Prologue

It was a strangely dark and stormy night in somewhere of Los Angeles, in an old house which seemed to be abandoned for a long, long time. In there, there was two shadowy creatures talking.

"Brr... Another rainy night, so gloomy and frightening. That's just my style." One of them began to talk, and he seemed really enjoyed this, "Love it for life, for real."

"Yeah, too bad we're gonna move away from here. Gee, I'm surely miss here!" Another one replied, "But is movin' really a good choice? I mean, what if the people there are all the snobs or bullies?"

"Then we'll strike, and we'll make sure they would never, ever bully or abuse good folks there." The first one said, he opened the window so that he could enjoy the strong wind outside, "They had recommended us to go there, so how bad it can be? Plus I've heard there's some people whom I had known before live here, so why should we worry? Just like what they said, when life give you lemons, make lemonade."

"Mmm, ya might be right of that." Another one replied, "Maybe I shouldn't worry 'bout 'at. Well, by da way, where'll we guys move?"

"Hold on there, lemme ask them." The first one replied, he turned on the light, revealing himself to be a 9 year old kid. After a quick typing on the phone, he replied to the other one, who's still hiding himself in the darkness, "They told me, it's in Royal Woods, Michigan."

"Royal Woods?" The figure in shadow replied in curiosity, "Oh right, back to the days when I was wanderin'round I heard some people keep talking there."

"All right, buddy." The kid replied, "Now let's just forget about that and leave it tomorrow. How about a lil' music to light up the atmosphere."

"OK, bub. Ya said'at." Another one replied, and then, he took out a record player, "How 'bout A Shot in Dark? Mancini is always one of ya favorites."

All right, so here's the prologue, the next chapter, a visitor with a mystery life story will be set his foot in Royal Woods. With the arrival, Royal Woods will be a load of adventures for him.

A Shot in Dark by Henry Mancini

I don't own the Loud House, I only own my OCs.