User blog:MysteriousMalice/The Loud House in: The Eyes (First fic on this site.)

'''My first fic here, something I've had in my head ever since the show confirmed Lincoln's 4th Wall Awareness was a canon ability and a means of coping. Tell me what you think.'''

Summary: Lincoln imparts some things.

The Loud House in: The Eyes

For as long as I can remember, I have always seen it, seen them. The eyes. The Wall. And every time I do, I always count to four, and the One with Them is the last counted every time. According to my sisters, I cried a lot as a baby, from the den of night to the most random of times in the day - whether I was hurt or not - I cried and wailed. Though given that I was a baby, it was often just seen as a baby thing.

As I got older, smarter, and even wiser than some people in my life, the truth behind the Wall and Them was imparted to me. By the time the number of Them became grander than before, and yes I could tell, I had accepted it and tried to move along with things as best I could.

On the bright side, I found Them to be great listeners, especially in regards to my experiences and grievances with my family. Be they blankly staring, moving from side to side, or occasionally blinking, I could always tell that they were listening to what I had to say when I had something to say.

It was always a nice relief from the Others that frequently grasped and twisted the ways of my world and myself just to tell some arbitrary lesson that I didn’t even need to learn or experience.

Especially when I either already showed awareness of that lesson, or learned it in a previous situation.

Seriously, why was I forced to learn a lesson about lying in a situation that was more fit to teach Lynn about not being a sore loser, and being a good sport both on and off the field, when I already learned a lesson on lying in a situation that landed me four unwanted dates?

Seriously, you can take everything involving me "needing to learn a lesson" and "being in the wrong" out of that situation, and NOTHING would change!

Ugh, the Others never made sense to me.

At least a case of the former (White Hare), and retread of a different situation (Yes Man), were nice reminders that I actually AM loved by my family, and not lied to until they found a "good" way to throw me away like yesterdays garbage; so their grasping isn't all bad.

I just wish they’d think more three dimensionally at times.

Heh, ironic, a two dimensional being complaining about a lack of three dimensionality from three dimensional beings. I feel like Luan would make some sort of joke here.

But yeah, The Eyes, they’ve been here since I was born, and they’ll be here after we’re all gone. But between Their watching, and The Hands grasping, there can’t be something legitimately worse than either of them, right?

Trivia: A source of inspiration for this is a series of videos called A Voice From the Dark.