Wow, I look amazing! I have to hand it to those artists; they are able to depict my beauty pretty well.

(She notices herself with a boy around her age.)

Lola: Who's this?

(She reads the description.)

Lola: Lexx Loud? My gender flip? Well, he looks handsome. Not because he's exactly me. Well kind of. I( wonder if it'd be wrong to kiss myself? Well, it wouldn't be me kissing myself, would it? Well, he is my male counterpart...No, that'd be too weird.

(She continues browsing the internet, and she notices some images of her alongside some people that she didn't know.)

Lola: Why do I look scary in these pictures? And why is that person reacting negatively to me? Come here so I can cuddle you to death.....First, I don't hug some random person. They'd have cooties for all I know. I don't want to get their icky germs on me.

(She sees pictures of her being a nightmarish abomination)

Lola: (gasp) I'm not like that! OK, so I'm a little bit naughty, but they're making me look like some monster. I mean, I'm not scary!

(Lincoln walks into the room with his laundry.)

Lincoln: Lola, what are you...

Lola: (roaring) LINCOLN! Am I scary!?

(Lincoln screams and runs out of the room.)

Lola: Eh, he's a sissy anyway.

(She sees an image of her and Lana; Lana had one hand clutched over her other arm. She was bleeding while she was holding a pair of scissors.)

Lola: Holy shmaoley! That's a horrible image......My sister and I get in fights all the time, but I'd never do that to her. It seems that this artist likes to do messed up things with us. Why is Lucy crying? She's seen dead people all the time. I mean, she runs a funerary service. Well, some of this guy's work's great, but he has a dark sense of humor.

(She goes further down, and sees that she's kissing Lana.)

Lola: Oh god....I think I'm gonna be sick....

(She holds back her vomit, and decides to continue browsing.)

Lola: Is....is that......

(She's bombarded with images of her being inflated, and being made to eat a lot of food until her belly enlarges.)

Lola: What have they done to my body?!!!

(Lola's stomach churns; she quickly clasps her hands over her mouth. Her cheeks began to swell up.)

Lola: FI FHINK EM GUNNA POOK!!!!

(Lola barfs all over Lincoln's computer and runs out of the room.)

Lincoln: Hey, Lola, why are you running? Hm. Strange.

(He smells something rancid)

Lincoln: Ew! What's that horrible smell?

(He walks into his room, and sees his puke-ridden computer.)

Lincoln: (gasp) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

THE END!