Why I am doing this? I didn't even finish the chapter 8 of SMC and I'm making a new fanfic. I have imagination issues !XD
While we are already here, I must warn you: This will be a loudcest fanfiction. Now, you're warned. You can go and read better fanfic if you want, or if this is also your thing… well, take a seat a read it.
As always any critics are welcomed. And obviously keep in mind that I start in the business, so the later chapters might be bad, but I swear I'm trying my best to offer quality.
TO THE STORY NOW.
Our story begins at an infamous known house in the snowy neighborhood of the Franklyn Avenue. During a Wednesday evening, on the twelve on thirteen occupants, each one, attend to their business awaiting the call of the patriarch of the family, Lynn Loud Sr. to dinner.
Meanwhile, the only son of the family, Lincoln, was watching a documentary about frogs on tv with at his left side Lana, one of his five younger sisters.
"The rain frog is particularly known for its sounds, which contrary to the normal croak of all the other amphibians, produce instead a high-pitched sound."
The footage swap to the image of a little grey frog making a sound of a plastic balloon you deflate by pinching the place where you're supposed to blow. Making Lana go into an uncontrollable laughter. She has a particular respect for those animals, as her favorite pet is a frog, but like any six years old seeing something so ridiculous, it would obviously get her.
"Oh man! And you wonder why they're endangered! This one should grow a manlier croak if it hopes to survive!" She guffaws while nudging Lincoln in the arm. She ends up giggling but soon feel a pain in her cheek, when she looks up she sees that Lincoln is pulling it.
"What did Mom tell you about hitting people while watching TV?"
"That I wasn't supposed to because it's rude." She says while a part of her mouth is taut by her brother who nods hinting that her answer was correct. "I get it but you could just scold me instead of pulling my cheek like this. I'm not a baby anymore!" Lana complains as Lincoln finally releases her now sore cheek.
"I'm your big brother, I can baby you as much as I want." He says playfully with a bit of pride.
"Don't try to act like Lori."
"I'm not like Lori. I'm nicer."
A knock at the front door is suddenly heard. Everyone present downstairs, meaning Lynn Sr., Lincoln and Lana, wondered who could that be at this hour.
In the kitchen, groaned seeing his hands full while annoyed at the unexpected person behind the door. "Lincoln could you check it out?" he shouted at his son from the kitchen.
"I'm going!" Lincoln stood up from his seat and went to open the door. He met first the cold winds of winter, sending a shudder of freeze in his body. Then he is a bit surprised to see a strangely clothed mailman.
He was wearing a black robe and had a long black hair. His face was pale and he has fake vampire fangs.
"Good evening, sorry to disturb you at this hour but I have here a letter here from the Dark Poets of Royal Woods counselor for a certain, Lucy Loud."
"Oh, well that's my sister. I can give it to her later."
"Farewell and have a good evening."
"When someone loves their job, they would do anything to keep it." Lincoln thought as he looks to the departure of the mailman. Who suddenly nearly tripped on the sidewalk because of his robe and the icy patch. "Yep, anything."
As Lincoln closes the door, Lucy appears at his right "I think that's for me."
"AAAAAAHAAAAA!" Lincoln screams at the sudden apparition of his little goth sister. He holds the place where was located his heart while handing her the letter. She opens it and begins to read it.
"What is it about?" The boy asked while he tried to regain his breath and making sure that his heart beat at a normal rate.
"It's about an annual representation of a play organized by the club I am part of." She suddenly gasps and reach for something in the envelope. She pulls out a black ticket.
"I'm invited to a special play, tomorrow night, at the theater!" She exclaimed with a small smile, surprising Lincoln, and a hint (he thinks he heard it, he's not sure) of excitation in her tone.
"Well, I'm glad for you. But you'll have to talk to mom and dad for that."
"I wouldn't miss this for anything."
"Kids, dinner is ready!" Lynn Sr. shouted from the kitchen, from where the smell of his Wieners schnitzel emanated from.
Soon all the children of the household came down, direction the dinner room.
Each of them find their respective seat at the grown-up table, a dinner table for the five oldest sisters of the family and the parents.
Lori, the oldest of the sibling took her seat next at the right of her father, her nose buried in her cellphone as always.
Following, comes Leni who takes her seat next to her older sister. However, she is wearing a turquoise boa on her shoulders. Even if it suited her, the clothe is unusual compared to her normal attire.
"Hey sis, where does that come from?" Asks Luna, the third eldest daughter of the house while she is taking her place in front of Leni and at the left of her mother.
"That's a new style I'm trying. How do I look?"
"You look so fabulous it's like you saw in the feather. Ah !Ah ! Get it?" Responded the fourth oldest, Luan.
"Aw thanks Luan." No, she didn't get it.
"Could you all knock it off? I want to eat in peace!" Growled the fifth and last oldest daughter, Lynn. However, at her side of the table was an empty seat, reserved for Lincoln if he feels like eating with the "grown-up". But his choice for tonight was answered by the emptiness of the said seat.
We could find the boy in the kitchen, serving himself a bit of wiener schnitzel. As soon as he had his plate full, he walked to his place at the "kiddie table", and if you followed a bit, the table for the youngest members of the household.
First, we have our white-haired boy, Lincoln who installed himself on his plastic seat.
In front of him was his sisters, to oldest at youngest. The first -born twin, Lana who tried to mix a ketchup and mayonnaise in hope to find a better taste at the meat.
Next to her was the second born twin, Lola. The little girl watched disgusted at the attempt of giving the meat a little kick. "Gross! How can you manage to eat this without throwing up?"
"The same way I manage to support you: by thinking it isn't here!"
Lola made an exaggerated shocked gasp.
"I also think, dear older sibling, that the mix of many nutriments isn't good for both your stomach and the eyes. The former because of the increase of chance to develop a stomachache, and the later because it's simply repulsing." Lisa the four-year-old genius of the family commented about the culinary choice of Lana.
"Say what you want! No one is gonna prevent me to eat this!" Shouted Lana as she took a big bite, making a mess while doing it.
"Lincoln sweetie, could you bring Lily to her chair?" Resonated the voice of Rita Loud, the mother of the house, from the living.
Lincoln stood up and go to his mother who was in the living room, with his baby sister Lily in her arms and talking with Lucy.
"So, can I go to the representation?" Lucy asked to her mother who had the ticket in her hand and was looking at it.
"I'm really sorry sweetie, but it's way too late and a school day on top of that." The mother said with a sorry tone to her goth daughter, as she handed her baby to her son.
"But mom, I really need to go. There won't be anymore until next year!"
"We can't just let you go at a representation that starts at midnight to finish at two am. I'm really sorry for you but the discussion is closed."
Lucy dropped her head in disappointment as her mother go in her room. Seeing his sister, clearly upset, Lincoln came closer with Lily in his arms.
"Don't worry Luce. If you want I could make it up to you by bringing you somewhere creepy. And you can scare me as much as you want." He tried to lift her spirits.
"Thanks Lincoln, but that won't be necessary…" she responded with a perceptible sad voice, and she walked away.
"She looked so happy to go at this play…" Lincoln sadly though while he looked at his sister who went to the kitchen in a more depressing mood than ever. He felt something poked against his chest, he looked down and saw the big innocent eyes of his baby sister.
He smiled and lifted her by the armpits. "What about you Lily-bug, wanna try to make your big sister happy?" The baby giggled and clapped in her hands at the funny face of her brother.
"I'll take that as a yes." He giggled along while going back to the kitchen from where resonated his familial chaos.
If I have to be sorry about something else is Luan: I like her, but damn it's hard to write puns.