Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Loud House' or any other property in this work that I did not make myself.
A collection of Loud House one-shots
New home, clean slate (Plot: A punk girl whose family moved from England had been part of a local youth gang ever since she lived in the States. But when the girl's family moves once again, this time to Royal Woods, the girl sees it as her chance to clean up her act.)
Ronnie Anne Santiago was in a public park in the city that she had moved to with her mother Maria and older brother Bobby. The Hispanic girl was sitting on a bench, talking into her cell phone. Ronnie Anne was speaking with someone who lived back in her old home town of Royal Woods, someone who Ronnie Anne missed a lot, and for more than one reason.
"You know Lincoln," Ronnie Anne said into her phone, "I bet that if my family and I still lived over there, Bobby would have agreed to be Lori's Watson for that whole detective thing." After a few seconds, Ronnie Anne laughed in response to something funny that Lincoln Loud, the person she was talking with, had said on his end of the line. "But seriously," Ronnie Anne said, "You really took the heat for something like that? That's pretty gutsy."
After a few more seconds, Ronnie Anne continued, "I'm serious about that, Lame-o. But for real, though, are you sure you can't tell me who it really was?" The Hispanic girl was silent for a few seconds as her friend on the other end replied. "Ah, I get it," Ronnie Anne said, "I bet that you'd be a shoo-in for brother of the year. Anywho, I've got to get going. Catch you later, Lincoln." With that, Ronnie Anne ended her call, slipped her phone into her pocket, got up off of the bench, and made her way out of the park.
About halfway from the park to her family's current residence with their extended family the Casagrandes, Ronnie Anne accidentally bumped into a girl of about thirteen years of age. The girl had fair skin and long yellow-blonde hair with streaks of colors in it, obviously there to give the girl a punk look. She wore a baggy hooded jacket that looked like the Union Jack, baggy jeans with torn knees, and large sneakers. The girl was currently sucking on a lollipop.
"Oi, watch where you're bleeding going, ya daft bird!" the punk girl snapped at Ronnie Anne in a British accent.
"Geez, sorry," Ronnie Anne replied somewhat sarcastically as she gave the British girl a wide berth. Smiling smugly, the girl took her leave, leaving Ronnie Anne to wonder just what the heck was that girl's deal.
In an alleyway somewhere in the town, a group of youths, all dressed like members of a punk gang, were stomping on a lone kid who was lying down on the ground. As the punks continued roughing up the innocent kid, they heard a vice behind them call out, "Oi, you blokes started the fun without me? Ain't your mums taught you better?"
The punks all stopped in their bullying and turn to see the punk British girl who had bumped into Ronnie Anne. As she made her way into the alleyway, the punk British girl said, "So what do we got ourselves on the menu today, gents?"
"Some dumb kid wandered into our turf, so we're educating him better," replied one of the punks, a boy about the same age as the punk British girl. Turning to face her, the first punk boy said, "What say you?"
"Feh," the punk British girl scoffed as she approached where the kid that everyone was stomping on laid, "The bloke is probably from a rival gang, trying to scout out our turf to see if his fellows can take it for themselves." Giving the boy a nudge in his back with her right foot, the punk British girl said, "Oi, time to rise and shine, ya bloody twit." When the boy didn't reply for a few seconds, the punk British girl gave his back a harder nudge while saying in a louder tone, "Did you not hear me?"
When the boy, once again, did not move, the punk British girl gave him a hard kick in the back, which still failed to elicit a response. Mildly worried now, she bent down to check for a pulse. When some of her fellow punk teens saw her eyes widen out of shock, they all knew what was going on, what they had done.
The first punk boy ran to the entrance to the alleyway they were all in, and looked both to the left and to the right. Running back in, the first punk boy said, "I don't think anyone would have seen us when passing by."
"And there ain't no windows on any of the building sides," a second punk girl, this one clearly American, said as she looked at the building sides that made up the alleyway, "So we should not have been caught."
"I don't know about you guys," said a second punk boy, "But I think we should try to cover this, swear to take what happened here to our graves, and get the heck out of here!"
"A good thing we don't know each other's actual names, so we can't really rat each other out," the first boy punk said. After the punk teens covered what they did so that it wouldn't be found for at least a while, they all left the alleyway, swearing never to say what they saw to anyone.
That evening, the punk British girl laid on her bed in her family's home in the city. The thirteen-year-old girl could not believe what her gang had done, the fact that she technically had no part in it doing very little to sooth her mounding guilt. Although this was by far the worst thing her gang had done to date, they had done a number of other things, many of which were illegal. The punk British girl felt proud of the fact that she had not yet been caught exercising her five-finger discount at local stores in the city, especially at the place owned by old man Casagrande.
…But in light of what had happened today, the punk British girl felt an even amount of shame mix in with the aforementioned pride.
The punk British girl continued to stare up at her ceiling, where she had pinned a Union Jack flag, up until she was stirred from her trance by a knock at her bedroom door. "Mitzie?" a motherly voice said from the other side in a British accent, "You okay in there, sweetie"
Sighing, the punk British girl, apparently named Mitzie, sat up on her bed. "I'll be fine, mum," Mitzie replied. The bedroom door opened, and a fair-skinned woman with fair skin, long blonde hair, and wearing a pink t-shirt and blue pants came walking in. This woman, Mitzie's mother, sat on the bed next to her teenage daughter.
"I'm guessing that our upcoming move has you nervous, is all," Mitzie's mother remarked in an understanding tone.
Mitzie suddenly remembered that her family was in the process of moving to Royal Woods, a town in the next state over. A new town in a new state meant that no one would have any idea who Mitzie was. The punk British girl had a chance to reinvent herself, to start over anew. To hopefully not get caught up in the kind of messy business that she had delighted in here, the first town her family lived in since they moved from England.
"Yeah, mum," Mitzie replied, "I'm just nervous about the move, is all."
"Well don't you worry, luv," Mitzie's mother said in a gentle tone, giving her daughter's right shoulder a reassuring pat, "I'm sure you'll be able to make more friends after we move to Royal Woods. It sounds like a nice place to me."
"Yeah," Mitzie replied, "I'm sure it's going to be great."
A few days later, a moving truck could be seen parked outside of a house in a neighborhood in Royal Woods. There were a number of furniture items and a few boxes of belongings sitting on the lawn in front of the house, just waiting to be brought into their new home. Standing in the yard among the items was Mitzie, looking rather unsure. The punk British girl was considering changing her style, hoping that a new look would better allow her to become a new person.
As Mitzie fished out a small lollipop from one of the front pockets on her baggy Union Jack hoodie, she heard an adult female voice call out, "Excuse me, young lady!" Mitzie turned to see a blonde woman walk over, carrying a Tupperware dish containing some sort of homemade food. Accompanying the woman were two kids who Mitzie figured were the woman's kids; one was a brunette-haired girl that Mitzie figured was about her age, and the other was a white-haired boy Mitzie estimated to be about two years or so younger than her.
"I was wondering when the welcome wagon would show up," Mitzie thought as the three people came over. Waving at them, Mitzie said, "Top of the morning to you! The name's Mitzie Cornwell. I take it you'd like to speak with me mum, right?"
"That would be nice, yes," the woman replied, "Where can I find her?"
"She should be inside, luv," Mitzie replied as she pointed to the house her family was moving into, "Why not give the door a knock?"
Nodding in understanding, the woman went to go try and speak with Mitzie's mother, leaving her two kids behind. "You know," the girl said to Mitzie, "You sound a lot like me and Lincoln's older sister Luna."
"Is she one of those Yanks who likes to pretend she's a Brit?" Mitzie asked.
"Ehh," the girl said as she made the so-so gesture with her right hand, "It's mostly because her favorite musician is British. You ever heard of Mick Swagger?"
"Shortly before me family moved here from the other side of the pond," Mitzie began, "Me old man got himself in a bit of a pickle at a Mick Swagger concert in London."
"What happened?" the girl asked.
"He got into a fight with a really fat woman and got arrested," Mitzie replied, "Although to be fair, the fat woman got arrested too, given that she started it."
"So, your family moved from England to Royal Woods?" the white-haired boy asked.
"We actually moved from England to some city in the next state over," Mitzie clarified, "We moved here from that city to Royal Woods because me old man got a really nice job."
"Well if you got any questions, feel free to hit my family up," the girl said, "We'll be glad to give you a hand."
Smiling, Mitzie said, "Glad to hear it, luv. Oh, I don't suppose I can get the names of the both of you, can I?"
"Oh, I'm Lynn Loud, and this is my younger brother Lincoln," the girl said as she introduced herself and her sibling, "That was our mom Rita who was asking for your parents."
"Nice to meet you, Lynn and Lincoln," Mitzie replied, "I'm looking forward to life here in Royal Woods."
"It'll be great," Lincoln remarked, "You can take my word for it."
"I will, guv," Mitzie said with a nod. Shortly after the three kids had exchanged each other's names, Rita came walking back over.
"Lynn, Lincoln, it's time to get going," Rita said. The three members of the Loud family took their leave, with Lynn and Lincoln waving good-bye to Mitzie.
"Huh," Mitzie thought, "I have a good feeling about those blokes."
The following day, Mitzie walked up the front steps of the Loud residence, having been brought over by Lynn. "So, Lynn," Mitzie began in a mildly curious tone, "What do you usually do around here?"
"Oh, I'm into sports," Lynn replied, "Do you play any yourself?"
"I dabble," the British punk girl replied, "How about that white-haired bloke that was with you yesterday? Is he a jock himself?"
Snorting back a laugh, Lynn said, "Oh, that's rich!" Shaking her head gently, Lynn said, "No, Mitzie, no. My little brother Lincoln is the exact opposite. Granted, Lincoln is capable of playing if he wants, and he is receiving Kendo lessons, but outside of that, my little brother's interests are limited to comic books and video games. No offence to him, but my little brother is not exactly what I'd call 'athlete material'."
"To each their own, luv," Mitzie remarked. The sporty Loud nodded in agreement with the British punk girl. "But back on track," Mitzie continued, "You said that I need to keep an eye out for myself when you said you'd bring me over here. Why? Is your little brother something of a mischief-maker?"
"No, although I might apply that title to my older sister Luan," Lynn replied.
"Ah, you got an older sister who likes to make mischief," Mitzie said, "And you mentioned an older sister who talks like she from my side of the pond. I take it that you got a somewhat big family, then?" In response to Mitzie's question, Lynn had to snort back another laugh.
"A somewhat big family?" Lynn repeated with amusement in her tone, "Oh, Mitzie. You don't even know the half of it." The two thirteen-year-old girls reached the front door of the Loud residence, and Lynn opened the front door to let herself and Mitzie in. Once the door was open, Mitzie got a fairly good idea why Lynn thought her saying 'somewhat big family' was funny.
Right when the door opened, a young girl wrapped up in toilet paper in some ill-conceived attempt to pretend to be a mummy went walking by, her arms held up at length and aimed forward. A somewhat smaller girl, this one with brown hair, glasses, green long-sleeved shirt, dark reddish pants and black shoes, was chasing a dog while saying, "I still need that sample from you, Charles!"
There was also a girl somewhat older than Lynn and Mitzie was playing an electric guitar in the living room while screaming in a British accent, "THIS IS HOW WE BLEEDING DO IT, MATES!" The thirteen-year-old British girl could only stare at this chaos with widened eyes.
"…Umm, wow," was all Mitzie was able to get out.
"I know," Lynn replied, "And those are just three of my ten siblings."
"I…I beg your pardon, luv?" Mitzie replied, "Did you just say ten?" The sporty Loud sibling only nodded in the affirmative as she took Mitzie with her into the kitchen area.
"Come on, Mitzie," Lynn said, "Let's get us some sodas."
"That can't be too weird, can it?" Mitzie asked in a mildly apprehensive tone.
The two thirteen-year-old girls were standing around in the kitchen, drinking cans of soda. "So, you got yourself four older sisters," Mitzie began, "A younger brother, and five younger sisters? Do I have all of that correct?"
"Yes, that's all correct," Lynn replied, "And each one of us Loud siblings are different in our own unique-"
"Lana!" a young female voice screamed from the dining room area in angry annoyance, cutting Lynn of in the process, "Quit interrupting me and Winston when he's trying to tell me about the latest play his theater troupe performed!"
"You guys should totally do The Mummy," a second female voice replied, "Or at least one about some archeologists unearthing a mummy's tomb."
"We'll…keep that in mind," a young male voice replied as tactfully as possible, "And we'll be sure to give you a heads up in case you want to audition for the role."
"Umm, Lynn," Mitzie began, "What was that?"
Chuckling a bit, Lynn said, "Oh, my little sister Lola has her crush Winston over, and Lola's twin Lana is just bothering them. That was probably Lana wearing all that toilet paper earlier, since she uses up a roll or two whenever she wants to dress up as a mummy."
"How old are your siblings again?" Mitzie asked.
"Well let's see here," Lynn began as she proceeded to count things off of her fingertips, "Going from youngest to oldest, Lily is about fifteen months, Lisa is four years, Lola and Lana are both six, Lucy's eight, Lincoln's eleven, I'm thirteen, Luan's fourteen, Luna's fifteen, Leni's sixteen and Lori's seventeen." To Mitzie, the sporty Loud continued, "It's like I had told you earlier, Mitzie. My family is a little bit more than 'somewhat big'. We're probably the largest family in the Royal Woods area."
"I bet that when you and your siblings all find significant others, the size will only grow," Mitzie remarked, a mild amount of worry mixed into her impressed expression.
"Well I have no doubt Lori is going to marry her longtime boyfriend Bobby," Lynn remarked as she opened the fridge to grab another soda. Closing the fridge door behind her, Lynn continued as she popped open the soda she just took out, "And Bobby's family is pretty large itself."
"It's an extended family, rather than immediate family," a somewhat older female voice said from behind Lynn and Mitzie, making the two thirteen-year-old girls turn to see Lori and Leni standing there. It had been Lori who spoke up. "But yeah, the point remains," Lori went on, "Bobby has a lot of cousins." Shifting her gaze to Mitzie, Lori said, "I take it that you're the new kid who just moved to Royal Woods?"
"That I am, luv," Mitzie replied, "I take it that you birds are some of Lynn's older sisters?"
"Umm, Lori and I are humans, not birds," Leni replied in a mildly confused tone.
Sighing in exasperation, Lori said, "No, Leni. Lynn's friend here is using British slang. Luna uses it all the time, remember?"
"…Oh yeah," the fashionable Loud sibling remarked, "And now that you mention it, she sounds kind of like Luna."
"Well Mitzie's family actually came from England," Lynn explained, "Similar to how Ulfric's family came from Sweden."
"Oh yeah! That makes sense," Leni remarked with a few nods.
Sighing in a mildly frustrated tone, Lori remarked, "At least you understand something."
"Umm, who's this Ulfric bloke you mentioned?" Mitzie asked, a curious look on her face.
"Ulfric Aesir, a boy around the same age as Lynn," Lori said. With something of an amused mischievous look on her face, the oldest Loud sibling continued, "Lynn here literally has a crush on him."
"Please don't mention that to people that I bring over!" Lynn replied, an embarrassed blush on her face.
"Oh, come on, Lynn," Leni began, "You and Ulfric would be, like, totes cute together!"
"Ah, so that's what's going on, guv," Mitzie said as she turned to face Lynn, "A bloke stole your heart, didn't he?"
"Umm," Lynn replied in an embarrassed manner, "Well, you see-"
"Ah, no need to worry yourself," Mitzie interrupted, "It's only natural for a girl to find her heart stolen by a boy."
"Don't I know that that feeling," Leni said, looking as if she was imagining something, or rather someone, that she felt was rather dreamy.
Giving Lynn a pat on the back, Mitzie said, "But hey, I won't push you if you aren't ready, luv. You got me word on that."
"Thanks, Mitzie," Lynn replied, an appreciative smile on the sporty Loud's face.
"Now then, how about you introduce me the rest of your siblings, hmm?" Mitzie suggested, "I get the feeling that I'm going to be running into all of them at some point, so I better get a crack on figuring out which name belongs to which face."
"Since this will be your first meeting them, you may wanna take notes," Lynn said half-jokingly, getting a giggle out of the British girl.
As time went on, Mitzie met Lynn's other siblings. The British girl got a proper introduction from Lincoln, Lori and Leni both properly introduced themselves, and Mitzie had met Lily, the twins, Lisa and Luna. In fact, both Luna and Mitzie got a hoot out of meeting each other, Luna because Mitzie spoke a natural British accent, and Mitzie because she had to admit that Luna's practiced accent sounded more authentic than some real accents she heard back in England.
"I've got to say, luv," Mitzie said to Lynn, "You got yourself a fine family here. But I only counted eight siblings."
"Yeah, Luan and Lucy are out at the moment," Lynn replied, "I'm not sure where they-"
"THAT SWINDLER!" a female voice exclaimed from the area of the front door, prompting Lynn, Mitzie, and everyone else in the house to investigate. Upon arriving, they all saw that Luan and Lucy had returned. It had been Luan that had called out angrily.
"What's going on, girls?" Lori asked.
"It's Flip," Lucy explained in a far calmer tone that what Luan was currently using, "He's at his old tricks again."
"I'm guessing that he ripped off either you or Luan?" Lincoln asked in a knowing tone.
"Actually, neither of us were ripped off by Flip," Lucy explained, "But we did witness Flip cheating Benny out of his change, so Luan's pretty livid right now." Shaking her head, Lucy continued, "How is that man still in business? I would have imagined that his shady business practices would have been made public knowledge by now."
"…Umm, you lot are going to have to fill me in on this," Mitzie said to the Loud siblings as a whole, "Who is this Flip person?"
"He's a local business owner who runs a gas station slash convenience store," Lori explained, "Flip is also something of a swindler, and is incredibly cheap to boot."
"So, I take it he not all that well received around these parts," Mitzie reasoned.
"Exactly," Lincoln replied, "Take my word for it. Doing business with Flip is not the best idea in the world."
"Alright, guv," Mitzie said with a nod in the affirmative, "Thanks for the warning. By the way, who's that Benny fellow you claimed was cheated by that Flip person?"
"A classmate of me and Luan's over at Royal Woods Middle School," Lynn explained, "Luan happens to have a crush on Benny, so you can imagine how much it bothers her that Benny was swindled by Flip."
"Hmm," Mitzie replied as she considered what she was just told, "You don't say." The British girl was thinking about how Flip was a detestable person, how he apparently frequently rips off his own customers, and consistently gets away with such misdeeds. The fact that Flip has apparently gotten away with his morally questionable deeds reminded Mitzie…well, it reminded her of herself.
Granted, Mitzie used to be a punk gang member (she hasn't yet changed her image, though) and Flip is a small business owner of questionable morality, but both parties had taken pleasure at the expense of others at some point. Mitzie couldn't even believe that there was such a person as Flip. The British girl wanted to get back at Flip for the sake of those who had been swindled by that detestable man.
…And just because Mitzie wanted to abandon her past as a punk who committed petty crimes did not mean that she forgot how to behave in such a manner, nor did it mean she wasn't willing to use such skills for the sake of others.
A quick stroll from the Loud residence brought Mitzie to Flip's Food and Fuel, a cheap convenience store slash gas station. Heading inside the establishment, Mitzie casually walked through the small aisles of various snacks. The British girl took a quick, undetected glance around the store, and saw that while there were video cameras, the little red dots on them weren't lit or blinking.
"Either those cameras don't work, or the owner put them there as a show in a pathetic attempt to deter would-be shoplifters," Mitzie thought as she picked the first candy item that caught her attention, a small bag of gummies with a sour coating. According to the price tag that was on the rack Mitzie got the candy from, the price was only a dollar, well within the British girl's budget (Mitzie was admittedly still getting used to using American currency).
Walking up to the front counter, Mitzie took another look at the inside of the store as a whole. The whole place seemingly gave off an aura that disgusted the British girl; she was fairly certain that those hot dogs and other similar meat products in the hot dog cooker were no longer fit for human consumption, and would cause whoever ate one to become very sick. And yet, if what she had been told was true to its logical extreme, Mitzie wouldn't be surprised if Flip willingly sold one of those expired meat products to an unwitting customer.
Which gave the British girl an idea.
When she got to the counter, she greeted a short-statured man of noticeable age; a quick glance at the tag on the man's shirt allowed Mitzie to identify this man as Flip, the very person that she had been warned about. "'Ello, guv," Mitzie greeted in as friendly a tone as she could manage, getting Flip's attention in the process, "I don't suppose I can get this, can I?"
Taking the candy item that Mitzie had put on the counter, Flip said, "This will be a dollar and fifty cents."
"But the price tag for this candy that was over on the rack said that it was only a dollar," Mitzie pointed out, not at all surprised that Flip was attempting to scam an extra bit of money out of any customer who came into his establishment.
"You must have read it wrong, young lady," Flip replied; the British girl could tell full well that Flip was lying to her face. Back when she lived in the next state over, Mitzie had more than one such encounter with old man Casagrande, albeit all of those incidents happened prior to when that Hispanic teenage boy started working for old man Casagrande. And at least old man Casagrande always had standards; he didn't sell any expired products from what Mitzie ever saw (or stole), and he took better care of his store. Flip, on the other hand, seemingly didn't give a rat's rear end, so long as he lined his pockets with just a bit more money by the end of the day.
The British girl was going to very much enjoy carrying out the plan that she had come up with upon seeing those disgusting-looking meat products slowly turning on the hot dog cooker.
…
Mitzie threw up twice and had to make an emergency dash to the restroom (never did the British girl ever see a less sanitary-looking public restroom in all her life) due to eating that hot dog she bought. And all of that happened before the ambulance pulled up at Flip's Food and Fuel to take Mitzie to Royal Woods General to be treated for food poisoning.
Mitzie already had more than a few ideas of what to say when her family decided to take legal action against Flip. The morally questionable man would get his comeuppance, and those that Flip had swindled in the past would cheer as they hear about his upcoming downfall on the news later tonight. The fact that Mitzie's family will undoubtedly win it big time in a settlement in court was just a happy bonus as far as she was concerned.
And the former punk didn't even have to do anything illegal.
The day following Mitzie's release from Royal Woods General, the British girl was standing in her bedroom, looking at herself in a full-length mirror. Mitzie had done away with the colored streak that was in her hair, going for full yellow-blonde, and had styled her hair into two side curly pigtails that reached halfway down her torso. Mitzie also wore a white long-sleeved shirt under a light gray sweater-vest, a plaid skirt that reached close to halfway down her legs, and socks that came up to about an inch under her knees. Mitzie had also acquired a pair of brown shoes, but she wasn't wearing them at the time.
Mitzie examined herself in the mirror as she turned around, wanting to get a good look at her new image, her new self. As she turned, there was a knock at the door. "Mitzie, dear, there's a girl here asking for you," Mitzie's mother said on the other side of the door, "Some athlete-looking girl calling herself Lynn."
"I'll be right out, mum!" Mitzie called back out in response. The former punk took one last quick look at herself in the mirror, wondering what her friend's reaction to seeing her look like this would be.
…
"Dude!" Lynn laughed as she and Mitzie drank cans of soda, "I can't believe you ate one of the hot dogs that was cooking in the hot dog cooker over at Flip's! Even my little sister Lana wouldn't eat one of those hot dogs, and she's developed a taste for peanut butter and sauerkraut sandwiches! You're crazy!"
"Well that disgusting bloke was crazy for thinking it was a right proper idea to sell expired products to unwitting customers," Mitzie replied. After draining the last of her can of soda, Mitzie said, "But seriously, luv, back to what I was originally asking you." Gesturing to herself as a whole, the British girl asked, "What do you think of me new look?"
"You look like you could pass for a student at that fictional school for British kids who are wizards," Lynn remarked.
Laughing in a good-natured tone, Mitzie gave her new friend a playful push against her shoulder while saying, "Oh, shut up!" The two girls then proceeded to share a laugh, as a bright friendship started to form between the two of them. The two girls proceeded to spend the rest of the day together, enjoying hanging out with one another, and their friendship overall.
…The sporty Loud sibling had no idea how much she was going to need the support that friendship offered in the coming weeks.
END
Author's notes:
And there...we...go. This takes care of the backlog that I've built up, at least for the time being. Anywho, with this out of the way, I should be able to get my quote unquote 'pet project' up within short order.
As a side note, the unnamed punk kids that appear in this chapter are the same kids who were in the violent youth gang that appeared in 'Broken Mirror'. However, in the universe that the one-shots take place in, the youth gang is nowhere near as violent and cruel as they were in 'Broken Mirror'; here, the most that the kids do are bits of shoplifting from small stores and mild bits of vandalization. They never so much as assaulted anyone. In case it wasn't obvious, the youth gang members here were horrified beyond belief that they actually killed someone, albeit without relizing what they had done until it was too late (Also, the incident ends up scaring some of the gang members straight). Long story short, the youth gang members here are considerably less of a threat than they are in their 'Broken Mirror' incarnation.