Here's the next chapter. Word of warning, there are at least three despicable characters I've thought of in this story so far, and Lynn is one of them. I portray Lynn in a very unlikeable light to drive home how badly thought up the plot for "No Such Luck" was. Luckily, she's only dislikeable in the first few chapters and gets better as the story progresses. The other two despicable characters are two of the true antagonists of this story who are dislikeable in order to give the readers someone to root against. As bad as Lynn is, the real villains are still worse.

That night at the Loud House, everyone was celebrating Lynn's big victory with a big dinner. It shouldn't feel like a special occasion because they had been doing this for the past few weeks now. Sometimes it was for Lola, sometimes for Lori, but most of the time it was for Lynn. But this night, they were celebrating the last game Lynn won before she could finally move on to playing in the championship. This night's meal was Lynn's favorite, spicy meatball subs. The younger sisters were sitting in the living room watching TV, the older sisters and their mother were in the dining room setting the table, their father was in the kitchen cooking the dinner, and their only brother and son was upstairs wondering how much longer he could put up with this insanity while sitting in the small empty space that had once been his room. The eleven year old felt that he should feel a little happy for his sister's success, but this constant disregard for his feelings and wellbeing was making it harder and harder to feel any pride for her accomplishments.

"Leni, could you go upstairs and ask your brother to come down and help me?" Lynn Sr. asked his second eldest daughter. "I could use a little good luck to make sure this meal turns out perfect."

"Okay Dad," Leni agreed and made her way upstairs. "Lincoln, Dad needs your help with dinner," the fashionista said knocking on her brother's door. "He needs some of your good luck to make sure everything turns out great."

"Of course he does," he responded in a sarcastic and bitter tone of voice.

"Is everything okay?" Leni asked concerned.

"Yeah, everything is fan-freakin'-tastic!" Lincoln responded in the same sarcastic and bitter tone followed by a small sickly cough. "This squirrel suit smells like roses and daisies, and it's filled with candy and ice cream!"

"Ooooo! That's sounds cool!" Leni obliviously commented with excitement. "You should totes share some with the rest of us after dinner. I like gummi bears." Then the blonde teen walked away to join the rest of the family downstairs.

For a long moment, Lincoln just sat in his empty room as he felt something inside finally snap. While he knew he shouldn't be surprised of this kind of thing coming from Leni, but it was that this point that the eleven year old finally realized enough was enough.

"Alright, I'm done with this," Lincoln said deciding to make a stand before letting out another sickly cough.

Back downstairs, almost the entire family was seated at the dinner table, with the exception of Lynn Sr. and Lincoln.

"How's that grub comin', Pop-Star?" Luna asked her dad.

"Almost done," the patriarch responded. "Now where is that good luck charm?"

Suddenly, everyone heard footsteps coming down the stairs and stop at the entrance of the dining room. Everyone instantly knew it was Lincoln.

"Finally! It's about time you got down here," Lola complained. "Now get in the kitchen. I'm getting hungr-RREEEEEEEEEYYYYEEEE!" The six year old pageant winner let out a shocked and disgusted squeal when she saw her brother.

The rest of the sisters and their mother all stared with dropped jaws. Not only was Lincoln not wearing the 'lucky' squirrel suit but he also looked extremely unhealthy. His skin had lost some color and his eyes were a little red. Not to mention he also smelled like body odor.

"Bro, what happened to you?!" a concerned Luna asked her brother.

"And why do you literally smell like BO?" Lori asked holding her nose.

"It would appear that long confinement in that mascot outfit and less exposure to sunlight and fresh air has had detrimental effects on our sole male sibling's health," Lisa said matter-of-factly.

"Well, if he doesn't put that suit back on, it will be detrimental to our health," Lynn said.

"Lynn, did you not hear what Lisa just said?!" an annoyed and sickly Lincoln asked before coughing.

"Most of the things that come out of her mouth are hard to understand, so I don't listen to a single things she says," Lynn bluntly admitted.

"Story of my life," Lisa responded brushing off Lynn's comment.

"Come on son, this dinner is very important and I don't want anything to go wrong," Lynn Sr. complained.

"What if Dad overcooks the meatballs?" Lynn Jr. asked.

"Or what is he uses the wrong ingredients?" Lucy joined in.

"Or what if Pop-Star burns himself while cooking?" Luna added.

"Now go put that suit back on!" Lola ordered her big brother.

"Lincoln please," Rita asked her son politely. "Listen to your sisters."

Everything that was happening so far was agitating Lincoln more and more. How was it that whenever he was accused of something bad he got the worst of it, and whenever his sisters did something bad they got a pass? How was it that everyone listened to their side of things and completely ignored his?! Usually Lincoln was a very patient person when it came to his big family, but these last few weeks had really taken their toll on the boy's mental and physical state. This time, he was going to try and put his foot down.

"No!" Lincoln calmly refused. This caused the rest of his family to gasp in complete and utter shock. No one did anything. They didn't know what to do. Lincoln had never defied his family before, especially not his own parents. "That thing smells, it's hot, and it's embarrassing to have to wear in public."

"I literally don't see how that is our problem," Lori uncaringly responded. Several sisters yelled in agreement with her. Seeing this debate was going to take a while, the eldest Loud daughter started texting on her phone.

"So none of you think that has gone too far?" Lincoln angrily asked and let out a cough. "Ever since this whole 'luck' thing started, you've ignored every word I've said and started treating me like a bad omen or a tool and not as a member of this family, or even a human being for that matter. You guys aren't even giving me a choice in the matter!"

"Oh Linky, you do have a choice," Leni said in a sweet and sympathetic sounding tone. "You either wear the lucky squirrel suit and bring us good luck or stay out of the house so you don't bring us bad luck."

"Leni, that's not a choice, that's an ultimatum," the white-haired eleven year old corrected her.

"Lincoln, you know as well as the rest of us that Leni doesn't know what that word means," Lisa told her brother. Everyone else voiced their agreement.

"It's true," Leni admitted.

"Obviously," the boy replied in a bitter tone.

"Now if you don't mind," Lynn said. The tone of her voice sounded like she was growing more agitated by the second. "Get your butt back upstairs and put that suit back on!"

"I told you I'm not wearing that suit anymore!" Lincoln refused. "It's just a stupid mascot suit! There's nothing magical about it!"

"Well, we believe it is!" Lola angrily retorted.

"We're not liking your attitude, bro," Luna voiced her complaint.

"Come on, Lincoln," Lana complained. "Don't ruin dinner for us."

"Yeah, don't push your luck," Luan giggled at her joke. "Get it?"

Everyone groaned at the comedian's bad joke.

"I tried so hard to be the nice, helpful brother and son that best suited all of you," Lincoln ranted. "I thought you'd all show me a little more appreciation than this!"

"Well, let me tell you something, Lame-o," Lynn said. "Respect isn't a right, it's a privilege. It's something that has to be earned." Hearing this made Lincoln's blood boil. Apparently, by Lynn's standards, after all the good things he's done for his family, he still hasn't earned any respect. "Besides, we all remember it was you who caused me to lose my first softball game."

"I keep trying to tell you guys I'm not bad luck!" Lincoln furiously yelled. He was really starting to lose patience.

"Then how do you explain that loss? I'm Lynn Loud Jr.! I'm a winner, and winners never lose! You even admitted yourself that you're bad luck."

"I told you, I lied so I could have some time to myself!"

"Yeah right! Like we're going to believe that," Lynn retorted unconvinced. The others nodded and voiced their agreement with her.

"So me being a jinx is more believable than me lying to all of you just to have some 'me' time?"

"YES!" the rest of the family all said in unison.

Lincoln hung his head in disgust and defeat. How could he think he could ever reason with such backwards-thinking insanity?

"Now, if you won't put on the 'Good Luck' suit," Lynn said in a threatening tone. "Then GET OUT, STINKOLN!"

"Fine," Lincoln replied in a defeated tone. "Lori did tell me 'this family supports itself'. I thought that would've included me as well. I guess I wrong, again."

The sad and sickly white haired adolescent slowly started making his way to the backdoor of the house with his head still hanging. Only his parents, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lucy, Lana, and Lily looked like they were feeling sorry for him.

"How long?" Lincoln asked stopping at the door.

"Until you agree to put that suit back on," Lynn replied.

"No, I mean how long do you think you can keep this up?" Lincoln rephrased his question. This caught the rest of the family off guard.

"What do you mean?" a confused Lana asked.

"Do you think – (cough) Do you think Clyde is going to think it's fair the way you guys are treating his best friend? Do you think Ronnie Anne will be happy with what you're all putting me through? Do you think Pop-Pop will allow you to treat his only grandson like an outcast or an object?" The things Lincoln said got his family to start thinking seriously about this whole situation. A few of them started to look nervous. Others, including Lynn, didn't seem bothered. "If you guys are going to listen to anything I have to say, do it now. What I'm trying to tell you is not everyone will be as superstitious as you are. You can't keep this up forever!"

"Just watch us!" Lynn responded taking her brother's warning as a challenge.

With his last attempt to reason with his insanely superstitious family failed, Lincoln walked out of the house and slammed the backdoor behind him. However, his words didn't have zero effect on the rest of family. Some of them knew there were some truth to his words. There was no way they could keep this up forever. But none of them knew what to do.

"You know, leaving him out there all night won't be good for his health," Lisa said reminding everyone of their sole brother and son's current condition.

"And letting him walk around this house with his bad luck uncontained won't be good for our health," Lynn argued.

"What if he's right, guys?" Luna nervously asked.

"Everything that comes out of that jinx's mouth is bad luck. Don't listen to it," Lynn assured her family. "As long as we have him wear that 'Lucky' suit or keep as far away from us as possible, nothing bad will ever happen. Besides, you all have the Chosen One of the Softball Gods on your side." The more games Lynn won over the past weeks, the more her superstitions grew. It eventually got to the point that she started believing she was some sort of messiah chosen by her 'gods' to lead Royal Woods into a new age of sports. "Now forget about him. We're got more important things to think about. Like my big championship coming up."

"Well, let's just hope this doesn't turn out just like that 'Dirty Sock' incident," Lana said. This made the rest of the family groan in disgust, gag, and cringe as bad memories flowed through their minds.

"That almost made me lose my appetite," Lucy said with a quiver.

"Lana please, we're just about to eat," Rita scolded her daughter.

"Maybe I should get some towels just in case," Leni suggested.

Outside in the backyard, under the dark and cold night sky, Lincoln once again found himself being unfairly alienated from his family and the cozy warmth of his home. Only this time, it was worse because he was feeling very sick and the cold outdoors wasn't helping his condition.

"I just had to lie about being bad luck," the miserable and sickly white haired boy cursed himself. Despite how cross he was with his family, he knew he had to take some responsibility for the predicament he was in. "Me and my big mouth."

He walked over to the doghouse where the family's Pitbull Terrier, Charles, slept, knelt down and looked in through the doorway.

"Move over, Charles," Lincoln ordered the dog. Just like last time, the canine growled at him. This just made the boy's frustration grow even more. He was not in the mood for this. "I said MOVE!" he demanded more aggressively. This made the growling mutt shake and whimper in fear. However, Lincoln wasn't done. "Some 'Man's Best Friend' you turned out to be! How can you believe in such nonsense like the rest of them?! YOU'RE A DOG! (cough) You're supposed to be loyal to your owners! You know what, Charles? (cough) That makes you a bad dog. A very, (cough) VERY BAD DOG! And bad dogs don't deserve to sleep under a cozy roof at night. Now get out!"

The harsh words in Lincoln's rant hit the Pitbull hard. As he shamefully started walking out of his doghouse, he looked up at his owner with sad, apologetic puppy eyes.

"Go on!" Lincoln said ignoring the look in his eyes. He was not in a forgiving mood tonight.

The shameful mutt walked a few feet from his doghouse, walked around in a circle three times, and lay himself down on the cold grass. He watched as his sickly young owner made his way into the place that once been his sleeping quarters.

Inside the doghouse, Lincoln was struggling to make himself comfortable while angrily complaining to himself.

"Stupid superstitious – (cough)! Lost my family, my room, my dignity, and now I'm sick!" the sickly boy grumbled. "I hope something comes along to finally put an end to this insanity, I don't care what it is." With that, the cold, hungry, sick, miserable adolescent started to fall asleep.

Less than a half hour later, two cars pulled up and parked in front of the Loud House. One of them was a police car and the other was a black SUV. One person stepped out of the police car and two people stepped out of the SUV.

"Shall we go knock on the front door?" asked one of the people who stepped out of the SUV. The voice sounded female.

"No. If this is anything like that 'Dirty Sock' incident, the backdoor is safer," said the person who stepped out of the cop car. The voice sounded male.

While he had finally drifted off to sleep, Lincoln was suddenly woken up by the sound of knocking on the doghouse. Thinking it was his family come to bother him, the boy's anger grew.

"You know guys, I'm getting really sick and tired of … You're not my sisters," Lincoln's anger suddenly turned to nervousness when he poked his head out of the doghouse and saw that the people who had woken him up were not his family. They were a heavy and gruff-looking police officer with a black moustache, a tall and slender dark brown haired woman who appeared to be in her early 40s, and a slender light brown haired man who looked to be in his mid-thirties. Both the man and the woman were wearing dark grey suits with badges containing the initials CPS on them. The woman was wearing a pair of black sunglasses. All three of these people looked very serious and intimidating. "Is there a problem?"

"Is your name Lincoln Loud?" the woman asked.

"Y…Yes," the boy nervously answered.

"Is this your home?" the woman asked pointing to the house.

"Yes," Lincoln answered in an even more nervous sounding tone.

"Is your family home?"

"Y…Y…Yes."

"Do they know you're out here by yourself?" the woman asked in a more disapproving tone of voice that made the already nervous boy even more nervous. "And in this very unhealthy state?"

Lincoln took a huge nervous gulp. When he asked for something to put an end to this madness, this was not what he had in mind. As upset as he was with his family, he didn't think they deserved to be in this kind of trouble.

"Now hold on, this isn't as bad as it look–" the boy tried to explain, but then suddenly burst into long coughing fit. When he finally stopped, he saw that the expressions on everyone's faces meant that they now absolutely sure something wasn't right at this house. "Uh oh!"

The man in the suit grabbed the boy's arm and they all walked up to the backdoor of the house. Lincoln bit his lower lip as the woman raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Not that jinx again!" he heard Lynn complain.

"Mom! Dad! Make him go away!" he heard Lola yell.

Then he heard his parents' footsteps approaching the door.

"Look Sweetie," he heard his mother's voice behind the door and saw the doorknob turning. "We'll let you back in if you promise to wear that 'Lucky' suit and behaAAAAAVVVVVVEEEEEE!" Rita and Lynn Sr. nearly jumped when they opened the door to find their only son standing with two people in suits and a cop. Lincoln saw that his folks looked just as nervous as he did.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Lynn Sr. nervously asked the policeman.

"Lynn and Rita Loud?" the woman asked sternly.

"That's us," Rita answered nervously.

"I am Brenda, and this is my partner, Derek," the woman introduced herself and her partner. "We are members of Children's Protective Services, and we received a report that a child of this household was being treated unjustly. Is this boy your son?"

"Y…Yes," Lynn Sr. answered. Sweat started dripping from his and his wife's foreheads.

"We found this young man sleeping in the doghouse and he clearly looks like he should be in bed instead of out here where he can even sicker than he already is," Derek told them gesturing to Lincoln.

Both Rita and Lynn Sr. looked extremely anxious as they both realized they were about to be in big trouble.

"Okay, listen, I know this looks bad," Lynn Sr. attempt to reason with their new unexpected guests. "But why don't you come inside and let us explain."

"Why don't you explain it to the judge," the officer said slapping a pair of cuffs on the patriarch's hands.

Lincoln could only watch in horror as his own parents were both handcuffed right before his eyes.

"Lynn and Rita Loud, you have the right to remain silent," the officer told them. "Anything you say will be used against you in a court of law."

"What is literally going on here?!" everyone heard Lori yell.

They turned and saw all ten Loud sisters staring in shock as they watched their parents being handcuffed.

"Girls, I'm afraid you're all coming downtown with us," Brenda told them. "Your parents are under arrest on suspicions of child abuse."

"But Mom and Dad have never done anything bad to us!" Leni protested.

"We just found your brother sleeping outside in your yard," Derek informed the girls.

"Yeah, so?" a confused Lynn Jr. replied.

"There are laws against certain treatment of minors," Brenda told the sisters.

"But Lincoln's never worked in underground tunnels," Leni said.

"Minors not miners, Leni," Lisa corrected her sister. "As in a person under the age of 18."

"Yes, and did any of you know that it is illegal in many American states to evict minors from their homes?" Brenda asked in a very stern, disapproving, and intimidating tone.

The Louds sisters could only stand still where they were and sweat with expressions of extreme anxiety and fear on their faces. They knew they were all in very BIG trouble.

"Is Michigan one of them?" Luan nervously asked.

Well, it looks like Lincoln's family are about to face the consequences for what they've done. The next chapter, which is the trial, will either be a long one or a two parter.