Things had been relatively normal, for once. The Loud family was having what to them was a calm day, most of the kids were either pre-occupied with hobbies, or hanging out with friends. Lori had been spending the day with Bobby, but then had to take a few of her younger siblings somewhere. Normally this would annoy her to no end, but things seemed… different today.

Now, Lincoln, Lori, Luna, and Leni were on their way to… somewhere. Granted, it didn't really matter, because wherever they were going, they weren't going to get there.

"Hey, like I've been saying." Lori shrugged, casting a glance over her shoulder back at her family. "Sometimes you just need to take some time off and breathe, just take a step back and-"

CRUNCH!

Without warning, a large figure seemed to fall out of the sky and landed on the windshield of the van, falling off and onto the ground with a sickening snapping sound. The van screeched to a halt after accidentally hitting the figure once again, sending it rolling somewhat down the road.

"What the heck was that!?" Lincoln shouted, his eyes inhumanely wide at the cracked (and very bloody) windshield.

"I…I…" Lori stammered, horrified at what had just happened. "Was that a deer?"

"That's not a deer. That was a person." Leni blinked in shock as she looked at the mangled bloody mess in front of them. "Lori! You hit a person!"

"What!? No, I didn't!" The oldest Loud shouted back. "He just… fell on the van!"

"Fell!? From where!? There's no bridges around here!"

"I just… I… I think… Ohmygosh he's dead…" Lori stammered feeling sick as she looked at the mangle body in front of them, it seemed burned, beaten, glass stuck in it…

"Lincoln, you and the others stay in here. If he's dead, call the cops. If he's somehow alive, call an ambulance." Leni ordered.

"Are you insane?! If he's dead or alive we're going to jail regardless!" Lori shouted.

"No, you're going to jail." Luna remarked, finally finding her voice. "You're technically the one who hit him, so you'd be held responsible for it."

"Shut up Luna!"

"Lori!" Leni shouted. "Get a grip! We need to see if he's alive or dead!"

Before the oldest loud could say anything, her younger sister had opened the door and gotten out. Lori shivered and shut off the van, slowly getting out and looking at the front of the van. The windshield was heavily cracked, and blood and dents were now covering the hood of the van. Slowly following the trail over to the body, she saw Leni slowly pushing the body over with a stick.

"This is so wrong…" She muttered.

Looking at the figure, she saw it was a boy, around Lori's age, but he seemed like he had been in a war. His chest seemed burned and scarred beyond all recognition, part of his face seemed to be missing his face, revealing bone. The eldest loud looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where the boy had come from… there were no bridges, there were no trees over the road… where the heck did he come from?

"The poor thing…" Leni muttered, getting on her knees to get a closer look at the boy. "He looks to only be my age… who could've done this to him?"

"Leni. We need to call the cops." Lori finally spoke, having trouble getting the words out. "I don't care about the consequences… But if he has a family, they need to know what we- er, I did."

"Lori, it wasn't your fault. You didn't see him, he literally appeared out of thin air! The courts may not buy that, but I'll stand by-" Leni said looking away from the body, and then saw her sister's eyes widening in shock and horror. "What?"

Looking back down at the body, Leni gasped in shock as she saw the missing skin on his face was… regrowing. It seemed like his body was somehow healing at a supernatural pace, there was a gross sound, almost like skin being… well, you get the idea.

"Leni, back up." Lori said, taking a step back, scared as to what might happen. Before Leni could, the boys' eyes opened, then narrowed in anger as he suddenly yelled in fury and tacked Leni to the ground. Ripping a shard of glass form his gut he held it a few inches form Leni's eye.

"WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE TO KILL YOU?!" He roared, clearly not seeing what was going on around him. "I SWEAR AKANDE, I'M GONNA KILL YOU EVEN IF IT KIL-"

The boy suddenly stopped, his eyes widening in shock and horror as he saw what he was doing. Throwing the glass shard away, he fell backwards and tried to put some space between him and Leni.

"I…I…Oh geez… I I'm sorry!" He finally stammered out. "I…you…" Looking down he seemed to realize something, then screaming: "HOW AM I ALIVE!?"

BONK!

Not taking the freak-out too well, Lori had grabbed a sizable rock from nearby and thrown it at the boy. Injured or not, no one threatened her sister like that. The rock hit him on the head, and seemed to disorient him.

"LORI!" Leni shouted. "What was that for!?"

"He threatened you with gut glass!"

"Okay, fair. But that might have killed him!"

The two turned and looked when they heard the boy groan, seeing him pulling himself back up and rubbing his head.

"Nah, I deserved that…" He muttered. "But… I… I was dead! I blew up! How did I survive that…?"

The two sisters looked to one another, then back to the newcomer.

"Who are you?" Lori finally asked.

"What? Oh. My name's Mad Dawg." Mad Dawg said cracking his neck, looking around as if trying to figure out where he was. "Where… where the heck am I? Why does everything seem so… different?"

"Okay, back up." Lori said, looking 'Mad Dawg' up and down. "What's your real name?"

"Mad Dawg." Mad Dawg answered.

"No. Your real name."

"It's ah… Captain pissoff…" Mad Dawg scowled ripping another shard of glass form his body, and the wound seemed to be mending itself.

"What's happening to your body?" Leni asked, staring in shock at the healing wounds.

"I have a healing factor." Mad Dawg answered, trying to stand, only for his legs to give out and he fell back onto the road, crying out in pain. "I should be dead."

"I'll say." Lori frowned, still not liking the look of 'Mad Dawg' (she didn't believe that was his real name). "You look like you were in a war."

"I was." Mad Dawg growled, pushing himself back up. "I set off a bagful of grenades, it was supposed to kill me…"

"Where did you come from?" Leni now asked, amazed that Mad Dawg was alive.

"It's a long story." Mad Dawg shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

The two sisters went quiet again, not sure what to do.

"Your… healing factor, how much of this will it heal?" Lori asked, looking at the still rather damaged body.

"Most of it." Mad Dawg shrugged, before crying out in pain as he seemed to push his leg back into place. "The glass and remains in my body are slowing it down, I'll need to pull it all out before I can fully heal."

"We need to take you to a hospital." Leni said, it sounded like she was more talking to herself, rather than to Mad Dawg.

"That's a bad idea." Mad Dawg groaned and he cracked his shoulder.

"Why would that be?"

"Regardless of what you say or do, call an ambulance, or take me there yourself, there's a really high chance you'll go down for irresponsible driving. Heck, that's the best case scenario, on the other side, it'd be attempted vehicular manslaughter at the worst."

"What!?" Leni shouted, anger in her voice. "You fell on our car!"

"Yeah? If the cops come back out here, what will they see? Any bridge? And trees?" Mad Dawg countered, his face re-gaining some of its colour. "You think they'll believe me if I tell them how I got here?"

"Something tells me you don't want the hospital to see you." Lori remarked.

"Kinda, yeah." Mad Dawg nodded. "Again, you think they'll believe me if I tell them anything about who I am?"

"So, what do you want?" Leni now sighed.

"I can fix your car." Mad Dawg said, surprising the two women. "I can pull the dents out, clean the blood off, and if anyone asks about the windshield, you can say a deer ran across the road, then kept running."

"And what do you get out of this?" Leni asked with a raised brow.

"I need a shower." Mad Dawg answered simply. "And some pliers, and alcohol."

The two sisters looked at Dawg with uncertainty. On the one hand, he had a point, there was a good chance if they took him to a hospital, no one would believe their story about where he came from. On the other hand, how would the others react to him?

"If we get you a place to clean up, you can fix the van?" Leni asked. "How quickly?"

"Patching myself up may take a few hours, and clean up might take a bit, but fixing your van should take two hours at most.

"That seems impossible." Lori stated. "Cleaning up the van, pulling the dents out, washing the whole thing… it would take a professional a day or two!"

"Yeah, but this kid appeared out of nowhere, seemed burned to death, got back up and has been self-healing." Leni sighed, seemingly admitting defeat. "And besides, we technically did hit him…"

"Well… Mom and dad are gone for the weekend…" Lori said thoughtfully. "If he's telling the truth, he could easily do all that before they get back and no one would be the wiser."

Leni took her sister a few feet away, back towards the van before speaking again.

"I don't like this." She said flatly. "He seems like a psychopath!"

"Look, I'm not saying I like this." Lori replied. "But I think we're screwed if we don't help him, if we do, and he's telling the truth, it'll be a lot better to hide what happened rather than try and explain it to mom and dad."

"Lori? Leni?"

The two turned and saw Luna leaning out form the side of the van.

"What's going on? How is he alive?"

"We'll explain in a second!" Lori called.

"He attacked you! HE nearly cut your eye out!" Leni countered, anger returning to her voice.

"Did you hear what he said? I think he came from a war." Lori simply replied.

"So, you believe him?!"

"No, but how do you explain what he's been doing?"

Leni's eye twitched and she bit her lip before groaning in annoyance.

"Fine." She hissed. "Let's get him in the van."

Lori walked back to vanzilla, while Leni walked back to Mad Dawg, who was weakly trying to get up.

"I'm only going to say this once." She said sternly, standing over Mad Dawg. "If you try and hurt ANYONE, regardless of what happens. You will be sorry."

Mad Dawg blinked, his face seemingly saying 'If you knew anything about me, you'd know that meant nothing.' But he nodded.

"Of course." He coughed. "Once I fix the van, you won't see me again."

"Alright then." Leni calmly said as she knelt down and put one of Dawg's arms around her shoulder. The skin felt hot, and Dawg grunted in pain as she helped him walk back towards the van.

"I'm Leni by the way. Leni Loud."

"As long as I'll be here, you can call me Kace if you don't wanna call me by my real name." Mad Dawg replied.

Once the two reached the van, Lori returned with a blanket and put it around Dawg.

"Thanks." He nodded as he slowly entered. When he got into the van he looked at the punk-rocker and the white-haired boy and the sports lover staring in shock up at him.

"That's like the sixth or seventh time you've used 'Shocked' dude." Mad Dawg thought. "Try using the thesaurus…"

"Hey." Mad Dawg said with a weak nod. "I'm Mad Dawg."

Taking a seat in one of the empty seats, Lori sat down and put the keys in the ignition, turning the van around.

"Shouldn't we call the police or something?" Lynn Jr. asked.

"No." Mad Dawg shook his head, pulling a chunk of debris from his right arm, and the wound healing. "I'll live."

Those who hadn't seen this watched in amazement, Lincoln looking up at Dawg, then back at his arm, then back up at Dawg.

"Are you like, a superhero or something?" Lincoln asked.

"No. Not a superhero." Mad Dawg shook his head, then quietly added: "I'm a mutant."

The rest of the ride was quiet. When they finally returned, Lori headed in to turn on the shower, and to make sure the others wouldn't notice the bloody figure making his way through the house. As Mad Dawg got up, Lincoln noticed that there was a mark, maybe a brand or a tattoo of a 'T' on his left underside of his arm.

"Hey, what's with the 'T'?" He asked, only to notice Dawg stiffen and breathe irradicably.

"Nothing." He growled before leaving and entering the Loud House. Noticing Leni standing near a door, he made his way over and entered the bathroom.

"Thanks." He nodded. "Bring the van into the garage, I'll fix it for ya."

Leni nodded, still not entirely believing him, but also willing to roll the dice and see if he could fix it like he claimed he could. As Dawg peeled a mangled, torn and blood-stained shirt off, she noticed both how many scars he had, and the fact that he seemed decently built. Then she realized he was starting to take the rest of his clothes off, and quickly closed the door.

Before stepping into the shower, Dawg saw the pliers sitting on the counter, as well as a bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"How did I get here?" He wondered to himself as he put the pliers into the sink and began pouring the alcohol over it to clean them. "I shouldn't be alive… Is this heaven? No. It can't be, I'm bleeding. Then… no. It isn't hell either. I think."

Stepping into the shower, Mad Dawg sighed, looking at the chunks sticking out from his body, knowing this was going to hurt. Thankfully, he was able to distract himself as he worked.

"Lori and Leni seem nice enough… But can I trust them? If they know who I am… WHAT I am… How would they react to that?"

Blood was pooling at his feet as Dawg groaned and pulled the remains of glass, stone and metal from his body.

"Where am I though?" He continued thinking. "Jesse… Angela… Jack… Are they okay? Am I even in the same year as them? The same dimension?!"

"No." He answered after a few moments. "The tech, the cars… it's not the same. I'm somewhere new… Can I get back?"

Scrubbing the dirt, debris and blood off of his body, Mad Dawg thought of something completely different.

"Should I go back?" He wondered. "After all I did… What the hell am I thinking?! Of course, I should! They probably all think I'm dead! And I might be!"

Finally satisfied, Mad Dawg got out of the shower and picked up a towel from the pile, drying himself off, he grimaced when he saw how filthy it was… Whoops. Grabbing another one, he wrapped it around his waist (as he didn't want to put his old, torn clothes back on) he heard banging on the door and opened it.

"Seriously Lincoln! What's taking you so lo-"

Mad Dawg looked down at a younger girl with messy hair and a chipped tooth, who looked back up at the shirtless Mad Dawg and trailed off. Mad Dawg didn't say anything, but picked up the garbage bag he had put his clothes into and left, feeling eyes as he walked back across the hall.

Entering the garage again, he looked over at Leni who blinked in surprise.

"Wait. Do you…" She began.

"No." Mad Dawg shook his head.

"…Uh… Wait here." Leni finally said, heading back inside. About a minute later, she returned with a pair of track pants and a t-shirt.

"Here. No one claimed these after the last laundry shuffle." She said, handing him the clothes. "Just…" She paused when she saw he seemed immensely better, most of his wounds were gone and his skin seemed cleaner.

"How did you…" She finally asked.

"Like I said, I heal." Mad Dawg shrugged taking the clothes. "Thanks, by the way."

Leni didn't know what to say, so she wordlessly left as Mad Dawg got to work. First, he turned his attention to the dents, knowing the bloodstains would be easy to remove regardless. He looked around the garage for a minute, finding the first two parts of what he needed, a plunger and a magnet. Setting them on the steps, he found a hammer and threw it up in a spin before catching it again. Setting it down, he realized what he was missing.

"Yo! Leni!" He called. A few moments later the brown-haired woman appeared.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I need wither some boiling water or a hair dryer." He remarked. Leni blinked but shrugged walking back in and getting a hair dryer before bringing it back out to him. "Thanks."

Leni nodded in reply and paused, interested as to what he was doing. She watched as Mad Dawg duct taped a few small magnets onto the plunger, then spent about forty seconds heating up the large dents. He then pushed the plunger down and strained as he pulled it back up. There was that odd sound of metal waving as the dent came pack up, and Dawg gently tapped a few of the edges back down. To Leni's surprise, it looked like it had never been there.

"One down, more to go." Mad Dawg said aloud, looking over the hood. Leni watched as he carefully smoothed out the dents, taking almost paranoid levels of precaution. Eventually she figured he wasn't going to firebomb the car and went back in. A few minutes later, Lincoln came out.

"Hey… Mad Dawg? Not sure if you wanted it, but I got a can of Phoenix Energy for you."

Mad Dawg looked back, still not sure who was who in this world yet, before speaking.

"Oh, thanks kid." He remarked. Catching the can.

"I'm Lincoln." Lincoln introduced himself. "This might be a dumb question-"

"Yes, my name really is Mad Dawg." Mad Dawg answered coolly, cracking the can open and taking a sip. "Oh, dude! That is great!"

"In the car you said you were a mutant or something? Is that how you survived?" Lincoln asked as he watched Dawg keep working. Mad Dawg stopped and turned around slowly, and Lincoln was afraid he had overstepped a boundary.

"Okay. I have some questions, and I know you have some questions. This stays between us; got it?" Mad Dawg finally said.

"Y..yeah!" Lincoln exclaimed, a bit surprised by Dawg's answer.

"To answer your biggest question… technically speaking, I'm a mutant." Mad Dawg began, settling the plunger down and picking up a bottle of bleach. "I don't wanna go into details, but my healing ability is part of that." He seemed to be mixing stuff around before putting his hand in with a sponge, grunting in pain as Lincoln realized he had just put his hand into a bucket of bleach.

"Are you okay?!"

"Yeah. Probably should've thought that through…" He muttered. Pulling his hand out and beginning to wash the blood stains with the mixture, Lincoln watched as his hand seemed to be healing. "I'm fine now."

"How do you do that?" Lincoln asked in amazement.

"Dunno." Mad Dawg lied with a shrug.

"Where did you come from? You just seemed to fall out of nowhere." Lincoln then asked.

"Honestly, I think… I'm either from the future, or from another dimension." Mad Dawg finally said, his tone clearly saying: 'I know you think I'm crazy, but I'm being honest.'

Lincoln just blinked in surprise.

"I know you think I'm crazy… and if your… sister? I think? Grabbed my bag, and my stuff is still in it, I can prove it to you when I'm done."

"Okay, let's say I believe you." Lincoln said, noticing Mad Dawg roll his eyes with a 'Oh boy, here we go' look. "How did you get here?"

"I don't know." Mad Dawg shook his head. "The last thing I remember, I was literally blowing myself up… and then I saw the road for a millisecond, then you guys hit me."

The two sat in silence for a few moments. Mad Dawg took another sip from his drink.

"So how many of you are there?" Mad Dawg then asked. "There's you, and I've met four others."

"I have ten sisters." Lincoln replied, and Mad Dawg spat out his drink in shock.

"I'm sorry, WHAT!?" Mad Dawg half-exclaimed, half-laughed.

"Yeah, there's eleven of us." Lincoln nodded. "I'm the only guy."

"Man, that must suck…" He muttered.

"Eh, it has its ups and downs." Lincoln shrugged. "I'm used to it, and besides, they're family."

Mad Dawg thought it over, then nodded.

"Sure, I can believe that." He conceded.

"Hey, how are things-" Leni began but stopped in surprise when she saw the van. The dents were smoothed out to the point you couldn't see them if you didn't know they were there, the blood was completely gone, and the windshield was gone, now leaned up against the wall.

"How did you…" She began.

"Well, the blood came out pretty well, but I'll need to wipe the whole van down, the cleaned look may raise some questions, as for the windshield, you're gonna need to replace it. Leave that to me." Mad Dawg explained, looking over the van. "Other than that, I'm gonna need to essentially air freshen this place so much it might increase the carbon emissions of the planet by five percent, but believe me, trying to get the smell of blood out of there will take a LOT."

"O..okay." Leni blinked, still unable to fully comprehend how well Mad Dawg had managed to fix their van.

"The windshield will raise questions, but all just say it was a deer or something, they won't question it." Mad Dawg finished, turning back to Leni.

"So, what's your plan now?" Lincoln asked.

"No idea." Mad Dawg shrugged. "Once I'm done here, I'll probably hit the road. My job here will be done."

Mad Dawg didn't expect anyone to say 'Do you have to go?', because… they didn't know him, and honestly, he was okay with that. He had… actually, scratch that. He didn't have any plans.

"Before you do, we were gonna order pizza." Leni remarked. "If you want, you can stay."

"I shouldn't." Mad Dawg shook his head.

"Look, after running you over and you fixing our van, I think it's the least we can do." Leni insisted.

"Gonna be one of these days, ain't it?" Mad Dawg thought. "Go form fighting in a war to eating pizza within hours… Guess that's how it's gonna be."

"Alright." Mad Dawg nodded. "Pizza sounds good."

A.N. Welcome, one and all. To the Loud Dawg House!

Honestly, I have no idea why I chose The Loud House to be the follow up to Mad Dawg's first adventure, but who cares? This time, I actually have things planned out. Will Dawg get home? Will hijinks ensue? Will everything that can go wrong go wrong?

Yes.