Hello everyone. I wanted to start with something new this time; now, I admit, I believe that this story will be considered my genuine first. Believe me when I say... I want to change. "Central Intelligence" will still continue as a short story series and this story will unleash my potential. Possibly. All I want to do is show my best for you all, I hope I won't disappoint. Enjoy!

Entry #2: Greetings, my friends. Admittedly, I'm a bit anxious to get this story out and into the public; so, please forgive me for not being able to control myself. I want to delete "Lucky Me" but I don't know how, can anyone give me directions? Also, I'd like to mention, that I want to write about other things instead of The Loud House; if you want me to do something different, feel free to suggest. Here are my responses:

Loud Risque: I'll try my best to aquatint myself to your standards. And, I apologize for disappointing, but this is not an Adopted Lincoln x Sisters story. But, I will adept myself to make an Adopted Lincoln x Sisters story in the near future, though.

364wii: Lincoln will be sixteen in this story.

KoalaKing21: Yes, Lincoln has a very extreme level of OCD, and BMS: Broken Mind Syndrome (a fabricated condition I came up with).

Enjoy!

•O—O—O•

Chapter 1: Opening

It was a misty beginning with the morning light. A mist born of foamy wonder; deliciously flying through the air. The wistful breeze flowing calmly, but prudent through the ailing trees; the branches raking against the wind like soft whispers, hiding secrets. It was no question that spring was coming. After the hell-storm of winter, everything managed to comfort itself. The buildings now stay quietly stay in place, holding resting people inside. Everyone managed to settle. The solemn bitterness was cut short when the sun rose into the sky. Still shining.

Michigan was a nice place, yes, but it could be so bland in the mixes of fall and spring. Autumn had long passed and infant leaves were sprouting in the edges of twigs within its many trees. The streets were empty, apart from the occasional car passing by, and houses stay drenched in melancholy (preferably blue hue) along with anything else. Still sleeping. Still resting. Upon Barley Street, in Woodsward Avenue, a medium sized building covered an area near the streets' intersections, just meters away from the street light and signs. The building was peach colored, faded bricks lining the wall with a garden of lovely flowers cobbled the outside. Bushes sprinkled across the yard and a stone pathway in the center, cutting through the vegetation. This was the Michigan Orphanage. Where long forgotten things rest in long forgotten places. The place where children go to when they have no one else. The place where they wait for hope; hope that they'll have a better life. Each nook, each cranny, filled with an abundance of childlike wonder. Almost misplaced.

The children's rooms were filled with silence. The white, hospital-like halls introducing equally white rooms which the children inhabit. They were still sleeping. A shame that they couldn't hear the hushed whispers of the wind; letting their imagination run wild trying to figure out what it was saying. A joyous time for interest, for them, but a misdirect from everyone else. But some children don't do that. Some children think differently. Do things differently. And that's okay. One child, more considered a teenager, awoke from his slumber. The standard bed creaked slightly from his movement. Weariness caused his eyes to fight the urge to fall downward again—back to sanctuary—but they wouldn't like that. So, with calloused hands, he groped the edges of the bed and rose from his (still present) daze. The young man lived a sad tale. No parents. No siblings. Nothing. At the young age of three, he had lost his mother and father in a plane crash and was left in the care of an abusive aunt. Once he ran away from her, he got kidnapped, and escaped years later. In turn, he developed a disorder to cope with the pain.

Lincoln was also aware of his problem. He knew he had this uncontrollable need, a motive, to keep things straight and debris-free. It made him unsociable and strange. It also didn't help with his personality, too. He was cold, emotionless, monotonous, and on-point. Just like the icy glare in his ocean deep eyes. Yes, he was a target for teasing and bullying; did he ever stand up for himself? No. He never fought back. Never told them to stop calling him "Mr. Clean", or whatever crazed thing they did from time-to-time. Lincoln never told anyone either, so he just suffered by his lonesome. He knew what would happen if he did fight back; he'd hurt them. But, he didn't want that—it wasn't like he had much of a choice anyway when it happened—and continued to stay good. He had to stay good.

Sighing to himself, Lincoln walked into the separate —hospital-like—bathroom, taking careful steps, and stopped at the sink. He was met the image of disgust. He often thought people didn't like the way he looked. He wouldn't blame them, though. The glare never left his eyes; still searching the mirror for any cracks, specks or stains. Nothing. Good. He still kept his brows furrowed, checking if anything got on his face, but it was clean as it was yesterday. Lincoln went and used the bathroom (by now, you'd figure what that would be like) and started brushing his teeth; being gentle in some places and and rougher in others. Instead of two minutes, he always did three, always thinking that he missed a spot. Next he took his shower; he decided that today should be regular time since today was very important to him.

After completely drying himself off, Lincoln neatly and evenly folded his "dirty" clothes and tucked them into his hamper. He turned over to his bed and set out a new pair of clothes, from his dresser, for the day. And got dressed. Supposedly, he was getting adopted today. Or tomorrow. Lincoln did a ten minute recheck, to see if everything was still in place and clean, and decided that the room was acceptable and left. Being extra cautious when closing the thick wooden door.

The stone-faced man walked a steady rhythm through the hallway. And then he began to wonder. Asking similar questions that people, who saw him as estranged, asked. What was happiness like? Could he actually feel it? Could he even smile? Lincoln didn't know. The only facial expressions he ever made were that of monotone or anger/disgust when he found something dirty. They always said the way he narrowed his brows and pursed his frown made it look like he was going to murder someone. Or that he was already a killer. Would his new family like him? Probably not. Usually, foster parents don't pay too much attention to mind whenever they're taking in teenagers. He was only sixteen, so what does he have to offer?

He stared in close contempt and attention for a moment.

There it was. The headaches. One of many things that continue to reside in his damaged mind. The doctors said he wasn't schizophrenic, but something else. It also explained his "body issues". Shaking his head (for a moment), Lincoln opened one of the doors at the end of the hall, and was met with the stares of all the other kids in the living room.

•O—O—O•

"Lincoln! It's so good to see you again."

"It's good seein' you too, Dr. Joanna."

Again. That voice. That deep, rough voice. It was so low and formal and mysterious. It was no wonder he intimidated people. Ignoring himself, Lincoln went to the cushioned chair that sat across from hers. Reaching his hand in his pocket, he took out an orange cleaning cloth and wiped the seat of the chair repeatedly. The process took a minute, but Dr. Joanna didn't mind; she was ready when he was. Finally taking a seat, Lincoln took the cloth and tucked it back into his pocket. The man in dark clothing then straightened himself; making sure that his legs were at the perfect angle—and that they were correct distance from each other—, Lincoln then squared his shoulders, crossing his arms atop his chest and exhaled. He was stone wall, an immovable statue of order and discipline. It was a distinct contrast to the colorful diversity of her office.

"Is there anythin' you wanted to talk about?"

"Well," The psychiatrist began, optimistically, "I just wanted to inform you that the agency in Royal Woods found a family that wanted to adopt you! I'm so happy for you!"

Though Lincoln was happy himself (at least he thought he was), he only nodded his head, still expressionless, gathering the information.

"Do they... know about me?"

She gave a playful smirk. "I wanted to keep it a surprise."

Lincoln remained unfazed (on the outside), although he furrowed his already furrowed brows even more. His decrepit mind was racking in fear of what might happen. But he had to stay strong.

"Lincoln, I know you're concerned. But don't worry about it; you and I will get to meet them personally, and-"

"Do they know what's wrong with me?"

"Nothing is wrong with you, Lincoln." She countered with sadness etching her tone. Joanna didn't blame him for being too cautious, though. Only few in the world are able to understand and comprehend the rare mental condition that her patient had. She noticed him looking down at the floor. Most would assume that he was checking for crumbs, but she could tell that he was ashamed and frightened; no matter how solemn his face was. He was growing into a fine young man, and yet, he was ostracized for it.

"Tell you what," She smuggled his attention, "I'll tell you about them myself, so that you can prepare yourself. I know how much you like doing that."

Lincoln nodded once more. He also noticed the sad smile she had on her face, which also upset him. He didn't want to hurt anyone. Not again.

"They're a big family," Joanna started. "And it's made up of mostly women." Lincoln then looked up at her. Arms still folded in stiff position, lips still pursed to a nonchalant frown, but a raised eyebrow adorned his expression; curiosity twinkling in his eye. Women had always a... negative... effect on him. Why in the world would they put him in a house filled with them?

"I know, it sounds bad, but think of it like this, Lincoln. I wanted you to finally stand up to your fears; to overcome them and be better. You've had terrible experiences with women in your childhood, yes, but I think it's healthy to confront problems instead of shying away from them. Wouldn't you agree?"

He nodded.

"And... at the same time, we need to consider limitation. Just because you conquered your enemy doesn't mean you can take over the world, but you knew that." She gave a short laugh before regaining seriousness. "I also took the precautions of telling the family who are adopting you, the certain characteristics that you have."

"So you told 'em about my BMS?"

The psychiatrist nodded.

•O—O—O•

Lynn Sr. beamed a smile on his normally happy face. He and Rita fondly remember the office that Dr. Joanna had; she herself was an elderly woman with hazel eyes. Her curled hair auburn white, glistening to the last detail. Her clothes spoke just like her office too, colorful, vibrant and compassionate. A large bookshelf. Multiple tables with flowers and animal sculptures. And paintings flooded the wall. Heck, both he and Rita would kill to have a house like that.

Currently, the homely man just finished setting up the room for his new son. Admittedly, both he and his wife were scared. They had spent over twenty years raising girls—they had tried for a boy several times, but after Lily, they had given up (he got a vasectomy, too)—so, raising a boy was foreign to them. Lynn Sr. loved his daughters, he really did, but the thought of having a son was too great for him. Rita also wanted a son as well. Someone she could watch play baseball (other than Lynn Jr.). Someone to bond with on a different level; she had grown tired of going to the mall and hoped to get caught in some of the boys' interests. Maybe Lynn Jr. and Lana will finally have someone to play sports with; or maybe he's one of those snobby know-it-all kids. Rita didn't know.

At the same time, the mother of ten was in the living room, preparing for later today. With the help of her husband, Leni, Lynn Jr., Lana and Lisa; they managed to transform their linen closet to a functioning bedroom. Yes, it was a little small—but from past experiences, Rita knew that teenagers needed their space. All her kids aged nicely over the past few years; Lori was twenty-two and easily mimicked her figure when Rita herself was near that age. Leni, at twenty-one, managed to get a job at Gabby's Gorgeous Salon and was holding up the position pretty well. Luna had become a Royal Woods sensation at twenty; the band she was in, The Loud Rockers, was popular amongst the town. Luan was still doing her Funny Business, but as soon as she turned nineteen—she became a YouTuber and has over two million subscribers! Lynn Jr., being a legal adult, nearly spent her whole days at the gym; always trying to improve her already impressive physique. It took a while, but the family convinced her to tone it down.

Lucy had taken the mantle of being more open when became thirteen. Still, the goth kept the same morose and bleak around her person at all times. Lana had improved greatly over the years; at twelve, she started cleaning herself more, but still held a passion for her interests. Lola still stayed the same unsurprisingly, but matured nonetheless. Lisa also showed no signs of change when she turned ten (the only thing that did increase was her intelligence). Lily, at seven, was a real showstopper! Her passion was painting, and, the occasional quip if photography. Yes, Lynn Sr. and Rita believed that their children were going to be very successful in the future; and they had no doubt that their new son was going to do the same. Still, like any other person, they had their doubts—they had spoke to their daughters about the adoption, and... the results varied. Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn Jr., Lana and Lily were happy. Lori, Lucy and Lisa seemed indifferent towards it; and Lola was the only one who seemed appalled by the information.

'We don't need another Lana!' she said; and after session of apologies and calming down, the horde of women came to a mutual agreement. Snapping out of her thoughts, Rita heard her eldest daughter walk down the stairs. Lori wore a light blue T-shirt saying "I need some Vitamin Sea" and ruffled white sweatpants, as well as faded pink slippers. Phone in hand, she was looking for any apartments that were available. Lori was acing through college, so, she thought that both she and her Bobby should look for places to live. She went over and sat on the couch.

"Hey mom." She started, Turing off her phone (and putting it in her pocket) and now facing her parent.

"Hi sweetie," Rita wanted to continue, but stopped.

"Something wrong?"

The mother looked at Lori straight in the eye. "It's just... I'm a little worried about the boy that your father and I are adopting."

"Don't worry mom, I'll make sure that the girls are on their best behavior." The adult flashed a sense of confidence to her mother.

"It's not you girls I'm worried about;" She assured the younger woman. "I'm more concerned about what your new brother's gonna think of us. What if we're too much for him?"

"Trust me mom, there's nothing to worry about. Don't sweat it. He's literally going to love us!"

•O—O—O•

Lincoln was nervous. Very, very nervous. After his talk with Dr. Joanna, he found that his adopted parents had ten daughters (yeesh) and each one being a different age and talent. Great. Just great. Not only will he surrounded by women, he's going to be beneath them. Shaking his head, and avoiding those thoughts (that didn't belong to him) the teenager continued to pack his things. Taking extra precautions to neatly fold and place everything down in order. This was it. This was his chance to become something better. Something more. He just hoped it wouldn't spiral into anything chaotic. That, ladies and gentlemen, is what Lincoln Antonio Loudd feared the most.

No one had even said goodbye to him.

•O—O—O•

LINCOLN ANTONIO LOUDD!

You'll eat what I tell you to eat, you UNGRATEFUL little shit! Don't make me come in that kitchen and POKE OUT YOUR EYES!

The teen awoke with shock in his eyes. Steadying his now uneven breathing, Lincoln calmed himself. He must've fell asleep. Not only was that embarrassing enough, they let him dream about that sick excuse of an aunt. Probably to wake him up... Avoiding all that, he stood from his seat, electing a set of curious stares from the waiting room. Now feeling more embarrassed, the teenager left the room hastily; suitcase held tightly in his right hand. Lincoln went through the front door and was drowned from the outside world. He took a deep breath (in the through the nose, out through the mouth) and walked down the concrete stairs with a acceptable rhythm. After strolling around the small parking lot, he found Joanna's car. The elder woman waved at him.

Lincoln walked to the car.

It was now or never.

•O—O—O•

Lisa had never expected her parental units to stoop to adoption, especially for obtaining a son. Now, the prodigy wasn't against adoption, per se, but if her parental units craved a child of the opposite gender, then she could create one for them. No hassle, unlike the painstakingly long wait from adoption. The young scientist, along with the rest of her family, sat in the living room. Waiting. Her father, wearing an evergreen sweater with a red shirt underneath; the sleeves were rolled up to the forearm; and navy blue jeans with brown colored dress shoes. Her mother was wearing a light fuchsia flannel (the sleeves reaching down to her braclet covered wrists) and a deep gold necklace with a pendant at the end. Her pants were a deep chocolate brown; a distinctive difference between her caramel colored dress slippers.

Her eldest sibling, adorning a light blue striped tank top with white cargo shorts leading down to the tops of her knees, ending with brown sandals with gold rims. Lori also held an adornment of jewelry; bracelets, earrings, etc. Next, Leni had worn a flowing, flowery, sea foam green sun dress with an equally spectacular sun hat. Her sunglasses sat atop the hat while her jewelry mimicked her sisters'. White and pink flip flops beneath her souls.

Luna had chosen a spiked choker, a dark purple wife beater T-shirt (with fishnet sleeves); more "punk-like" jewelry—piercings, chains, and others. The rocker also had jet black leather jeans, chains and rips making them look more "radical!" Familiar boots blanketing her shoes. Her roommate fared better. Luan wore a white, old fashion dress shirt with a thin mustard colored jacket. Her skirt was more patterned than plaid—still retaining that lovable yellow. A pink flower was on the top right of her dress shirt; as well as an absence of braces and jewelry.

On the other hand, Lynn was wearing what she always wore: blood red sports hoodie and inferna red sweatpants with white (dirty) gyms shoes. The goth of the family wore the same attire as well. A black, frilly dress with white collars; black doll dress shoes with golden locks and white headband—though her eyes still stayed hidden.

Lana now wore a red T-shirt and still had her overalls on top; her new hat was a red and blue baseball cap. Her shoes were simply white sneakers with red side-stripes. Lola had switched her clothing to a pink dress shirt and white skirt. A pink bow rested on her sea of blonde hair while her fancy dress shoes snow white. She also had jewelry on.

Lily wore a flowing sundress like her older sister, except it was a faded violet. The six year old adorned white slippers too. Lisa herself was wearing a oak green sweater with brown jeans. Her shoes consisted of a deeper brown sneakers while a impressive lab coat covered her body. The glasses were bigger too. They had waited until their new addition would arrive. Each sibling had their own set of standards as well; Lori: Responsibility. Leni: Kind, and good with clothes. Luna: A chill, reliable guy. Luan: Someone who knows how to have a good laugh. Lynn: A guy who can do sports. Lucy: Averageness. Not too happy, but not too sad. Lana: A big bro. Lola: Someone with class. Lisa: Intelligence. Lily: Same as Lana. That was good. Everyone had standards.

But, if there was one thing the the whole family wanted; it would be a loving, caring brother. The prodigy along with the rest of her siblings held few information on the male specimen; all they did know is that his name was Lincoln, he was sixteen and lived a tragic childhood. When they had heard his name, it broke to an adorable series of questions from the youngest.

"Is he our long-lost cousin or something?" Lily would say. The family told her no, that didn't have any affiliation with Lincoln (not counting the adoption) and she got confused. "But he has the same last name as us...?" It wasn't until Lisa had—clearly—explained to the child that their surnames were spelled differently ('Loudd' instead of 'Loud') and people have the same names, but aren't related throughout the world. The toddler managed to understand and happily waited for him as did the rest of the family. Her family continued to wait; her parents sitting on the recliner chairs, the OSG (Older Sister Group) hogged the couch while the twins sat on the floor.

Lily was nestled in Leni's lap, Lola sat cross-legged while Lana layed on her stomach, aimlessly kicking her legs back and forth out of boredom. The scientist and the goth stood. An abrupt ringing cut the silence short; Lori looked up from her phone, Rita, Lynn Sr. and Lynn Jr. shot their heads up instantly and Lana stopped looking at the floor. After a brief chuckle of embarrassment, the patriarch rose from his chair to reach for the home-phone.

"Hello, Loud Residence; Lynn Loud Sr. speaking."

"Hi Lynn, it's Joanna. Are you or your family busy?"

"Joanna! Uh, no; my family and I are at home. Why do you ask?"

A soft laugh came from the older woman's voice. "Come outside and look."

And then she hung up. Now confused, the father put the home-phone back in its place and gestured to his family to follow him. They followed, without much reason not to; soon the front door opened, and out stepped the whole family. Some stayed near the door, others chose to rest at the stairwell of the porch while few actually stood at the yard. All they say was maroon Honda car with two people in the front seat at the side of the road.

The driver stepped out of the car, revealing herself to be Dr. Joanna; wearing a peach colored trench jacket that went down to her knees. An even lighter shade of said color was wrapped around her neck in the shape of a scarf. Her maroon dress shoes tapped against the concrete surface, luring herself to the family. She was beaming with positivity (if her smile didn't prove that enough) and the woman walked over to the Louds. Dr. Joanna went to hug the parents and introduce herself to all the children.

"Who are you exactly?"

A question they all wanted to ask; and some of them did. While some stayed politely quiet.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Joanna; your parents told me so much about you all. As for who I am, I'm Lincoln's psychologist. It's amazing to meet you all."

Though they were confused, they didn't question it.

Joanna turned to the eldest. "You must be Lori; it's a pleasure meeting you. I can tell you're the one who knows how to keeps things in check."

Said woman blushed lightly from the compliment, "Yeah. I'll make sure my sisters don't pile the new guy; but overall, I'm literally sure he's going to love it here." The doctor nodded in acknowledgment.

Then, she walked over to Leni; "Hello Leni. It's so good to see you and perspicacious knowledge on fashion. Your new brother has an eye for clothing as well, you know.

"Oh My Gosh! I'm totally excited to meet him! C'mon, let us see him! Please, please, please?"

"I appreciate your enthusiasm, Leni, but I still have to introduce myself to your other siblings."

Leni nodded her head in acceptance while Dr. Joanna swiveled to Luna. Face to face. "Luna, it's so great to meet you. I've heard all good things from your parents."

The rocker fist-bumped the doctor. "Cool beans, babe. I hope my new little bro's gonna be the musical type."

"Sadly, Lincoln isn't interested into music like he he used to be. It hope that's alright."

"Don't sweat it, man."

After earning that response, Joanna talked to Luan, who was conveniently next to her roommate. There were laughs, lots and lots of laughs. Then she moved over to Lynn Jr.

"So, Lynn, I hear your into sports."

"Yep. Does the new guy play?"

"He doesn't play sports, but he does work out."

Lynn fist-bumped the air, yelling an "Awesome" from her mouth. Then the psychologist moved over to the squabbling twins.

"Tell me he likes mud!"

"No way he would, he's obviously interested in service-work!"

"Guys love animals!"

"He could be allergic!"

"But I wanted a new play pal!"

"Well, keep waiting sister, because he's going to be my prince!"

"Nuh-Uh!"

"Uh-Huh!"

Joanna decided to step in. "Girls, girls; your new brother is a well balanced man. I'm positive that he'll have time for the both of you!"

The two looked at each other and shrugged shoulders. Joanna supposed that they agreed. After that debacle, the doctor conversed with another. Both she and Lisa shared many intelligible discussions—mainly concerning the new guys' health (both physical and mental). After the high class talk, she went to Lily.

"Hi Lily."

The little girl waved. "Hello Miss Joanna. My parents told all me about you." Joanna managed to giggle from that response. Such an adorable six year old.

She then waltzed to the parents.

Lucy knew it was an accident. That Joanna forgot her. It didn't matter any way; though her face didn't show it, she was anxious to meet her new brother. A pretty eventful week since the twins' birthday a couple days ago. But that's life.

"Hello Rita, Lynn. Your children are lovely. I really feel like Lincoln is going to change here. Again, thank you for taking him in. He really needed it."

"It's no issue at all," Rita began.

"Yeah. The big guy will have lots in store for his new sisters. And we promise not to make him overwhelmed. Believe me, we got this under control."

"That's all I needed to hear."

The psychologist then called out for her patient a couple times. Then, the group heard a trunk door slam shut—the group hadn't even realized that the boy even left. What they saw was strange. The fist thing that they noticed was that he was very tall. And well-built. A little bit unnerving. Lincoln siltently slithered his way out of the car; making sure that he was extra careful with shutting the door so he wouldn't interrupt the conversation. That's what he did best. It wasn't until Joanna called for him, his invisible mask fell. After he shut the trunk door, silence overcame the group of fourteen. He stared at them with small shock.

They did the same.

Joanna waited for the next move.

•O—O—O•

To make a blatant statement; I'M BACK BABY! Oh, I'm so sorry for scaring you all back then—now I just wanna run up, hug you and and kiss you and tell everything's gonna be alright! Unfortunately I can/can't do that. The point is... my personal problems are solved and summer is rolling in. I know you know what that means; more updates, and more stories! I love you all with all my heart! Cheers!