A/N Well guys, I got this idea a few days ago and started writing… Personally I believe that this is the absolute darkest idea I've ever written for. Please tell me, what you guys think of this! R&R.
Meet the Louds!
Welcome one and all to a house you may not know well; the home of the thirteen that have fell.
They live in the woods of town known as Royal. And it is here where we shall watch them live out their mortal coil. It has been so long since I have seen ten. With that in mind, I doubt they will get far then. For in this house these children must struggle, after all they all have their own troubles!
So let us start from oldest to youngest and maybe then we will see which of you is the toughest. After all, a tragedy brings tears to those filled with primal fears.
Who am I you ask? I would rather not say, but let me put some fears away. I am a being unknown to your realm, my name is Ethioth and I'm at the helm. As the guardian of fate it is my job to carry this weight!
And with that I shall begin, counting down from three, as we find the latest members of the old Loud House Tree…
We start with the oldest of the bunch. And what, you may ask, could have happened to get her in such a crunch?
Her name is Lori Loud and what else can I say, she has a bright future in her way! Or should would. Of course, I need not be down, but her life has led to nothing but frowns.
Her first love dumped her after first sight, while her second could not help but have a bark worse than his bite. Her third love was the one she had adored; yet even poor bobby couldn't help, but make her sore.
Yes it is true for the young Lori; she has a child of her own, as well as a "small" loan.
Yet, she does what she must to make her ends meet. By day she is a worker that cannot be beat and by night she hunts for her pay. What a way to work, day by day. Maybe one morning she shall finally be free, but for now she will have to work her magic for a fee!
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"Well here's you fee my dear." The small man responds, before handing the teenage girl a briefcase filled with paper bills, about one thousand dollar's worth. She nods, "Thank you." And in response, he turns around and begins to walk away… only for Lori to hit him in the back of the head with said briefcase, knocking him unconscious.
Later she walks into an office carrying the small man. "I'm here to collect the bounty on this guy's head." She then drops the man on a nearby bench, while the officer checks his records. "Well you're in luck miss, that guy's got a decent one on his head."
He then writes her a check for two thousand dollars. And hands it over with, "Have a nice day and thank you for your work. It's not every day I see someone like you."
All she does in reply is nod and walk away. A few hours later she returns to her run-down apartment home, she pays the babysitter she had hired to watch her child and sends her on her way, before walking inside a greeting the child that changed who she is.
"Hey Lynx, how were you today?" she greets and her young baby cheers, "Mama's got some money for food… maybe soon we'll be able to finally move out of this dump."
And with that, she feeds her child what little she can provide, and tucks her in for the night.
The young woman sighs at the mere thought of having to hide her lies. Far from home she has to live, but at least she still has plenty of love to give. In fact, she still speaks with the one who is closest, and keeps hope that he will stay focused. Do not know whom I speak of? His color is orange! Given from above!
Rather heartwarming was that not? Oh well, the next one should not make you cry like a bot.
The second verse is nothing like the first! Leni Loud is quite cute, if only she were not so mute. Her partner has cash and that is the truth, maybe that is why she has not called over the suits. Brad is his name, and he lives up to the hype, heck he has even hit her with a pipe!
Of course while she is a good girl, fate's hands are swift. Though, if you ever need help, she'll be sure to give you a lift. Her heart is golden and her mind is clean, but her skin is bruised and covered with seams.
But do not fret, she believes she is strong of heart; after all she takes the brunt of the art. If not her, then who would it be? She does it not for her, but for thee. How long will she last? That is hard to tell, but I will give her a good one, a two and a decent third bell!
There is more to this girl than appearances would say; she has a secret that she holds at bay. The rage she feels could destroy their home, so for now she holds herself back like a gnome.
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"Hey Brad!" Leni shouts as she pulls a well-done pie out of her oven, "I made you a pie! It's Burpleberry your favorite!"
"Thanks Leni." The young man responds, before coming down and taking the dessert without hesitation. And so together they eat, almost as if there is nothing that could possibly be wrong. Yet fate is fickle entity.
Later that same young man would assault Leni for talking to another man. It is such a shame really, the girl who loves clothes, having to hide herself behind mound's worth, lest other men note.
Leni sees some girls take note of her boyfriend and overhears their plan to woo him. Despite her own fears and pains she still decides to pull him in closely and declare, "This guy's taken!"
Many of them leave disgruntled by failure. Yet the young Leni Loud knows of the bullet they dodged.
And with that she continues on hoping, "I can change Brad for the better, just you see!" while he continues to mistreat her, a shameful travesty that is just waiting for a fever.
So while she takes his blows, she thinks, "If I don't help him then no one will, so what happens to me won't matter so long as no one else has to take this burden." And so she rests after the night. Hopefully she could do what must be done.
"For my family." She thinks, uncertain of heart. "I know he'll provide, so I'll stay as punching bag for a while."
After the last two hurts, you'd suspect a worse third, but Luna Loud is nothing to describe with words.
And if you want to try, and hear some sound, then this is the Loud who has them abound. I just suggest keeping your distance, because Luna Loud's ears are quite off key and her mind has little consistence.
If you are wondering how this makes sense, well, let's just say, the truth will make you tense. And while she sings, she might need a couple tissues; cause abuse, distrust and more are the least of her issues.
But fear not she does have a guide, though now that I've put some thought… that is such an obvious lie! Mick Swagger was a brilliant old chap! Though he did end up getting capped. Following a ghost isn't a bad notion, so long as you do not stir any commotion!
Though our dear Luna has a bad reputation with mobs, especially with those following people named bob! When religion is in play, there are things in her way!
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"Oh Mick Swagger, without you I don't know what I'd do!" She declares while strumming away at her guitar, "You've inspired me for so long, I could never know how to repay you!"
Of course though, she hears a response, "Don't worry love, I'll be there for you always! So what if the town's disowned you for being the loudest of the bunch?! With me you'll get far!" She then feels him pat her back affectionately, "Now go out there and make some noise!"
"You've got it!" She declares before strumming away at her guitar, causing the nearby patrons to start running away in surprise. "I'm Luna Loud and I'm-" But before should could finish her sentence, the cops show up and grab her.
"Oh shut it! This is the fifth time! No Loud music in the Royal Woods Mall!"
She struggles to break free of the two officers and cries, "Mick Swagger help me!" But alas, no one was there, even the cops look at her as if she were insane, though she very well might be.
"There's no one there, you crazy girl!" the officers shout, while dragging her out of the mall. A few seconds later, they throw her out before one of the cops breaks her guitar over his knee and throws it at her.
"My guitar!" She shouts before running over to her most prized possession. She tears up and Mick Swagger falls right next to her, "What the heck happened Love?!" he rubs his head as if he were knocked unconscious.
"They broke my guitar…" She sadly replies. But the old Mick Swagger just pats her on the back with, "That's no problem my dear, that nothing a little glue and some duct take can't put back together!"
So she picks up the broken halves of her guitar and starts the long journey home. Hey, at least she has a friend accompanying her! She's actually rather well off! It's almost to get me to scoff.
That brings me to the fourth and for that we must head north! That pun was horrible, but could have been worse! Luan Loud is the clown that makes this group diverse!
With her smile she fills a whole room, yet inside her heart lay her very own doom. Yes, it is quite a shame, but it is true, our dear Luan is more than askew!
She hides behind laughter and joy and galore! But behind her thick covers she hides all of her sores. Her cuts and her bruises are all self-inflicted, with the supposedly joy-filled girl more than addicted.
What? Life is not all rainbows and sunshine! After all, someone has to be there to give the final lines!
So when your life is filled with nothing but strife, look for the golden girl with the long dress! She will not give you the knife!
But be warned, this young girl's jokes hide an eerie tranquility, so if you ever have a run-in with her, you better ask siri what your best options are! Though, if you are feeling tense, I would suggest meeting up with her after her visit to the doctor, she's usually happy after she takes her meds… that or just don't make your bed.
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"Hey what do you get when you mix a raccoon and a zebra!" Luan asks, her face brimming with joy, "You get an Abra-ca-roon!" Her joy-filled exterior hides the stinging pain she feels, "you like it?!"
Her dad chuckles tiredly, almost as if forcing himself to laugh at his daughter's joke, "You know Luan, while your sisters and brothers have their own problems, at least you are around to keep things bright."
Luan smiles with excitement.
"Thanks Luan… now please leave me for now, I've got work coming up soon and I have to be ready."
Her smile turns to a frown, before she walks out of the room. She holds her head low, as if knowing that she had failed to get her father to laugh yet again. Though the weight she bears may be light, even it takes its toll.
And so, she steps into her own room and slams the door shut, before leaning up against it, curling up and crying into her injured arms.
"If I can't cheer everyone up, then no one will…" She then takes off her long-sleeved shirt, revealing the numerous self-inflicted scars she had given. No doubt to calm herself down. After all, compared to the rest, her problems were nothing! Just the anxiety and fear of being the family clown, no wonder she feels so down.
And so she sighs once more, before preparing to give herself another scar. Yet alas, even the cuts have stopped giving her feeling. A clown who has given up making jokes, no wonder she is what she fears.
"Heh, maybe one day things will be ok… but for now, it's my job to do the impossible, make my family laugh! After all, the most depressed smile the brightest…" So she smiles her brace-filled face once more, and pulls out an old razor.
The next act I need not describe, I suppose it best for you to figure it out yourself.
Now comes a shame, a tragedy at best, poor Lynn Loud has failed the test. No, she is not dim-witted or weak or a fool, oh no, she's not even that cool!
Instead this young athlete has another quirk! she still bears the marks of a run-in with a jerk.
So while she hopes to recover, it's hard not to love her! Her days are spent in her wheelchair, with her silently watching the world pass, wishing for a bottle of scotching. Though even she knows the day will never come, when she'll be able to get up and run again for a sum.
Now she studies the games she can play without legs, while her heart and her mind continue to silently beg. After all what team can you make, when you're a sports-loving girl that has not one, but two breaks!
Though don't worry, she contents herself enough by watching reruns of her glory days and plot her vengeance tough!
Maybe one day she'll walk again… nah. So until then, her friend Ronnie Anne will have to take her place! Hah! What? You think I'm not nice? I'm more than good enough to suffice!
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Tears fill the paralyzed girl's eyes, "If only I were strong enough… I wouldn't be here…" Though, she continues to watch intently as the TV goes, "The Royal Wood Roosters are down ten points! It looks like the Hazeltucky Hawkers will win again!"
"If only I could walk… if only my spine wasn't… then I could do something about that…" Then she grabs the remote and shuts off the TV, "Why do I insist on forcing myself to remember those days? Just remembering what once was won't give me back what I lost…"
*Ding* *Dong* The front door goes, and Lynn wheels herself over to answer it.
"Hey Ronnie. You here for your daily practice session?" She quietly asks, and the young girl responds, "Yeah… were you crying again?"
"What?!" Lynn goes defensively, "Of course not! I'm just sweating through my eyes!" Then she wheels herself outside… or at least she tries, but Ronnie hugs her comfortingly, "I know you're in pain Lynn… no one else is around, you can show emotion."
Immediately, the strongest of the family, seemingly the toughest of them all, breaks down in Ronnie's arms with, "Why couldn't I stop them! Why did I let them take my legs away! Why…"
"You were doing what you had to. If there's anyone to blame it's Linc and I, if we hadn't ended up where we did, then you wouldn't have needed to intervene and gotten hurt."
After a few minutes, Lynn breaks the embrace and wheels herself over to the ledge, "Lets get to work Ronnie…" Then she motions at the stairs, and sighs, "I wish dad remembered to install a ramp." Then she looks at Ronnie with, "A little help please?"
Ronnie then grabs the chair's handles and carefully rolls Lynn down the stairs in front of the house, and with that, the duo began practicing Ronnie's game.
Maybe Ronnie can one day fulfill Lynn's dream, after all, it's like she's holding on by just a few seams! If you can't do something, have a proxy. Lynn may have the mind, but has lost her Moxie.
Yet, even Lynn can't hide forever. But maybe without her legs she can be quite clever. Don't worry, she's still loved, though, it would be nice if didn't have her shoved. So while she's gone with body she can still work on her mind. Maybe there's more to her than just her bind.
Two halves make a whole, and whom do we find, why it's Lincoln Loud, with his opposite bind!
Yes, the Lincoln you know is alive, but not alone, in fact it's almost contrived!
With him and Liberty his twin mind breaks, one moment one and the next with aches!
Try getting him to make up his mind, he moves around as if he were blind!
With Lady Liberty in his mind, I'm surprised he is so kind! So give it up for Lincoln and Liberty Loud! The twin persons of the explouds!
The boy half feels worthless, always in self-loathing while his female half is kind at the surface! Yet even she can't help but be the most deserving! Don't get what I mean? Don't worry much my dear friend; I'll give you a contest bend! She's competitive and a bit of an ass, but hey, at least she's not to bad of a lass!
Why's this the case? Of course you can blame the base! Rita and Lynn were supposed to have twins, but when one body dies the soul is still kin.
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"Ugh why can't I make up my mind?!" The young Lincoln complains, while desperately trying to play a game of chess with a computer, "Why can't I do anything right?!" then, without warning, an add flashes on screen for a card game on motorcycles race.
Immediately, his eyes change colors from brown to white, before he shoves his hand in his pocket and pulls out little pink bow, "I think I should take over for this, Lincoln. I am better at these games after all!" Then she jumps out of the bed, throws her clothes on and runs out the door.
A few hours later she comes home with a third place trophy. She throws the bronze thing on her bed and declares, "Damnit, they must've cheated! No one beats me at that game!" Only for another eye change and response, "Liberty, you know that we lost because you decided to slow down towards the end right? That allowed him to get the action card and send us crashing into third place…"
Another spasm, another swap, "Whatever Lincoln, it's not like you helped at all! You're completely useless in this body! Why are you even still here?!"
No response, "Whatever Lincoln, I'll be going for now. Here, take yourself back."
And with that, his eyes regain their color and Lincoln crawls up into a fetal position, before crying into his arms. "Why did I have to be born with a second half?"
But alas, he receives no response, for the hand of fate is filled with nonchalance. But fret not, he won't do anything drastic, he's even got some friends that think he's fantastic! Now come along now, he's got a mind to keep relaxed, because Liberty's power grows when he feels taxed. Don't worry and don't wish, because these two minds can't be split!
"I guess at least people thing I'm cool because of her… but why did my body have to hold two minds… and why am I dominant?" Then he throws off his clothes again and gets to reading, at least this way he has full control.
Then comes the next of kin, Lucy Loud: the one you can't see. Surprisingly enough, her pain isn't corporal, though even that isn't enough to make what she does adorable.
It's such a shame really, her potential lost wasn't ideally; instead it was taken, depression that stemmed from recession.
Hey, chin up though; it's not all bad! She's made old Jefferson mad! More liquid for the needles to numb the pain, so she doesn't have to look at her sisters again! Instead she can hide inside the prison of her choosing, because at least that won't involve her losing.
Her parents think she's been clean, but hey, nothing beats Jerry beans! So she still gets a kick, but hey it could be worse! At least she wants to one day be a nurse!
So until the day comes and leaves her old bums, she'll stay quiet and hide the pain, that's a part of living the game!
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"You got the stuff?" Lucy asks, and a man in a dark trench coat responds, "Of course I do, I wouldn't be anywhere if I wasn't man of my word!" He then pulls out a brief case and opens it, revealing a stash that would make most question their existence.
"I've got everything you could get." Then he turns the case to her, "So, what do you want?"
Lucy doesn't hesitate and instead just pulls out the vial of white powder, "This my good man." She then inspects the goods, checking their purity.
"Good choice, that are one hundred percent pure heroin. No additives, I don't roll that way."
She nods and hands her money over with, "It was a pleasure doing business with you."
A few minutes later, she's back up in her room, numbing the pain. After all, in this Loud House, no one is spared, not even those who really care.
Yes she ties the knot and gets her fix, yet even that won't last a strix. So after the high wears down, she'll get another hit, with her secrets abound.
"Ahh that hits the spot." She whispers, her mind clouding up, "Hey Edwin, you're looking grand!" Then she starts petting the air, almost as if someone were there!
"What? You want to get married?" she whispers… while only a few feet away, her paralyzed sister just watches in remorse. Though even she knows, both of their conditions could be worse!
Should I be worried? This family is really broken, but of course no good group is perfect. I know best and this is how it should be. So for now, we'll see her in life as she talks to the dead, because hey, who needs the advice of living, when you've got the souls of the unforgiving!
With a woof and a back, Lana comes next. Unlike her sister she won't give you a hex! Instead she prefers to sleep in the basket, a change like this must've been drastic!
For the two loud parents finding her was hard, but turns out that the dog had her jarred! Since then she's been acting like this, and I could imagine what happened with her sis.
Yes, to be honest, she is the second best off. It's almost enough to get even me to scoff. A girl like a dog, she seems to be fine, but one day soon, she might be mine! Haha don't fret, we haven't even met! But five years does a lot, especially to a little tot.
At least as a dog, she has best friend in Charles! Heck together they can be two gnarls! After all, Lana's been changed, and may have been caged!
But hey, chin up chap, at least she can do stuff! And she lives with the Louds, what a huge buff!
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Rita and Lynn Loud walk into the lush park. With Lana tied down on a leash. Rita Loud then says, "Ok Lana, have fun! We'll be right here if you need us!" and with that, she releases her daughter from her leash. And with that the young girl hops up and runs up to the other dogs.
The two tired parents then plop themselves down on a nearby bench and watch her.
"She looksso happy…" Rita Loud remarks, while Lynn replies, "Yes, yes she does…"
But the man can't hold his composure for long, and starts to tear up, with his wife immediately placing a comforting hand on his back and joining him.
"Why did we have to lose her all those years ago?" he cries, "Five years in wild and when she comes back she's like this!"
"I don't know honey… but at least we can do something…"
He wipes his tears and places his own hand on her back, "yeah, the least we can do is make her happy, even if we have to treat our own daughter as a puppy… it's what's best for her.
So they just sit by and watch as their daughter chases and plays with the dogs, though they make sure she doesn't go too far with them, after all, she's still only six… though she still does try and whimpers at the fact she can't. Heck, I'm starting to get a kick!
But hey, at least she's happy, I find it amusing how the happiest Loud of all thinks she's a puppy!
And for now she lives on with the Louds, while she learns how to be a human, though it may never hadplen. Though for now she'll be drinkin' her water by lappin'!
Yet, twins come in pairs and that a fact. So how does a self-absorbed diva react to finding out her twin has gone mad? Easy, by doing something twice as bad!
Yes it is a shame, the purity of youth, sold away for nothing more than a booth. How old is she you ask? Of course she's still six. But remember, the kids in her class are rather sick…
Now she leaves at dusk and returns at dawn, desperately trying to hide her musk. After all, she has to play, in the oldest job in the day!
Yes to put it simply she has become a woman of the night. After all, someone has to help make ends meet, right? Do not worry though, she has not gone that far, she just runs the bar… though now and then she may be called for more, and she is no bore.
The oldest game in the book has a name, so long as she's got her own game! So she works for the kinky, while filling their desires dinky.
She works from a friend's home, where she gets her own dorm. Has she spent the day? Of course! But by the time she's done her clients are hoarse. She does her job well, better than most. It's such shame to know how far this Loud Sister has fell… At least she's working the best way she can, and at least she has a friend named Jan.
So her plight is shared by the many off, at least she will not get soft.
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"Thank you and come again!" The young loud says and she waves goodbye to her last customer of the night. A person you would know as Bobby. His body visibly shakes, almost as if Lola had done more than offer him her "services" for a time. What that entails is up to your mind; I am still trying to keep this story rated T after all.
"What a sucker, I was able to get more money out of him than most." She whispers in a devious voice, before sighing, "Maybe with this money, our parents will finally be able to make ends meet. "At least I was able to get something out of that fucker, especially for what he did to Lori." Though the thought does cross her mind.
"I wonder how things could've been, if I didn't need to do this stuff for the family…" But she shoves the thought away. This is her life and she could not change it. So she sighs once more and steps back inside the house with, "Maybe my life will change one day. Maybe something can help us out. There has to be more to our lives than trying to survive and make ends meet." But to this child, hopes and dreams are nothing more than thoughts. So she puts on a pained smile and returns to her room, waiting for her next customer's request to fill.
The smart one of course, is Lisa Loud, with no remorse.
Yes she respects her elders and is very well off, but she hasn't held her own yet and still has a cough!
Her eyes look down upon her siblings and yet she wishes she could build things with them!
So she spends her time alone in her lab, though, she may need to watch herself to not get stabbed! As the smartest of the group she them as inferior, yet even she couldn't stand her interior! Her heart has been replaced with hate for who she is. A child's body with the mind of a genius ditz!
She hates her family as much as I hate realities. Ironically enough, she doesn't realize that she too is an abnormality! Of course, this is how it must be, she is only four, and must help her family. So her time is spent in home, maybe one day she'll get to be alone.
But deep down she desires to be with the ones she sees as less. Heck, she might even be a part of their mess! Who knew that a genius could come from such pain, heck this story would drive most people insane!
The youngest Loud sits in front of her computer. She wordlessly moves from site to site as if searching for someone who could help her. Though, not even the deepest, darkest recesses of the Internet can provide for her.
So she decides instead to relax and ask the search engine, "How do I deal with being the smartest child alive?" And as if the engine had seen this before, it responds with multiple guides on, "How to stop being a narcissist and get some good friends." She punches the old computer screen, but only hurts her young hand instead. So she sighs with, "Ok then I guess. I might as well just head off to bed now."
And with that she trudges over to her bed and lies in it. After all, it's not like she has anything better to do. The days of lecturing people four to ten times her age have worn her down and have shown her the absolute worst that people can be.
Yet even she can't get a good night sleep in the Loud house, after all, with a family this broken, what's the best option to follow?
Though I do know her time will pass faster than most, and with a mind like that she is sure to make her mark.
But of course, I could not forget the youngest of the bunch; the young Lily could never be crunched.
Poor Lily was not meant to be and she failed before she could escape the womb. And now her body rests in a tomb. She is the ghost that haunts all of the Louds, and maybe who knows, maybe she'll lead them and shroud.
Though she still cannot talk as well, but at least she does not need to be changed that often. Her role is mainly as guide. After all, what can you not beat with an ethereal person by your side?!
I would say more, but I cannot say much, about the dead child of the Louds that have to hunch. So all I will say is she does well as the ghost guides our unlucky fells.
So who is the best off of these poor broken Louds? I would say the ghostly baby of course! She is the least broken of these poor shrouds. What? you want to hear about the parents? I'd speak but they can't ignore the bear hints! They loathe themselves for bringing pain, yet being unable to remove it, again.
And with that, those are the Louds, straight from my book, now I must go and clean up my nook.
I bid thee adieu for now. And with that, I shall take my bow.
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A/N I hope you enjoyed! If I get 5 messages that ask for me to continue this, then I'll consider doing so. Have a great day wherever you are! Also, I thank Exotos for all his help!
Edits for this chapter are complete!