"My little eyes! What happened to my eyes!?"
Rita approached Lincoln and said, "Calm down, baby. You don't look that bad."
"Not that bad? Not that bad!? I look like a fucking alien!"
"Watch your language, young man."
Lincoln looked in the mirror and said, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is the first time I've seen myself in three years, and I'm like that!"
Leni walked up to her brother and took a comb out of her pocket. Then you comb it, leaving it with the classic "this is better."
Lincoln sees his reflection. He now had less hair covering his eyes. Which sees through them, "Thank you, Leni."
For her part, Lisa was now becoming more interested as she was thinking, "What could that blood do to his body?"
It's been a few weeks since then.
The event was on the local news, and no one could explain how the boy, past the point of no return, was able to regain his sight. This increased the popularity of Royal Woods. Which became called the "City of Miracles."
The latter was supported by Venomus Industries. Who curiously financed the construction of a miraculous fountain, and after drinking its water, the disabled walked, and the sick were healed. But sure. That wasn't a miracle. But it was science. Well, Venom has developed a harmless version of the active compound. Which he mixed with water flowing from his company's water tank to the source. Tourism promoted by believers has led to increased consumption of venom products. Increasing his monthly earnings, as he earns three times what he earns in a year in one month.
For his part, Lincoln's life also improved.
The video they recorded of him and his friends beating Chandler's gang went viral. At school, no one dares to bully anymore, for fear of angering the three weak mother-in-laws, Andy, Clyde, and Lincoln. Which everyone called the "monstrous trio."
Meanwhile, at the Loud house,
The sisters, who had an affair with Lincoln, were in Lisa's laboratory room at her request.
Three of them were not happy with it. Well, for a few weeks, they had no relations with the albino. Well, Lisa interrupted them whenever they wanted to.
"Are you going to say why you called us, Lisa?" Lynn asked.
"Yes, I have more important things to do. For example, how to practice for my next concert."
"Very well. First, I must assume that you realize that I am aware of the incestuous relationship you have with our brother."
"Yes. Lucy told us."
"Good. This saves us time. That being the case, I'll get straight to the point."
"As you may have noticed, for the past few days, I've been avoiding any kind of physical action between you and Lincoln."
"Yes, we noticed that," Luna said in an annoyed tone.
"Clearly, I did this for a reason. Or rather, two."
"The first was to study the side effects of the blood transfusion that Lincoln experienced on the day he was shot."
Lynn narrowed her eyes at Lisa. "Why? What was that blood?"
Lisa sighs, "Okay. I'll tell you, you can't tell anyone. Especially you, Leni."
"Okay. I'll keep the secret."
Lisa didn't know whether to trust her sister's words. But she didn't have time for that. So she proceeded to tell them all about her discovery of the potency and the blood they used on Lincoln.
"That is why, in three years, he has become stronger and more agile, and his senses have sharpened."
The sisters had a surprised expression.
"Are you saying Lincoln has some weird stimulant in his system?"
"Basically, yes."
"What will that blood do to his body?"
"Currently, we have seen three results: the production of melanin in his hair, the black color in his sclera, and the most important of them: his eyes have been healed."
"This doesn't look so bad."
"It's just positive effects. I still have to find out if there are any side effects."
"That's why you didn't let us have sex with him."
"That's not true. That's for another reason."
"And which one is it?"
"Answer me this. Did any of you plan to use protection?"
"Pfft. Why? He's sterile, isn't he?"
"Yeah... about that..."
the next day.
It was already February 1st. The month of love.
Cupid's tools took over the streets and homes.
Couples have already thought about what to give their loved ones, and stores have raised the price of cards, clothing, perfumes, and dolls. Cosmetics and chocolate. For lovers, the scent of love is in the air. And for companies, it smells like money.
But to a certain twenty-one-year-old girl, she just smelled of alcohol.
It was almost midnight. Drunks were leaving the local bar, leaving a blonde college girl who had picked up the bad habit of alcoholism.
Lori took a beer, then called the bartender.
"Another glass!" Lori's words were slurred from all that she was drinking.
The bartender watched Lori sway in her seat. "I think you've had enough already."
"I'll tell you when I've had enough! Give me another beer!"
"Look girl. It's closing time. So get out, or I'll kick you out."
"Whoa, wait. Come on, boring old man."
Lori gets up and almost falls, but she grabs the bar and straightens up as best she can. She then takes a large, unopened bottle of beer from the bar and throws the bill at the bartender before finally leaving.
Lori staggered down the streets of Royal Woods, sipping from her bottle.
An hour later, she arrived at the door, but her key didn't fit. The girl struggled with the key, but the door wouldn't budge. So I started screaming.
"Come on. Open, Fuck!"
The key sound opened the door, and Lori was alert. But on the other side was Lincoln.
"Lori?"
"Hic. Hey Linky, Hic. You've stayed over again. Hic. To sleep at home?"
"Lori, this is our grandparents home."
"So? Come on. Why do all the houses stop so often? And why don't they stop turning? And why are there three Lincolns? Hey... isn't this our grandparents house?"
"Lori, are you drunk?"