Chapter One - Loudfunding

Emotions are funny things. Often they come unannounced and unsolicited. Sometimes they can be justified, and sometimes they cannot. No one is really sure where they come from. Some say its endorphins in your brain setting off a reaction, others say its magic stemming from the heart. We may never truly know their origin, but one thing can be certain. Emotions can bring forth some great pain. Pain for the one feeling them, and pain for the people in the surveying area. But what is the most painful of emotions? Fear? Angst? Sorrow? All would be good choices, but only one emotion can bring upon all of these at once.

Love.

It was an average morning for Lincoln Loud. That is to say, it wasn't average at all. Almost as soon as he opened his door, there was utter chaos. Twins fighting over trivial matters, potentially catastrophic chemical explosions heard in the distance, booby traps set to every door, glaring rock music rattling the walls, the sound of cellphone clicks, and a line for the restroom that seemed impossibly long. In an ordinary setting, might suspect that this was some sort of early morning house party, but to Lincoln, this was home. And despite the occasional complaint, deep down he loved his crazy mornings. After all, the ones causing all the commotion was his family, and he loved his family more than just about anything.

He went about his morning routine with a smile on his face. He was happier than usual this morning, for today was going to be one of the best days of his life. A new release of his favorite comic, Ace Savvy, and a new episode of his favorite television show just happened to coincide on this very day. This has never happened before, and he just knew everything would be perfect in the world.

As he was about to head out the front door, he heard his name being called.

"Hey Lincoln, gotta sec?"

He turned to see his sister Luan approaching him.

"Yeah?" He asked

"I'm a few dollars short for some new props i need, so I was wondering if I could knock some CENTS out of you. HAHA! Get it? CENTS?" She said while giggle to herself.

That one was worse than usual He thought as he let out a massive groan. He had $20 on him, given that lunch at school was $5 and the comic would be $6, he could afford to loan out some money.

"Yeah, I guess I could lend you some. How much do you need?"

'About four bucks, but some DOE should work fine too! Get it? DOE"

Lincoln disregarded the joke and handed her four dollars. Anything to save him from another pun.

"Thanks a million!" She said happily as she walked out the door.

Lincoln was puzzled for a second, not sure if that was actually a pun or not. He didn't give her a million dollars, and he highly doubted she would ever give him that much back. He pondered it until he became embarrassed by how long he had spent thinking it out.

Whatever, I still have $16! That's plenty, I may even have some left over for a pack of gum. He thought happily as he ran out the door, his smile as bright as ever. He would just have to get home from school and then take his bike to the comic store. No problem, anyone can manage that.

On the ride to school, he sat in between his younger twin sisters Lola and Lana as they argued.

"It was my dollar from my birthday!" Lana Yelled

"No, it's my dollar left over from my last pageant prize!" Lola shouted, fists clenched.

Money was a rare thing for there family, so there was always a twinge of hostility among the siblings whenever a dispute of ownership came into question.

From listening to it, Lincoln was able to piece together that at some point that morning they had both seen a dollar on the tiny tea table in their room. Neither twin was 100% sure it was theirs, but that couldn't mean they would just let the other have it. And thus, a morning long bout had begun. Both girls tugging on the dollar as it sat in front of him.

"Well, there's only one real way to fix this" He thought with a sign as he reached into his pocket.

"Hold it you two." He said as he put his hand out and grabbed the dollar, stopping them from ripping it.

"Hey! If you think you're stealing our dollar, you've got another thing coming to you!" Lola hissed, her eyes making the deadliest V shape possible for a 6 year old girl.

"Relax, that isn't what I'm doing at all. Rather, I was doing this-" Lincoln produced a second dollar and handed one to each girl. "Now you both have one." He said with a small grin.

Both girls stared wide eyed at the dollar they each held in their hand. Neither one was really sure how to react, could their only brother have gone crazy or something?

'T...thanks." Lola said in a quiet voice, eyes still on the dollar.

"Yeah….thank you." Uttered Lana in an exact parallel.

Lincoln sat back satisfied and enjoyed the now calm atmosphere of the van for the remainder of the ride. He didn't want to give up his personal savings like that, but if it helped his sisters get along, it was worth it.

He had fifteen dollars left. After everything he should still have four left. Not ideal, but maybe he could buy himself some cereal later. That'd be pretty cool.

As he started to walk towards the school building with his younger siblings, he heard a sound he knew all too well.

"SIGH~"

It was his sister Lucy. Her face was covered by her long black bangs and her face looked almost expressionless. But Lincoln knew his sister well enough to notice when something was wrong. Call it a big brother's instinct.

"What's wrong Lucy?"

"I lost my black pen, now I won't be able to write anything."

"Couldn't you just use a pencil?"

"What's the point of using erasable graphite? All writing should be permanent, like the eternal slumber of death."

"...right." Lincoln loved her dearly, but she had a habit of being...depressing at times, and this was only amplified when she was upset by something.

He knew the school store would have a pens at a fairly cheap price. He reached into his pocket and handed her a dollar. "Here, this should be enough to get yourself a new pen from the school store."

"Thanks brother." She said in her usual monotonous tone and walked off, a sense of happiness emitting for her gloomy look.

"Remember Lincoln, they're worth it in the end." He thought to himself as he walked to class.

The first few classes of the day went by without a hitch. There was a pop quiz in math class, but he was prepared for it ahead of time. He studied extra hard the night before so that he would be able to slack off tonight. The thought of that kept him grinning like a mad cat all through class.

Once the lunch bell rang he walked out happily with his best friend Clyde. Both of them talking about how awesome the night was going to be. Due to Clyde's father's having a big dinner event at home, he had to watch the show from his own home rather than with Lincoln, but they had already decided in advance that they would be talking about it all night over their walkie talkies.

Just as they were about to reach the cafeteria, something whizzed passed their heads faster than they could react to followed by a mushy crash.

"What on Earth was that?" Clyde asked, ducking his head?

"I don't know, but something tells me it wasn't good." Lincoln said worriedly.

They look over and saw what looked like a pink blob of glass and liquids with a baseball stuck in it.

"Lynn! Your baseball destroyed my experiment!" Yelled a lispy voice Lincoln knew all too well. He look to the other side and saw his younger sister Lisa arguing with his older sister Lynn.

"Well your….whatever it is ruined my ball! How am I supposed to practice with it now?" Lynn said furiously.

"Oh please, I'm sure there is a sufficient number of baseballs on the premises" Lisa said, crossing her arms.

"Use a communal ball? That's completely throw off my pitch! You need to get me a new one!"

"More importantly, how are you going to replace the parts in my experiment! It was you who threw the ball."

"I didn't throw it, I tripped on my shoelace and it went flying!"

Lincoln could see a crowd forming as the fight continued. This was bad. They could argue at home all they wanted, but he knew both of them would only be embarrassed later if they continued to do this in public. Without thinking he ran up to them and stood in-between the two with his arms out to separate them.

"Hey hey, let's just take this easy. Lisa, what is it you need for this experiment?" He asked with sweat starting to form on his forehead.

Lisa looked back at her ruined mess and thought for a second, then turned back and replied by uttering a long list of words that Lincoln and Lynn couldn't even comprehend.

"How the heck am I supposed to get all that stuff? Rob a chemical plant?" Lynn uttered, throwing her arms up.

"I suppose I should just call it by its street name, bubble gum." Lisa said simply,

Both Lincoln and Lynn looked at each other before turning their eyes back to lisa.

"You mean all of that is just regular bubble gum? Lincoln asked in a confused tone.

"Well, there are some other ingredients that I won't delve into, but I can get those myself." She mutter, obviously hiding whatever disturbing things were inside the experiment.

"And what exactly are you doing anyway?"

"That's a need to know basis!"

"Ok Ok, here!" Lincoln said with a sigh as he handed her two dollars. "That should buy you a pack of gum."

"Hold it, you mean to tell me she gets off scott free while I'm out a baseball!" Lynn shouted in an angry tone.

Lincoln pushed his hand in her face, when she looked at it she noticed $3 in it. "There, that should get you another baseball, now can you two just forgive each other and move on before this scene gets any bigger?"

Both girls were touched by the gesture and apologized to each other before going their own ways. Lincoln turned around with a sigh and walked back towards his friend.

"Come on Clyde, let's get some food. I'm starved."

"But Lincoln…" Clyde said with an uncomfortable tone. "Didn't you tell me earlier that you only had $14 on you? With that $5 you just gave to your sisters, you only have $9!"

Lincoln's face went blank for a second. He pulled the money out of his pocket and counted it. Clyde was right, he only had nine dollars left. Not enough to get the comic book….if he ate lunch.

"Desperate times call for desperate measures Clyde, I'm skipping lunch!" Lincoln said with determination scrawled across his face.

"Are you sure that's a good idea man?" Clyde asked in a concerned tone.

"Nope, but a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do!"

For Lincoln Loud, the remaining for four hours of the day would proof to be an endurance round. At first, it seemed pretty easy. All he had to do was not think about eating. It was biology class directly after lunch anyway, so all the talk of cells distracted his stomach from feeling hungry.

History class was a little more difficult though. It had to be a lecture of the French Revolution.

"Qui'ils mangent de la brioche, a French phrase that is often times mistaken to translate to let them eat cake, is commonly misattributed to Queen Marie Antoinette as a sign of just how far out of touch she was to the conditions of her subjects. " His teach said while holding the textbook. "However, no sources exist that can definitively prove that she ever said this phrase, the earliest source we can get was written more than 50 years after the war. Did she really say it? Write a brief journal entry explaining why you think she would have with what we've discussed about her personality in this lecture."

"Cake. It had to be cake! Man I could really go for some cake right now!" Lincoln thought as his stomach started to roar. Fantasies of moist, delicious cake covered with a beautiful layer of frosting and filled with a bright and gooey fruit glaze went through his mind. His mouth salivating at the concept of that thrilling first tingle one's tongue makes when it firsts touches such a sweet and creamy delicacy. If Clyde hadn't snapped his fingers to get his attention, he might have broken down right then and there.

"Thanks buddy, you really saved me there!" Lincoln said while catching his breath.

"Anytime" Clyde said with a smile and a thumbs up. "Just try to not chew on your notebook next time.."

Lincoln looked down and saw bite marks on the bottom of his notebook, the area all chewed and soggy. "Tha….must have been disturbing to look watch." he uttered, his face flushed in embarrassment.

Once class let out, Lincoln dashed for home as fast as he could. He had only two things on his mind, food, and comics. He had a plan, rush into the kitchen and eat something quick, then take his bike and get out of the house as fast as possible before something else came up.

It wasn't the best plan in the world, but it was all he could think of on such an empty stomach.

When he got home, he surveyed the area. "Perfect, no sisters." He slid into the kitchen and prepared himself a sandwich.

"Come to papa!" He said before ramming it into his mouth, coughing a little as he scarfed it down. Now that he was satisfied, all he had to do was go to the garage and gab his bike. He went out the back door and strolled along with his head held high. Everything was going better than he thought, even the birds sounded like music to him.

Wait a minute...that IS music

He heard loud guitar playing from the garage as he approached it, not sure how he was ever so far up in the clouds to miss such a large amount of noise. Right before he opened the door, it suddenly stopped.

"ARGHH YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!" Shouted a raspy voice.

Lincoln poked his head in and saw his older sister Luna angrily looking at her guitar, a few strings ripped apart.

"Hey Luna...what's going on?" He asked nervously.

"It's totally awful bro! I was shredding along on my axe when my hand slipping and my bracelet broke some of my strings!" She said with a tone of disappointment. "Worst part is that I don't even have enough money right now to get more, and I've already gotten money from mom and dad this month."

"Oh, that's rough." he said, looking at her sad eyes.

"It's totally bogus, of all days to be short three bucks." Her head held down.

"Wait, $3? I can do that and still have enough for my comic book!" Lincoln thought, a smile forming in his lips. He ran up to Luna, his hand in his pocket.

"Here, I can give you the three dollars, I'm sure you'll give it back to me whenever you have the chance." He said while handing her the money.

"Whoa, you're rad little bro! Thank you!" She said excitedly while taking the money and running off, presumably to the guitar store.

Lincoln stood for a moment and sighed to himself, a small smile on his face. He'd spent nearly all of his money on his sisters, but at least now everyone in the house could be happy, including him. He grabbed his bike and helmet and began to head out.

As he reached the driveway, he came across another commotion. His two oldest sisters, Lori and Leni, were having an argument on the front lawn.

"I literally can't believe you dropped my nail polish, again!" Lori said angrily.

"Well I like can't believe you stepped on my mascara and snapped it in half!" Leni said, just as annoyed.

"Oh boy, this is gonna be a bad one." Lincoln thought as he watched the scene unfold. The last time they accidentally ruined each other's make up, they didn't talk for over a week and the whole house got divided. If he was lucky, he could slip out without them looking to him for a tie breaker. He slowly started heading for the street when Leni took notice of him.

"Lincy, get over here and tell Lori she was wrong for breaking my mascara!" She said, beckoning him to come over.

"Please, he's going to tell you that you shouldn't drop other people's nail polish."

Dang it, now I'm trapped! Well, I have three hours. This can't take THAT long.

Lincoln walked over and heard them go back and forward for what seemed like an eternity. After a while of it going nowhere, he looked down at his watch and noticed it was 7, four hours after he was initially called over.

"AHHHH, the comic store closed while I was listening to you two argue!" He shouted in utter despair.

"Oh, were you going somewhere?" Lori said, for the barely realizing that Lincoln had his bicycle helmet on.

"Not anymore" He said with a sigh. "Look, I don't know how much makeup costs, but I have $6, you two can do whatever you want with it, just please make up." He said as he walked passed them, handing them each three dollars in passing.

"O-M-Gosh, I feel so bad" Leni said with a sad expression on her face.

"Me too Leni, me too." Lori replied as the two watched their brother head up the stairs and into his room.

As Lincoln got into his room he heard his walkie talkie go off, Clyde's staticy voice coming through

"Did you read the comic yet Lincoln? It's the best issue ever!" Clyde said in excitement.

"No Clyde, the store closed, so i gave the last of my money to my sisters." Lincoln said with a sign. "Today is pretty much ruined."

Clyde felt bad, but knew exactly how to cheer his friend up. "Hey, don't worry about it, you can borrow my issue, and don't forget about ARGHHH tonight!" He said enthusiactically.

He was right, Lincoln still had his favorite television show to look forward to in just thirty minutes. His smile slowly returning to his face. "You know what, you're right. Why let a minor misstep ruin my day!"

"That's the spirit! Oops, there's my dads calling me, I gotta go!" Clyde said before leaving his walkie talkie.

Lincoln picked himself up and walked down stairs, confidence spilling from him. He had solved all of his sister's problems that day and he was determined to watch his show no matter what.

As walked out of his room, he noticed a power surge move through the house. This wasn't the most uncommon thing in their house, but it still always made his spine shiver.
"I never will get used to that" He thought as he started down the stairs.

But when he got down to the first floor, shock came to his face. The tv was on fire.

"Wha-what happened to the tv?!" He asked in a panic as he noticed his father run in with a fire extinguisher.

"I don't know son, I was watching it casually and then the power surge happened and it burst into flames! I guess we forgot to plug in the surge protector, huh?" he said with a worried chuckle. Tv's were expensive, even an old one like theres, it'd be a hassle to replace it.

Sadness filled Lincoln's face. Everything he wanted for the day was ruined. He didn't ask for much, but just this once he wanted things to go his way. He held his head down low as he walked back into his room and plopped face first on the bed. Nothing could make his heart break any worse.

He laid there depressed for a few minutes before he got up and opened his window doe some air. He didn't really need it, but it helped clear his mind from time to time. As he did this, he heard the sound of his door open.

"Lincoln." Said a female voice.

He turned around to see all of his sisters standing in his doorway.

"Hey guys, what's up?" he asked.

"Look, we know that today didn't go as you had hoped, and we just wanted to say that we all really appreciate it all you did today." Lori said while rubbing her neck.

"Yeah, you completely saved our backs." Lynn said.

"It's not Ace Savvy, but we drew you this comic to show our appreciation." Lola said as she handed him a few stapled pages of lined paper with drawing on them.

Lincoln looked down at it and smiled. The title said "The Loud Sisters and The Best Brother Ever." The gesture alone touched his heart warmly.

"Thanks guys, this really cheers me up."

Each of his sisters left him before leaving him alone again in his room. He may not have done any of the things he had planned to that day, but it was anything but the worst day ever. He turned off the lights and fell into a deep sleep, smile still on his face.

What are dreams anyway? Are they more chemicals in your mind? Are they hallucinations that happen because you don't breathe much in your sleep? No one knows for sure, but everyone has a theory. Either way, most people just forget their dreams as they wake up. But that night, something felt weird with Lincoln. His dream was weird. It felt even weirder.

There was a lot of pressure on his body. A hot feeling, one that didn't feel natural. His face seemed weirdly wet too, almost like he couldnt breathe well….wait, this wasn't a dream. He really couldn't break that well!

Lincoln's eyes shot open, his mouth gasping for air, but something was on his face, something soggy. Was it a towel? A mask? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that he could only take short and shallow breathes to avoid choking. His eyes were completely covered, making the dark room even harder to see, the only thing he could make out was a darkened figure bobbing up and down on top of him, pressing fiercely on his chest.

He tried to move his arms and legs, but he couldn't. They were tied down, his body pinned under the figure. He was trapped.

A million thoughts flew around in his head. What was going on, who was this figure. But after a chilling shudder from his spine, he realized what was going on. He body formed a cold sweat. He was being raped.

He didn't know who it was, but the hot, tight, slimy feeling of the other person's body sliding up and down on his manhood made him feel sick and violated. The tension causing him a similar pain to being hit in the crotch, only worse. He tried to scream out, but the thing on his face muted his voice down to a few gargles.

Why?! Why is this happening?! Who could be doing this to me?!

Terror filled Lincoln's mind. He had left his window open, someone could have snuck into his room to attack him while he sleeping defenselessly.

The person dug their nails into his shoulders as the pressed down harder and harder, each time making Lincoln feel more and more like vomiting. The only reason he didn't was because he was too afraid to.

This isn't right. This isn't supposed to be happening to him. He was only 11, he hadn't even considered having sex before. Why was his body complying with it? Why isn't his dick getting soft from the mere idea of this happening?!

Suddenly a long feeling of shame arose in his mind. Was his body enjoying this? No, that can't be, this is the worst thing that has ever happened to him. Confused, violated, and ashamed, Lincoln started crying as it just kept going on and on for what seemed like forever. Just wishing the nightmare would come to an end.

Finally as the unknown attacker picked up speed for a long duration, his seed erupted out of him like a volcano. This was the first time he had ever ejaculated in his life, and it hurt. It hurt worse than anything he had ever experienced before. It was a tingling that didn't make sense. It felt like when you left a body massager on your leg for too long. The liquid made him feel sore, like it shouldn't have been coming out of him. And there was a sharp pain running down his leg. He felt so bad that he wondered if he would die from this pain.

He panted heavily, causing him to gag and choke on the soggy thing on his head, freshly dampened with his pools of tears.

He went light headed and slowly passed out just as he saw the figure get off of him.

Who...who? Who….

Lincoln awoke the next morning with an empty soul. His arms and legs were untied, but he had marks showing his struggle, and claw marks on his shoulders. The thing on his face, whatever it was, was gone, and he was fully dressed. But he wasn't a fool. He knew what he experienced felt too painful for it to be all a dream. His eyes burned and he started to violently sob.

What could he do? Could he really muster up the courage to tell his family about this? No, how could he? They'd just laugh at him. You can't rape a man after all, they always have fun. The idea of anyone considering that fun made him sick to his stomach.

He looked over to his dresser, his eyes sore from all the tears he had shed. There was a note on it, one he hadn't seen before.

He read it and suddenly his heart sunk. His eyes widened more than they ever had in his life. Suddenly his throat grew sore and he rushed for the bathroom and began to vomit uncontrollably.

The note said:

"Last night was the best Lincoln, oh, and thank you for the money." written out entirely in newspaper lettering.

It made everything clear to him. His assailant was none other than one of his sisters. The thought hurt him more than the event itself.

One of his dear sisters, the people he loved with all his heart, whom he would do anything for, violently raped him for hours the night before.

This was surely the worst heartache he had ever felt in his life.

Well this was a rather interesting way to pass the time.

It's been 6 years since I lost all interest in fanfiction and left the site, this account long left dormant. So why did I return? I was visiting some family over the holidays and fell ill, being couch ridden for roughly a month meant I was subjected to whatever my family chose to watch. My young siblings watch a lot of Nick, a channel I hadn't even looked at since 2012. It's fallen quite far from the being my least favorite channel as a kid, now I would consider it complete unwatchable, but this Loud House show was mildly entertaining compared to everything else.
Maybe it was because I grew up in a massive family, maybe it was because it borrows a lot from newspaper comics I read as a kid, or maybe I just have gone soft and changed my mood towards television animation, either way I kind of dug it.

Looking at the fandom online lead me to a lot of interesting things. I'm actually pretty amazed how many people like putting the characters of this relatively wholesome show into disturbing situations. Disturbing was always my specialty, so I figured I would come out of my eternal retirement and crack something out. I suppose my main concept was to take a story that felt like it could easily have been a part of the actual show, and then twist it at the end. Giving us what we have here. Author's note at the end, because why would I ever warn someone about a twist? That's just silly.

I personally think the largest challenge with writing anything related to this show is how little the characters actually get the chance to develop individual personalities. We get the basic gimmick of their character, and usually they do a quick gag and leave. It's not like I don't understand, they wrote a show with a principal cast of 11 characters with several reoccurring characters in the mix, but there is still a lack of features for a lot of these characters. So I worked with what I could to try and keep them all as somewhat realistic to the show's universe.

Will I write a second chapter? Probably not. But I'll leave it open just in case.