I'd like to say this up front; this will not be a Lincoln torture story. This fanfiction will first and foremost explore the idea of Lincoln's sisters doing everything that they possibly can to help their brother in a time of need. So, this will be quite the opposite of a torture fic, if you think about it.

This is no satire. There will be no crazy subplots. The story will not change drastically halfway through. I'm putting forward my best effort here, and I hope that you, dear reader, will see this reflected in this story. Above all else, though, I hope you enjoy!


"Leni, I'm open!"

The brown, spiral pigskin flew through the air, twirling all the way before landing in Lincoln's hands. He grabbed the football, faltered a bit, but was able to quickly regain his balance and continue his charge down to the other end of the Loud residence backyard.

There was nobody in his way. The end was in sight. Within a few seconds, Lincoln knew that he would be scoring his first point since the start of the game. He stole a look backward, only to see Lynn fast approaching him. She looked determined. Still, Lincoln had plenty of space between him and his older sister. He'd make it.

"Touchdown!" In a display of celebration, Lincoln threw the football on the ground as hard as he could, watching it bounce into the air before landing back on the grass. Lynn, who had stopped her charge by now, crossed her arms and glared at her brother in anger.

"Yeah, congratulations. You scored one point, Lincoln."

"Lynn!", cried Leni, throwing her hands up. "This game is for fun. Calm down!"

Lynn huffed.

The Loud siblings, save for Lola (who didn't want to get her dress dirty), Lisa (who was too busy to step away from her work), and Lily (who was an infant) were in the backyard playing a friendly game of touch football. The match had started with Lynn recruiting Lincoln to simply pass the ball back and forth with her, but more and more sisters joined, and eventually, a game was born. The score was a tight nine to eight, with Lincoln's team being now only one point away from victory; the first to ten would win.

Lynn gritted her teeth as she and her team settled into place for the next play.

"Hike!", cried Lana, throwing the ball behind her.

Lucy caught the ball, and, looking around for somebody to pass to, saw that Lincoln was the only one open. Throwing with all her might, the little goth girl managed to hurl the ball over the heads of Lori, Luna and Luan. Lincoln jumped, reaching out to grab the football— he clasped his hands together, securing the pigskin, before turning around and starting to make his way to the opposite end of the field. He was about to score his second touchdown in a row.

No.

Lynn wasn't going to let Lincoln win the game, nor was she going to let him score another touchdown. She was family sports pro, not him; she couldn't allow herself to sit idly by while Lincoln outmatched her at her at football.

With a newfound confidence, Lynn increased her speed, kicking up dirt and grass behind her as she sprinted. She was heading straight for Lincoln. The athlete gritted her teeth as she fast approached her brother.

Slam!

It happened so quickly. Lynn body slammed into Lincoln, her vision momentarily going black in the process. She faltered backward, dizzy, rubbing her eyes.

Lynn hit like a dumpster truck, and this was made apparent as Lincoln flew through the air, his body resembling the shape of a sideways 'V'. With a loud cry, he landed the ground, dropping the ball in the process. It slowly rolled across the ground, away from him.

Lincoln's world became blurry. He had always thought characters in cartoons were overreacting when they got hit by something heavy and began to see stars floating around their head, but, now, beginning to see it first hand, those cartoons became a lot more realistic for Lincoln.

Just as he started to sit up and rub his head, he heard screams.

"Lynn! No!"

As he looked up, Lincoln saw his athletic sister hurling through the air, coming straight at him. Time began to move slowly. Lincoln studied Lynn's face; she looked angry, her eyes pooled with obvious lust for revenge. She smiled.

Screams, coming from his other sisters, could not even break him out of his trance, no matter how loud they may have been, and, they were loud.

The impact was even worse than he expected. Lynn landed on top of Lincoln, body slamming him and causing his head to crash back to the earth, connecting with a large rock.

That was the last thing he remembered before his world went black.


The Loud children, save for Lynn, were gathered in the living room. No one dared to speak. The television was turned on to The Audition, one of the Loud children's favorite shows, and, yet, nobody was really paying attention. All they could focus on at the moment was Lincoln. Was he going to be okay? How bad was he hurt? When could they see him?

Up in her room, Lynn was laying down on her bed. She stared up at her ceiling. Guilt was an unwelcome yet overwhelming presence inside of her mind.

She hurt Lincoln. Her baby brother. Her harmless, dorky baby brother. Lynn knocked him unconscious. And, to make matters worse, the incident happened because of a backyard football game. What kind of a monster was she? Why did it take her until after he got hurt to realize she was going too far?

Lynn felt like she was trying to crush an aluminum can with her stomach. She was biting her nails, but didn't realize just how far she was going until she accidentally sunk her teeth into her skin, causing the warm taste of blood to fill her mouth.

"Ow!", she whisper-yelled to herself.

No, she thought. Don't feel bad. You deserve this.

Directly following her tackle of Lincoln, her parents had both rushed out into the backyard, summoned by the loud screams of her sisters. It wasn't a pretty picture. Lynn Sr. and Rita had rushed over to Lincoln, shaking him, trying to wake him up. It was no use. He was knocked out.

Her memory was fuzzy on the details of what happened next; it all happened so quickly. Lynn remembered standing back, watching everything unfold. Her father and mother had picked Lincoln up, saying that there was no time to call an ambulance. Within moments, Lynn Sr. had put Lincoln in Vanzilla, told Lori that she was in charge, and, before anyone could protest, drove off in a frenzy.

Nobody said anything to Lynn since then. Nothing needed to be said. She knew for a fact that they were all extremely angry with her, and rightfully so. Now, sitting on her bed, Lynn could only curse herself. No matter how much she wanted to, it was impossible for her to go back in time and stop herself from acting like a mean, brutish idiot to her little brother. The deed was done, and she would have to live with this guilt for the rest of her life.

I knocked Lincoln unconscious… over a stupid football game… what kind of monster am I?

While she was unable to go back in time and correct her mistake, the one thing Lynn knew she could do was make things better. She sat up and wiped away a tear.

When Lincoln gets back, I'm going to be the best damn sister he ever had. That's a promise.


Lynn Sr. and Rita sat on either side of the hospital bed, their eyes set firmly on Lincoln. They hoped with all of their heart that at any second, he would wake up, and life would go on as normal.

The doctor had said that he was knocked unconscious and needed rest, but ultimately, would most likely be fine. This calming news helped to calm the nerves of the Loud parents, but, still, did not go very far in killing their off worry. Their son was hurt; they would not rest until they knew he was fully back to normal. It had been an entire two hours since he was attacked by Lynn.

Lincoln's eyes began to open.

"He's awake!"

"Oh, thank God!"

Two pairs of warm, gentle arms wrapped around the boy, locking him in a tight embrace.

"Lincoln, we were so worried!" Rita began to sob.

The Loud father smiled. "Son, I'm so glad you're okay." He sniffled. "There's some people waiting outside who would like to talk to you."

Lincoln was in a daze, hardly registering what was happening around him. He didn't speak; the boy only gave an uncertain nod without even realizing that he was doing so.

Lynn Sr. walked across the room and opened the door. "He's awake, girls," Lincoln heard him say. "You can come in now." Immediately after, the room was flooded with all ten Loud sisters, each one eagerly scurrying over to Lincoln and crying out in joy.

"We were worried sick about you, Lincoln!"

"O-M-Gosh! I'm so glad you're okay!"

"Lincoln's awake!"

Everything was happening so quickly. Lincoln had little to no time to react before he was being hugged once again. This time, though, it was coming from twelve people instead of just two.

Before long, everyone stepped back, ending the group hug. Lynn shuffled forward, looking at the ground with guilt evident on her face.

"L-Lincoln…" she started. "I'm so sorry… I got so heated over a stupid football game… I lost control. I have no one to blame but myself." She looked up, staring Lincoln directly in the eyes. He looked back at her, confused. Lynn saw that he was in a daze, barely registering what was happening around him. Was he angry? "You probably hate my guts right now, huh?"

Lincoln squinted his eyes, confused.

"What? No, it's not... that… just, uh, who are you?"