Hey! If you've been with me for a long while, then you've seen my "The Full Moon" twoshot I did for The Loud House. I was remembering how people really liked it, and I thought "Hey, I'm much better at writing now, and I've got a few ideas for it.". So, I set to work. Please enjoy the presentation!
At 5:30 on Sunday night, the Loud parents were taking some time for themselves on a date. They left Lori in charge as always, though everyone wasn't dreading that as much. After the mutiny of her siblings and having to pull them back together, she had seem to go a bit easier on her younger siblings.
As soon as the door closed, Lori pulled her phone from her pocket, dialing in a number before and putting it to her ear.
"Yes, hello? Greg's Lunar Pizza?" She spoke into the device, "Can I have a "Full Moon" pepperoni pizza, please. To go, please. Thank you.".
"Was that all about, sis?" Luna inquired as soon as her older sister put the phone down.
"A new pizza shop opened literally yesterday." She responded.
"Why did you order a "Full Moon" pizza?" Lynn asked.
"I think it's the theming or something. I literally don't care." The blonde shrugged.
She then turned on the T.V., and to the Loud kids' delight, Dessert Storm was on, and best of all, it was a brand new episode! Immediately there was a scrabble for goods seats, until everyone finally settled down.
Then, after fifteen minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it." Lincoln declared, standing up and walking over to the door.
When he opened it, a young lady with braids was on the other side holding the box. She said "That'll be six dollars and thirty cents, sir.".
Surprised as how cheap it was, Lincoln managed to fish out his allowance he had earned that day from his pocket. She thanked him and handed him the heated box, and he shut the door with his foot.
The white haired child glanced over at his sisters, but saw them sucked into the show. While Lincoln did want to eat, he also didn't want to pull them away, so he simply chose to walk into the kitchen with the pizza.
As soon as he set it down on the table, the smell wafted up to him, it savory scent seemingly caressing his nose with the succulent scent.
As he ravenously stared at it, he thought, 'Aw, just a slice!'.
And so he open up the box, reaching out to what he thought would be a single slice.
But, one turned into two, two to three, and so on and so forth until he had devoured every single piece.
Once he realized this, the middle child clamped his hand around his mouth, eyes wide with shock. He had no idea what had possessed him to eat all of the savory, cheesy slices, but he knew he had to get out of dodge while he still could.
Lincoln wasn't anybody's fool. He knew very well that his sisters would be very angry with him for eating all the pizza, but he could at least get out of it for now if he pretended to be asleep, right?
So, he carefully tip toed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, thankful that his sister were still enjoying their show too much to notice him.
Once he reached the top of the stairs, an aching in his bones seemed to suddenly develop.
'I guess I'm more tired than I thought...' he thought to himself, before tip toeing to his room. With a house as old and damaged as his, you never know where a new squeaky floorboard could appear.
He made it all the way to his room and locked the door, before an itching sensation like wild fire spread across his torso. Annoyed, he furiously itched his chest and stomach, but it wasn't going away. In fact, the itch was now spreading to his arms and legs, causing the white haired boy's ire to flare up.
Though out of the corner of his eyes, he could see something white on his arm. Curious, he looked over, and was horrified to find that white hair was growing all over his arms, causing the itch.
It almost looked like fur.
But before he could stop to think about it, there was a pulling sensation of his finger tips, before he felt horrid pain. He looked at his hands, and was absolutely frightened out of his wits to see claws emerge from them, long and bloodied.
But just when he thought it couldn't get worse, his chest barreled outwards, causing Lincoln to scream. The ribs creaked, before snapping altogether, making the white haired child let out another series of pained cries. He felt his organs twist and turn as he body became larger, finding new homes and/or becoming larger.
Almost immediately afterwards, it felt at if his stomach was full of live maggots, which in turn caused a a sickening throb, making him want to throw up.
A gush of leftover pizza and bile rose up in his throat. Lincoln raced over to his trash can, grunting in pain when loud pops echoed from his feet.
He puked almost as soon as he bent over, the hot vomit spilling like a waterfall into the waste bin.
When it was over, he then noticed that his teeth had fallen out as the puke exited, the pearly whites gleaming in the faint moonlight. Almost immediately after, long, dagger-like teeth took their place. This caused him to go into panic and hyperventilate.
'What's happening to me?!'
As he was in hysteria, he noticed his ear being pulled upwards by an invisible force, shaping them to be more triangular.
As his senses became so much sharper, footsteps came up the stairways, loud and stomping, or at least it's what they seemed like with his heightened hearing.
"Lincoln!" he heard Lori yell from outside, "Did you literally eat all the pizza!?".
He shuddered at the thought of them seeing him now. He knew they'd call him a freak. Perhaps they'd run away...
A pulling sensation on his tailbone made it extend outwards, before it hit the materiel of his jeans. He cried in agony as it pulled up, seemingly uncaring of how the pain pulsated, growing unbearable.
"Oh god, make it stop!" He screamed, talons digging into the carpet.
"Lincoln? What's wrong?" he heard Lori call from the other side of the doorway.
He didn't take time to answer, grunting as the lump pushed up more and more. In desperate attempt to stop said agony, Lincoln started to claw at the seam of his pants, relief briefly washing over him when they tore easily.
The naked protrusion burst out of his pants, growing three feet long as it too was covered in thick white hairs.
He sadly didn't have time to rejoice that it was over, for a pressure quickly gripped his skull. It soon extended outwards, turning his nose dark and spongy. Though not having the energy to scream, he simply grit his teeth and groaned.
Once it was over and almost on instinct, his mouth parted open to pant, his tongue dropping past his chin.
He heard his sister say things, likely asking if he was okay, though he could barely respond. Instead, he was wrapped up in his own thoughts.
Why was this happening? What exactly was happening? How was this possible? All these questions circled around, but none of them had answers.
But then, as his night vision adjusted, bright light seemed to shine down from his window, making him squint. He looked up, seeing the moon full and oh-so bright.
His eyes widened.
"I-I... I'm a werewolf..." He concluded, eyes wide. He shuddered violently.
'No... no... This can't be happening. I... can't be a werewolf! I can't be!'
But the transformation was undeniable. He wouldn't just make up that in his head, right? No, that felt too real.
His blood then chilled as he thought of all the werewolves he had ever seen in popular media. He soon realized with great fright he was fated to become a blood thirsty monster.
'They... they wouldn't make it all up if it weren't true...'
The sound of his lock being picked snapped him back into reality, as he realized his sisters would be in grave danger.
"Go away!" he snapped, cursing under his breath when it didn't seem to deter them.
He looked around, trying to find a way out of the inevitable mauling of his family, until he finally gazed at the window. An idea popped into his head: Perhaps he could tear out the window and jump through?
It was worth a shot. He hauled himself to his feet, though was stopped when he saw the door open all the way, revealing the girls on the other side.
He was frozen in place, eyes wide and scared. He could make out every detail of his sisters' shocked expression in the moonlight.
And they had every right in the world to be shocked, even a little scared. After all, a large white wolf- one that would tower over their parents,- was in their brother's torn and ragged clothing, making it obvious who he was.
The short silence only lasted ten seconds, for Lincoln leaped through his window, landing in the yard with a loud thump.
Racing to the window, the sisters saw their brother bolt across the street, nearly getting hit a by a car, and dash into the night.
"Lincoln!" They screamed, before running out of his room, hellbent on making sure he didn't hurt himself.
...
'Gotta... keep... running!'.
Lincoln's legs screamed otherwise. He had been running away for so long, his legs ached, and his paws were raw and sore.
Realizing he would give out soon, he tried to look for a place to hide from people, in case their meat tempted him to attack.
He soon stumbled upon a large bush, to which he gratefully collapsed in. Though one thing he hated was how closed the road was, it's stinking pavement assaulting his nostrils and the roar of cars battering his ears.
As he silently watched the car pass by, his temper flared up slightly as he thought how lucky they were to be human on a full moon night. What did he do to deserve this?! Now he would forever be called a freak, a monster. Now-
Footsteps sounded from behind him, the calls of girls coming closer and closer.
With horror, Lincoln realized that his sisters had come looking for him. And for what? To get mauled!
Sitting as still as he could, he listened for the footsteps, hoping they'd go away. Sadly, his prayers were seemingly unanswered, and before long, Lana's head poked through his bush, scaring the daylights out of the white werewolf.
"Hey Linc!" Lana grinned, before drawing her head back and hollering "I found him!".
His other sister quickly dashed over to the bush, their voices a myriad of sound.
"Brah, we were worried sick!".
"Never make us do that again, Lincy!".
"What happened?!".
"I guess this explains why you wolfed down that pizza!".
"I never supposed that I transformation like this would be remotely possible. I suppose I was proven wrong.".
Lincoln tried to get a word in, but was met with his sisters continuously talking over the wolf-boy, sparking his frustration.
Finally, he screeched "It was for your own good! I couldn't kill you! I wounldn't be able to live with myself if I did that!".
His sisters looked at each other with confused looks.
"Um... what?" Lori asked.