So, I need to explain myself, that much is certain. However, to fully explain myself, I'll need to spoil some stuff, so be wary of that:

A long time ago, I wrote a story called "Runaway Clown: A Dramedy" (Overblown, much? XD) which was not only a story that dealt with Luan's behavior in April Fools Day, but also was about her being adopted.

It was decently well received, and I wound up enjoying the idea for writing stories about other Louds being adopted besides Lincoln and Lucy, to the point I promised the next adoptedshot would be about Luna.

In case you haven't noticed, that hasn't happened... yet.

So, I wrote "Lily Visitation", a oneshot about Lily being the adopted one. Mostly as a test run for future adopted stories.

Then I wrote "Atychiphobia", a fic dealing with Lynn probably having a fear of failure, and what a surprise, she's adopted.

However, I messed up something that made the story... kind of a hassle to deal with, so I cancelled it.

A while later, I asked people whether they wanted me to give the story another shot or not. Most, if not all, said yes, and so this story was born.

Fun fact: Kakorraphobia, atychiphobia, and kakorraphiophobia are all names for the phobia of failure.

I have nothing else to add, so let's head on with the story, shall we?

Lynn Loud was best known as the "born-winner" of the Loud House: Think of any challenge, and before anybody knew it, she went through it, and passed it with flying colors. Coupled with her aggressive attitude, Lynn had little competition to deal with, so the energetic jock had an easy time keeping her reputation intact.

Assuming she wasn't dealing with a certain pigtailed roller derby fan, like today.

Currently, Lynn was sitting on a bench, remaining silent as her friend, Polly Pain, wrapped a bandage around her head. Polly seemed rather concerned as well.

"Another day, another tactic to skip boxing class, huh?" Polly inquired, causing Lynn to look at the ground in regret. "Why did you sign up for that class if you were never gonna participate in any matches."

"I didn't think it would be as hard as it is," Lynn frowned. "Besides, not only can I fail miserably, but I can't do so without getting a nasty injury or black eye."

"But you could also get those in every other sport you do!" Polly bluntly pointed out. "Lynn, you can't keep skipping matches you may not win forever."

Polly put a hand on the concerned jocks' shoulder. "You'll have to face such a match eventually."

The jock flinched, then glanced at the hand before she turned to Polly and stated, with a little smile:

"Someday, but not today."

Lynn gently took Polly's hand off her shoulder, then got off the bench and marched off to meet with her boxing instructor, with Polly looking at Lynn for a moment before she sighed and followed her.

A little while later...

Polly leaned against a wall right next to the entrance to the boxing club, where she could faintly hear Lynn talking with the boxing coach.

"So, Polly and I were practicing, and I told her not to hold back against me," Lynn told the coach. "So we fought, I got careless, and I didn't dodge a punch from her in time, hence the bandage around my head."

"Hmm... Your story sounds suspect, but I'm too busy right now to look deeper into it," the coach stated. "Alright, Loud, you'll no longer fight Margo in the exhibition match. I'll find you a replacement."

And what Lynn said next struck a nerve with Polly:

"Thanks. Let's hope my family doesn't mind."

Polly could only grit her teeth and fold her arms. It wasn't the first time the jock had done something like this, she should know by now that they wouldn't mind, as long as the truth didn't come out.

Now, if the truth did come out? Lynn would be in trouble, that's for sure.

"Hey."

Polly's train of thought briefly lost track as she turned around and spotted Lynn standing next to her.

And no, just because she was helping Lynn didn't mean she had to act like she was happy to see her. "You're back, huh? How did it go?"

"The coach understood, but he said he would call my family," Lynn twiddled her fingers. "And... I need to ask you another favor."

Polly narrowed her eyes. "What is it?"

Sometime later, at Margo's House...

Polly once again leaned against a wall as she watched Margo doing some exercises: push-ups, stretching, nothing out of the ordinary, really.

And then Margo stopped exercising and asked, "Lynn wants me to do what?"

"She needs you to punch her in the face hard enough to leave a mark," Polly explained. "She told the boxing coach that she got hurt while training with me, but since I would never lay a finger on her, she needs your help-"

"And why should I?" Margo got up and folded her arms. "As far as I'm aware, if Lynn's cowardly façade falls apart, she's the one who'll pay for it, not us."

"I know that, but you know that I can't help but support Lynn, even when she's doing questionable stuff," Polly sighed. "Look, she honestly needs your help, so if you want something in return, tell me your prize and I'll get it."

Margo walked towards Polly, and sternly stated:

"All I want, is a promise: That next time Lynn pulls another cowardly tactic like this, that you won't support her, and that she'll have to do it alone."

Polly, without flinching, shook her head. "I'm sorry, Margo, but-"

"At least think about it, okay?!" Margo snapped, stomping the ground. "Lynn asks way too much out of you, and you just let her do it without consequence!"

Polly looked elsewhere as Margo finished, "Listen, I understand you want to support Lynn, but you have to realize that the best way to do it, is by making her realize she's making a great mistake."

"...Fine, I'll think about it," Polly extended her hand towards Margo. "Just please, make sure you hit her in the head."

The girls shook hands, and then Margo pointed at the door. "Now please leave, I need to continue exercising."

Polly nodded, and left the room, taking a quick glance back at Margo before she closed the door, prompting Polly to leave the house soon afterwards.

Later, at the park...

Margo sternly walked through the park in search for Lynn, who she found leisurely sitting on a bench, looking far too happy for what was about to happen.

"Lynn."

The jock turned to Margo, then cheerfully strolled her way to Margo, who officially felt creeped out at that point.

"Sorry that our boxing match had to be cancelled, but you know how Polly is: she doesn't know her own strength!" Lynn remarked. "You're not angry about it, are you?"

"I'm more angry with you than I am for the match being cancelled!" Margo snapped. "I mean, we're around the same in terms of strength, and yet you'd rather throw the towel than face me head-on?!"

Lynn looked elsewhere with a sly smile. "I don't know what you're talking about: Polly hit me real hard, the coach figured it wasn't wise to let me fight you, end of story."

"I pity you."

Lynn turned to Margo, who folded her arms and gave the jock a stern look as she continued:

"Or at least, I would, if my disappointment wasn't that apparent. You have a reputation, and you used to deserve it, but now, you're just a sad coward living behind the shadow of your former self."

Lynn narrowed her eyes. "S-Shut up and hit me already, would you?"

"Fine, but let me tell you the truth, Lynn," Margo put her hands on her hips. "All you're getting is a little more time before your "plan" falls apart -"

Suddenly, Lynn snapped:

"Hit me already, you cockney dump!"

Margo, enraged at the remark, punched Lynn so hard, the jock quickly fell unconscious...