I do not own The Loud House. I am trying to make something more lighthearted to combat the darkness that is "Shattered Innocence." It's not dark, but it does mention a subject matter that is a little risqué, so I do warn you that if you have any offense towards this idea, please do not read. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this goofy story.

Morning at the Loud House was hectic as per usual. Rays of sunshine crept into Lincoln's room, waking him up from his deep slumber. Slowly but surely, Lincoln stretched his limbs, and slid out of bed.

"Ah, another beautiful day" yawned the white-haired boy.

Lincoln whistled as he strolled down the stairs. As he was entering the kitchen, he saw that Lynn was quietly drinking her cup of coffee. While not necessarily odd, she mumbled something to herself.

"Morning, Lynn!" he chirped.

Strangely enough, Lynn seemed to react negatively to his words. While Lynn was normally an abrasive tomboy, she seemed to be especially unhinged than usual. A low growl emitted through her clenched teeth. She rubbed her temples in annoyance.

"God, why do you have to be so loud today?" she groaned irritably.

Lincoln was confused by her sudden spurt of anger. "But I didn't even raise my voice."

Lynn gave her brother a heated glare. Typically, she would pass him a threatening stare often, but her glance seemed especially hostile this morning. Quite simply, it was a look of pure hatred. Lincoln feared that if he didn't leave the kitchen that very instant, she would pulverize him to death. Lynn placed her cup on the table, and balled her right hand into a fist. Her veins were visibly pronounced. "You better get out before I pummel you!"

Lincoln gulped in fright. He had never seen his sister this visibly upset. Despite this, Lincoln obeyed his sister's wishes, and he slowly backed out of the kitchen. As he was turning the corner, he caught a glimpse of Lynn. She was leaning over in pain. From what he was able to make out, she was lightly swearing about her aching back. Lincoln of course found this odd. Maybe this was the reason as to why she was acting so cranky this morning.

"I wonder what had gotten into Lynn."

Lincoln was about to head to his room when he heard something shaking wildly. Curious, he followed the sound to the laundry room. Sure enough, it was the washing machine. Lincoln walked over to the machine, and turned it off. With no one present, Lincoln cautiously opened the lid, and saw that bed sheets were in it. Lifting them up, Lincoln carefully analyzed them. They weren't just any old bed sheets; they were Lynn's. It would seem that she had hastily thrown them into the washing machine for whatever reason.

Lincoln scanned the bed sheets for anything peculiar, but he found nothing. "What are you hiding, Lynn?" said Lincoln aloud.

While inspecting them, he heard someone approaching the laundry room. He yelps, and scrambled for a place to hide. Without warning, he suddenly heard someone emit a short gasp, and a stream of swearing. Lincoln could recognize that frantic voice from anywhere. It was Lynn. In a panic, she desperately stuffed her bed sheets into the washing machine. She then turned the machine back on before sighing. She then left the room in a huff. With her being out of the way, Lincoln crept out of his hiding place.

"That was a close one..."

Fearing that Lynn could return to the room at any minute, Lincoln dashed out of the room. The fear of being found out by his older sister overtook his mind, thus making him unaware of his surroundings. As such, he unwittingly collides into someone in the hall.

"Ow.."

Lincoln easily detected who this mystery person was from their monotonous tone of voice.

"Oh, sorry, Lucy" expressed Lincoln embarrassingly.

The young Goth girl picked herself off the ground. "That's fine," stated Lucy in her dry tone "what were you running for anyway?"

Lincoln made sure that no one else was listening before continuing. "Well, I noticed that Lynn was acting weird earlier, so I did some investigating."

Lucy nodded her head understandably. "Now that you mention it, Lynn seems...angrier than usual."

"She did something to you?" Lincoln asked.

"Sigh...I read some poems to her, and to say that she became enraged was an understatement."

Lincoln was stunned. "What, were they about her?"

Lucy sighed again. "No. Just about the usual. Blood, gut, the sweet release of death..." she explained.

Lincoln scratched his head. "And she got mad?"

"And tore the pages out of my book" Lucy added.

Lincoln's mouth was agape. Whatever was eating at Lynn was driving her to the brink of a mental breakdown it would appear. "Oh man..."

Lucy looked down at her feet. Lucy wasn't typically the type of person who could get easily intimidated, but here, she was shaking. Lucy looked up at her brother again, with watery eyes. "I'm scared of her" says Lucy, her voice breaking.

Being her older brother, Lincoln wraps his arms around Lucy's waist, and pulls her in for an embrace. Lucy reciprocated it.

"There, there, Luce. I'm sure everything will be fine."

In the living room, Lola and Lana were both watching television as Lynn entered the room, sitting in between them.

Lynn noticed that Lola was holding the remote. "Mind giving me the remote, Lola?" Lynn asked.

Lola shook her head. "Can't. Our favorite show is on."

Lynn was beginning to become frustrated again. She attempted to lean forward so that she could swipe the remote from Lola's hand. "I'm sure that it's taped."

Lana loudly stated her disapproval. "But it's a new episode!" she insisted.

Lynn - no longer desiring to play around - grabs Lana by the overalls, and pulls her up to her face.

"I don't # %&ing care if it's your favorite show. What I do know is that you will listen to me, or so help me, I will pound your face in so bad, that mom and dad won't even recognize you!"

With that, she violently threw Lana to the ground, thus making the 6 year old cry bitterly. Lola was visibly frightened.

Lynn smiled at her. While it was supposed to appear reassuring, it instead that of a psychopath who had recently escaped imprisonment.

"Now be a good girl, and give me the remote."

Fearing for her life, Lola begrudgingly obeys her. Satisfied, Lynn quietly watched the television unaware that Lola and Lana sprinted out of the room.

Lincoln caught both of the girls simultaneously. "Woah, guys, what's up?"

Lola stopped momentarily to catch her breath. "Lynn tossed Lana to the ground!"

Lincoln's eyes widened in shock. "What?!"

Lana sobbed into her shirt. She had always looked up to Lynn as being the tough girl that she aspired to be, and yet she had the audacity to treat her like trash. "I hate Lynn!" she yelled before more tears flowed from her eye ducts.

At that point, Lincoln had had enough. First she threatened to pulverize him for simply saying "good morning." Then she had the nerve to destroy Lucy's poem book. And now, she's bullying the twins. This had gone as far as it should logically go. Something must be done.

"That's it. I'm going to put a stop to this," declared Lincoln. Lincoln was going to solve this dilemma, but how? After thinking heavily on it, he came up with an idea. "Lana, I know that you go through our garbage. Did you find anything particularly strange about Lynn and Lucy's trash?

Lana thought back on a particular day. Sure enough, she saw Lynn trying to quietly dispose of some odd materials.

"Yes, I have."

(She ran to her room. Loud bangs erupted from her room until she eventually came back. In her hands were bloody, white substances.

"I found these in her trash" Lana explained.

Lincoln looked at them in wonder. "What are those?"

Lana shrugs. "I thought that they were peppermint sticks, but then I saw those red stripes were blood."

Lola clasped her hand over her mouth. Her cheeks swell up in disgust. "I'm gonna be sick..." she moans.

"These must be what's causing Lynn displeasure" Lincoln concluded.

He swiftly grabbed them, and ran into the living room. Lynn was in the middle of watching a sports game, and casually eating chocolate.

"What do you want?" asked Lynn in annoyance.

Seeing that she was clearly trying to ignore him, Lincoln turns the television off, further angering Lynn.

"Why'd you do that for?!" roared Lynn "I oughta..."

Lincoln spoke up. "Lynn, you're my sister, and I love you, but you're going too far!"

Lynn groaned. "I don't need this..."

She was about to leave the room when she notices what Lincoln had in his hands.

"Where did you get those?!"

Lincoln was unafraid. "Are these what's making you feel pain?" he asked worriedly.

At that point, Lynn was practically red from anger. How dare her brat of a younger brother snoop into her private business? Without hesitation, Lynn snapped her knuckles. She then slowly got up from her seat. Apparently, Lincoln didn't catch the warning signs as he didn't take the initiative to run up to his room, and barricade the door.

"Please, Lynn, just tell me what's..."

A sharp pain suddenly erupted from his lower abdomen. Looking down, he saw that Lynn had kicked him squarely between the legs.

"Stupid nosy brother!" she screamed. Lucy and the twins could hear her in the other room. It frightened them greatly.

The pain that Lincoln felt manifested itself. He was only trying to help his sister the only way he knew how, and she repays him by kicking him in the coconuts. This was betrayal at its finest. Tears streaked down Lincoln's face as Lynn yelled into his face.

"If you ever get into my business again, I'll break your neck." She makes a motion with her hands to further emphasize her point. In a huff, Lynn walked out of the living room leaving the despondent white-haired boy to wallow in his sorrow.

Hey, AustinDR here. Don't worry, I'll resume with "Shattered Innocence" soon. I just thought that I should take a break for the time being. It is a rather difficult story to visualize, but I won't abandon it. Anyway, hope you liked the first chapter of this funny/lighter story.

As for Lincoln being clueless about...that. Admittedly, I envisioned Lincoln having minimal knowledge on the subject. He would notice his older sisters acting weird, but there is the fact that no one would be vocal on it. Besides, if Lincoln were to get his nose into their business, he'd probably receive worse than a kick in the coconuts, especially if Lori was concerned. That, and I was in the fifth grade at some point, and we hardly ever discussed about the process that a girl goes through when blossoming into a young woman. This kind of explains the willing suspension of disbelief that you may have about Lincoln not knowing, or maybe not. I felt that I should at the very least point that out.