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Why?

Lincoln Loud had to ask himself, as he stood in his family backyard in the middle of the night like a dog.

The cold night air blew through his Blue Pjs and softly touched the bare skin under it.

However, he didn't even notice it, he just stared at the brown chiped away door above some old wooden steps, the smell of garbage filling his nose because of Lana unhealthy binge through the trash which she never bothered to clean up.

The door was only a minute away but the walk might as well have been a lifetime.

Beyond that door, were the safely sleeping members of his so called Family.

None of them had bothered to provide him with a blanket and none of them had voiced any concern about what could happen to him, a 11 year old boy, sleeping out in the dark at night with nothing but the clothes on his back to defend himself with.

The darkness brought the howls of stray dogs looking for a meal and weirdos who wouldn't dare show themselves in the day time.

Any moment, he could easily be kidnapped but his family still would keep the door shut.

And why such a harsh treatment you may ask?

He lied to his abusive big sister Lynn because be wanted time for himself.

And it worked.

And he tried the lie on his whole family.

There were 11 kids and all of them were constantly grabbing for his attention, he just needed on night to himself.

And now he was here.

They had boarded up his room and kicked him out.

He looked up at the clear moon in the sky.

It was only one night, but he understood that he could die out here.

One night, was all it took for a life to be snuffed out.

But what could he do about it other then to beg and plead with his family, hoping for them to grow a heart and let him in.

However, as he looked at the full moon, an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel burst through the dam he had set up in his mind over the years.

Anger.

Anger at his family.

Anger at his situation.

He was always bending over backwards to accommodate his sisters and his parents.

It was always him, who had to say sorry and stroke each of their egos.

It was only him, who had bags under his eyes while his sisters got time to themselves along with amazing hours of sleep.

He would always run himself into the ground and being here, told him just how little his own family thought of him.

Lincoln knew deep in his heart that the only reason they would allow him back in, was when they all realised how screwed their life was without him.

After all, who would get Lola ready for her new beauty pageant?

Who would take care of the baby?

Who would be a test subject for Lisa?

Who would be a punching bag for Lynn Jr?

Who would model clothes for Leni?

Who would be there to have their ears blown off when Luna, wanted somebody to hear her new song?

Who would Luan crack jokes to?

Who would his parents give massive responsibly to for simply being a boy?

He was tired.

Tired of leading this life.

But what could he do?

This was his family, it was not like he could swap his family for another one.

He couldn't go to the police either because even though his parents shouldn't have that many kids in the first place, being in an orphanage was no place for Lily.

Suddenly he saw.

[System Booting up. Welcome to the Family System. You wish to trade your family. Would you like to start over in another family?]

And Lincoln didn't care if the cold was getting to him or desperation to get inside had finally consumed his mind to hullicinate, he swipped yes looking like a crazy person.

The next thing he knew, he was in a room that was run down, it barely a bed and a cabinet, there was a terrible cold draft coming from the broken door, which showed the heating wasn't on.

What made it more unappealing was a the tiny bin that was breaking apart in the corner.

In his hands was a dustpan and brush.

[Quest Unlocked: Sweep your new room]

[Reward: Family selection, Daily spin, Gas (1 month), Electricty (One Month), Shop unlocked, Fridge (Stocked), Money 2000 dollars]

Now, Lincoln knew he was asleep, but since this was a dream, he began to sweep the place, putting it into the rubbish trash bin before he heard the notification and suddenly the room came on and the draft in the house was no longer present.

The screen poped up and this time, he saw a bunch of families and a family creation tab as well.

He scrolled down and had to stop and stare when he saw 12 familiar people.

10 of these people were terrible versions of his sisters that he remembered tormenting him in that dream, he had.

But was there really any difference with how they treated him compared to his sisters, now that they refused to acknowledge he existed?

Sure his sisters, didn't do it regularly but each one had tormented him in some form of another.

However, Lily was just a baby and didn't know any better.

He wanted to scroll down but his mind wouldn't leave the group.

If only there was some way to modify them so that they weren't complete assholes to each other and more importantly towards him.

If that could happen, they would be his dream family.

Suddenly he saw.

[You wish to modify? Who do you wish to modify?]

And then each of their profiles came up and he couldn't believe it.

He could literally just erase a few lines in their description and then write his own into it.

He got a good look at each trait and had to cringe at some of them.

No wonder, they were so mean to him, when he saw 'Violence to your sibling is funny if they cry, its funnier' as one of them.

He quickly corrected that but, he decided to add one more member into the family and not have the parents look exactly like his own.

He added a latino boy, that reminded him of ronnie anne in looks, but he seemed cooler and less likely to hit him.

He darkened his mother skin and then found out he could edit himself.

He kept his white hair and just styled it differently, he wore a orange hoody instead of an orange shirt, black jeans and sneakers.

He changed his name to Logan.

He finished and saw.

[Please decide what they do]

He then went through all of them.

He felt the urge to one-up his former family like they constantly one-upped him in life.

He finished and saw the last information about what to call the family.

[ Supreme]

Well, he was terrible at making names.

He pressed enter without thinking it through for hours like his sisters would have done.

And then the world went black for him.

The world shifted and he was suddenly fast asleep in a much better and higher quality bed but it was moved to the left to make way for another bed that had a dark-skinned boy sleeping in it.

On the shelves appeared toys and comic books.

In the corner was a computer.

The space was way bigger than his closet.

Rooms began to appear down the hall alongside his own, each filled with two or three boys before getting to the master bedroom, where a man and woman slept.

Each room was personalised to fit each person personality even if it was only a section.

Before two bathrooms appeared, a large kitchen, a living room, garage, a massive minivan with two smaller cars alongside it.

And a tree to top it off, along with a mailbox close to the road.

The family came into being.

Lincoln had no idea that, that what he thought were mere minutes was actually months in the real world.

He had been missing for 2 months.

And scene!

Just a taste. I want to see what you guys think about it. Should I continue? Review!