This isn't my first story, my profile says that, however this is the first time I had an editor/beta-reader. This is the first of of many changes I have been putting aside for so long, and to show that I'm writing something fun for myself. I am a fan of the Loud House show, as well as my co-worker, so much to the point we joked around with self-insert OCs so much to the point we actually put so much thought into on how they would interact as well as not mess with the plot so much.

If you don't like these kinds of stories then by all means do not read it, or at the very least give this re-write of the pilot episode a chance and see if you like the two new characters we had placed in. If you don't like it then by all means you're fine how you are and can move onto another story. If you do like it please don't hesitate to show it, that way we'll know people are actually enjoying it.

So without further ado please enjoy the pilot of this Loud House story. The Loud House is owned by Nickelodeon and was created by Chris Savino, a wonderful man. The only thing I own are the two OCs and nothing more. Please support the official release.

"Ever wonder what it's like to grown up in a big family?" Lincoln, the almost middle child of a large family, leaned comfortably onto the door frame, having glanced at a family photo on his door just seconds ago. "Well, don't let the picture fool you! It's not all sugar and spice with ten sisters and two adopted brothers. Don't believe me?"

With a stretch over to said door the white haired boy had revealed chaos at work. Outside his room, there was nothing but said chaos going on caused by his siblings; such as a baby playing with pots and pans, one sister reading a poem, one dressed up like a mummy in some white cloth substance chasing another sister wearing a pretty dress who is screaming in terror, one playing football in the house, one angrily chasing another grinning sister through the halls, and one playing on a guitar with a boy lazily hitting drumsticks against a practice pad..

"Welcome to...the Loud House."

Lincoln then closed his door, the ruckus dying down significantly. "Surviving in a big family can be challenging. Even the little things. Like getting a turn in the bathroom. Which is why I give you...'Lincoln Loud's Three P's to go Poo and Pee'. You're gonna need Patience, Perseverance, and most importantly, Problem Solving. With these three steps, you'll get into the bathroom every time. "Which is important. Especially if you wait until the very last second to go!" His voice had become strained, the effects of a filled bladder taking a hold of him for a moment before quickly taking control and stuffing a comic book in his back pocket. "Into the breach!"

With a quick step out Lincoln peered over to his two older siblings, Luna and Vincent. Luna is the embodiment of the music rock genera –if her ripped sleeved band-tee, checkered skirt, and knee high boots wasn't enough to judge off of then her guitar and two amps beside her would. Vincent was one of the two step brothers the Loud family had adopted years ago, back when the family consisted of just four girls. He too was a musician, a drummer to be precise. The short haired ginger seemed to be the embodiment of the metal genera, what with his lose jacket, red t-shirt, and combat boots.

"Luna, Vince? A little traveling music?"

The rocker sister had answered him with a relaxed smile. "You got it, bro."

The adopted brother beside her had then traded his practice pad for the abandoned pots and pans left by the baby of the family. With a quick tap of his drum sticks Vince's normal sixteen year old voice turned to a much deeper tone, similar to a metallic band. "ONE, TWO, THREE!" The two quickly matched tones, the two genera's mashing together nicely to their younger brother's request.

Lincoln quickly jogged down the hall, determination and a full bladder driving him to the bathroom. His first obstacle came up, his younger Goth sister Lucy. Not much can be said physically about the dark girl, other than her pale skin, mope of ink hair, and stripped knee socks and solid black dress.

"Hey, Lincoln, you wanna hear my poem?"

Lincoln quickly turned, keeping his pace as he jogged in place, responding to his monotone sister. "I do, but I have a pressing engagement."

With that he quickly continued his jog, turning around to find his comedic sister, Luan. The older sister held her brunette hair in a ponytail in a yellow crunchy that seemed to go well with her white top and checkered yellow skirt.

"Lincoln! Smell my new flower!" There was little to no lisp from the girl's braces as she spoke, to other people's surprise. Water then squirted from the flower she wore on her top, but had missed its target completely by a swift dodge.

"Ha! Did you really think I'd fall for-"

Lincoln's confidence quickly left him when water suddenly squirted from a flower on her shoe and right into Lincoln's mouth. "It's not easy being this good."

As the older girl walked off another sister was about to crash into Lincoln, if not for his second quick dodge. "Clear the track!" Lynn, the most athletic person in the house, zoomed passed her brother, her brunette hair sticking out from her football helmet and hockey stick slamming a tennis ball near Lincoln further down the hall and went after it atop her motor bike. "Comin' through!" With swift crash into the wall her helmet and hockey stick she had in hand jumped towards Lincoln, missing him completely. "SCORE!"

Lincoln then tried to continue his run but was stopped by one of the twins, Lola to be precise. The blonde beauty pageant girl strolled up to her older brother, holding out on of her adopted brother's professional cameras. "Hold it, Lincoln. Play 'Fashion Photographer' with me!"

Lincoln quickly tried to escape his sister's attention, his bladder calling the shots. "I would Lola, but I really have to-"

The little girl's nice attitude quickly turned, no longer sweet and innocent, but now demanding and controlling. "YOU PLAY, OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU WERE READING COMICS ON THE ROOF IN YOUR UNDERWEAR AGAIN!"

Lincoln knew he was cornered, he would have to use Three P's into practice; perseverance. He took a hold of the professional camera and started snapping shots of her little sister posing. "Work the camera! Uh-huh! That's it! Show me what you got! Who's a beauty queen!?"

Lincoln's saving grace ran towards him, cutting the photo shoot short. Lana, the rambunctious tom boy opposite of her twin Lola, had a wad of mud in her hands.

"Lincoln!"

"Hey! I'm working here!"

Lana ignored her twin as she held out the mud pie in her hand to Lincoln, pride dripping from her voice. "Check out my mud pie! It's nice and squishy!" She then squishes it, the noise sending Lincoln a surge of urgency as she smears it all over Lola's face and runs past them.

"GATTO GO!" He called out to the two as started to run down the hall, running past the line of pets consisting of a white and black spotted dog, black cat, yellow canary, a brown hamster in a plastic ball, and oddly enough a turtle on a skate board with a desert horned lizard dressed in a homemade dragon costume.

Out of nowhere Lucy had reappeared by one of the door frames, speaking in a louder monotone voice. "Now?"

"Still pressing!" Lincoln called back as he leaped over his little sister, the smartest in the Loud home, Lisa, who was writing a mathematical formula on the wall. "Don't forget to carry the 1!" She stared at him for a moment, questioning his actions before quickly going back to her formula.

"Watch out, big load!" Lincoln's other adopted brother, Nestor, stood at the last step of the stairs, a large stack of scripts, comedy props, and sheet music taking up his whole torso. Nestor was the opposite of his brother, having long and unkempt dark brown hair, a long sleeved orange t-shirt under a vest hoodie, and a lose black tie.

The fifteen year old was taken by surprise as Lincoln ducked under the stack he held in his hands, causing him to lose his balance and fall down the stairs with a mess of paper and plastic props scattering. "I'm okay!" He called from the first floor with a soft groan, going unnoticed.

Meanwhile the second oldest, Leni, struggled to get the vacuum working. She was not helping the blonde community at the moment, looking down the nozzle. "Does anyone know how to turn on this sucky thingy?" To her luck she had successfully turned it on, but had accidently vacuumed up Lincoln's shirt and pants, leaving him in just his underwear. "Got it!"

This didn't stop Lincoln, for he was almost to the bathroom. The white room was just within his grasp, but was lost as his oldest sister, Lori, had cut him off. The blonde girl glared down to her youngest brother, the glare having no trace of mercy whatsoever.

"Beat it, twerp."

Lincoln hopped in place, struggling to keep his bladder under control. "Come on, Lori! No fair! I was here first!"

"Well, I was born first!" With a strong swing of the door Lori had doomed her younger brother, leaving him to stand near the door as Lucy walked up to him, a single sheet of paper in hand. "It looks like you have time now." She took this a perfect opportunity to read her poem, despite her brother's growing discomfort. "My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love."

While she recites her poem, every word from it causes Lincoln to feel even more pressure and needing to go even worse than before; suddenly, the baby of the family, Lily, walked by with a full diaper and the smell nauseates Lincoln.

"Ugh! COULD CLEAR A ROOM!" His own words struck him hard, sparking an idea. "Could clear a room! Time to put the third P: Problem Solving into action."

Inside the bathroom Lori had just started applying makeup, which is until she hears Lincoln opening the door. The irked teen quickly turned around, having lost her patience. "I said I was-" She suddenly sees something horrifying and gasps. No one in the house was prepared for Lincoln's move. "What are you doing with that?"

The door then closes and whatever is occurring cannot be seen, but it only causes Lori to panic. Terror could be heard past the door, causing all siblings in the vicinity to stare at the door. "Lincoln, I'm warning you! Keep that thing away from me! Lincoln! LINCOLN!" The door the bursts open and out runs a screaming Lori. "AAAAHHHH!"

Lincoln then comes out of the abandoned bathroom, wearing the vacuum's nozzle as a gas mask and Lynn's football helmet for protection. His other sisters and brothers look on in bewilderment. Lincoln held Lily's dirty diaper high up by Lynn's hockey stick, revealing his bathroom solution.

The siblings then burst out in cheers, all ecstatic. "Yay!"

Lily was left scurrying across the hall, now naked. This didn't bother the siblings as they went back to their previous activities, leaving Lincoln to toss his literal baby sister's soiled padding into the trash.

"Like I said, surviving in a big family can be challenge. But it's not impossible. Now, if you'll excuse me...PRESSING ENGAGEMENT!" The door then slammed shut behind him, his voice muffled by the wooden door. "OH, YEAH! OH, SWEET RELIEF! WOO-HOO-HOO-HOO! He then suddenly noticed something quite horrifying. "Hey! We're out of toilet paper! Guys! There's no toilet paper! Someone! Can someone bring me a new roll?!"

Unfortunately for him, his siblings were causing too much of a ruckus in the hall to hear his pleas.

"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! ANYONE! PLEASE! HELP!"