Hello all and welcome back to my very first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it and feel compelled to continue reading as the story continues.

As mentioned previously the base idea for this fan fiction stems mostly from RedHerald's Without Sin, and as such there will be some similarities, but I promise this will change as time goes by. After all two rivers can have the same origin.

Please take into account that this is a bit of a rough draft and I will most likely end up tweaking it a bit during the weekend.

* The Loud House is owned by Nickelodeon.
* The Sin Kids are owned by their various creators.
* I do not claim ownership of any of them.

Warning: Please make sure to read the warnings on the first page so as to not be disappointed.

Some fun facts!

1.) There is no sound in space.
2.) Many astronauts have commented that space has a sweetish taste and smell. Almost like berries.
3.) Space is neither very hot nor very cold. It's apparently just chilly. (As long as you stay away from any stars I guess.)

I made some changes to the chapter as I wasn't happy with the original one. It felt rushed and badly written.

Chapter 2: A Sinful Beginning Part 2 (Edited: 24/09/2022)

There he was. Lincoln Loud. Your average twenty-one year old floating through nothingness alongside a bunch of lab junk that had gotten sucked into the void with him. He must have died? Lisa's experiment must have backfired and killed him. What else could have happened? This blackness devoid of anything couldn't be all that awaited us when we die. If it was did the trash really have to come with? "Sigh." For a moment there he sounded just like Lucy. Lucy… Mom… Dad…. His sisters. He'd never get to see any of them again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't visit more often." He closed his eyes. "If only I could see you all again."

Opening his eyes Lincoln turned his head to the right and spotted the bare back of a naked woman covered in a dark red linen sheet. At least he hoped it was a woman. He wasn't ready for the inner realization if it wasn't. "Hm, baby... did the storm wake you up?" The woman next to him asked in a raspy yet sweet sounding voice as she gave an absentminded reach around pat towards her bed mate. "Try and go back to sleep." Shaking his head Lincoln could only assume he had gotten so drunk he'd hooked up with some random woman as the room started spinning and he unceremoniously blacked out.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Instinctively the white haired man reached over and silenced the beeping digital alarm clock. What kind of monster sets their alarm clock to seven o'clock on a Saturday morning? Wait... He didn't have an alarm clock. He used his phone as an alarm clock. Also, how did he know how to turn off the alarm? His eyes shot open. The early morning drowsiness tossed right out the window. This wasn't his room. He rubbed his forehead. He must have really gotten drunk last night. The woman! Damn it Lincoln! You went and got so drunk you slept with a random stranger. He internally chastised himself. What would his parents think? Groaning he slowly swung his feet off of the bed. "Kids, breakfast's ready!" Kids? Oh please tell him the woman he slept with wasn't married. A single mom he could handle. Enraged partner he could not. Lincoln was a lot of things, but a good fighter was not one of them. He'd spent enough time stuffed in a locker to prove it.

In a flash Lincoln jumped up and started gathering his belongings from a pile on the floor. "Belt. Where's my belt?" He asked hopping on one leg while tugging his pants on the other. Screw it. He'll buy a new one. Now he just needed to find a way out while avoiding whoever was home. Sliding over to the bedroom door he checked to make sure the coast was clear. Once he was sure it was the young man carefully tiptoed across the hall and down a nearby set of stairs. Growing more and more eager at the sight of front door he decided to jump the last couple of steps. Flinching and instantly regretting it as he made a loud thud landing at the foot of the staircase. Fuck. Too loud. Stupid Lincoln, stupid! Hopefully nobody Canada heard you! His neck quickly swiveled from side to side, praying nobody came to investigate what had made all that noise. Lucky for Lincoln nobody seemed to care. He patted himself on the back for his awesome ninja-like skills and opened the front door. "Hi dad!" There on the other side of the doorway stood a young girl with a bright smile, light brown hair, freckle covered cheeks and a chip in one of her front teeth just like him.

"D-Dad?" He worriedly looked behind him. He thought the girl's father had been standing right behind him, but when he turned around there was nobody there. (Ghost dad?) "Morning babe. You missed a great run. You should join us some time." Lincoln grew tense as he heard a familiar raspy voice and felt a pair of soft lips press against the back of his neck. "I'm gonna grab a quick shower before heading off. Feel free to join me."

Stuck in a daze all Lincoln could do was watch the woman who had kissed his neck's toned rear as she took the stairs two steps at a time. She had to have been the woman he slept with. Huh, damn Linc. You got game. Still, he needed to leave. Now. Whirling around he found his path blocked once more by the smiling girl. "You OK, dad?" "Me?" He replied. "I'm not your dad." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Little by little Lincoln began circling her until his back was to the doorway. It was time to make his escape. Quickly he spun around on the ball of his foot only to come face to chest (their face his chest) with a mature but very attractive bespectacled blonde woman in a business suit and a laptop bag in hand.

"Whoa there stud. Where are you off to?" The woman asked fixing her now crooked glasses. "L-Lori." Lincoln replied in total disbelief. He was well aware he hadn't seen his sister in person in over two years, but this Lori was way too old to be her. "Who else would it be?" She asked indignant as she pushed her way past him. "Loud and proud!" She shouted once inside only to be met by a chorus of "Proud to be loud!" from all over the place. Just what sort of madhouse was this? It looked off yet oddly like home. With a concerned look on his face and legs all but rattling the young man couldn't help but swear. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Language." A tall brunette in a purple blouse said as she came down the stairs. "You don't want to end up being the one filling the swear jar." She added with a little smirk. "No way, Lyra! Aunt Lori is way ahead of dad!" The girl from earlier gleefully remarked. Rolling her eyes the one named Lyra walked over and pecked Lincoln on the cheek. "Good morning father. You look... younger this morning. Maybe next time try using a little less of aunt Leni's anti-aging cream." She teased and headed over to where Lori was busy setting up her laptop on a large dining room table. Much like the rest of the place, the table reminded him of the one his parents had back at the "Loud House". "Morning aunt Lori." Lyra said placing a peck on the mature woman's cheek. "Oh, morning dear. Is your aunt Lynn up yet?" Lyra nodded. "Yeah, she's upstairs taking a shower." The younger girl interjected. "Now Lacy, it's rude to interrupt someone. Lyra, please make sure your aunt Lynn isn't late for drop-offs. It's her weekend." Lyra smiled and nodded once more. "I'll make sure she isn't." Wait. Lynn was here? Did she mean the woman from earlier? The one he'd slept with last night? That was Lynn!? His sister Lynn!? Just what was the hell was going on!? Who were these kids and why was everyone acting so strange!?

This girl, she was Lori and Lynn's niece? How was that even possible? She had to be at least sixteen. He thought eyeing the older child. When did one of his sisters go and have a secret child? Then there was the other one. She called Lynn mom. If she really was Lynn's daughter Lynn would have had to have had her when she was still a child. Lincoln knew he could be inattentive at times but he was sure he'd have noticed a pregnant Lynn growing up. No sports for months? She wouldn't have survived it. What's more they both thought he was their father. Now he was sure he didn't have any kids. And if he did they wouldn't be nearly as old as these two. And most importantly it wouldn't have been with Lynn!

Raising a curious brow the younger girl studied the confused look on Lincoln's face. "Aunt Lori, dad looks sick." (Yeah, and he felt sick too.) "What do you mean hun? You know your dad literally never gets sick." The blonde woman asked from where she sat eyes glued to her laptop screen. Some things never changed. "He looks like he's gonna throw up." Lacy added worriedly.

Wait a minute… "Lisa! Where's Lisa!? What happened to Lisa!? Lisa!" He yelled grabbing hold of the young girl's shoulders. "Dad, what's wrong?" Lacy asked as he shook her. "Where's Lisa!? Where's my sister!? What did you do to her!?" He continued to yell as he let go. "Father, please. Calm down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You're OK. We're all here for you." Lyra tried soothing Lincoln as she tentative stepped towards his side. All around him Lincoln could see more and more curious children pop up. Some of them even looked like younger versions of his sisters. "Who, who are you!? What's going on!?" He grabbed hold of the sides of his head and started to hyperventilate. The anomaly!? "Where's Lisa!? What happened to Lisa!?" He shouted as he spun around in circles. Feeling sicker by the second as the faces blurred together in a mess of colours… then whack!

Lincoln remembered hearing "Got him!" followed by screaming as a sudden stinging pain emanated from the back of his head. He slumped forward. First onto his knees and then with his left cheek flat against the floor. "Lupa! What did you do!?" Someone shouted. Slowly his eyes began rolling up as the world faded to black. And there standing next to him stood the culprit, a smug white haired girl with a baseball bat. "I've got to save... Lisa." Please tell him blacking out wasn't going to become a regular thing.

That's chapter two done and dusted. Hope it feels like it's moving at a good pace. I try and keep speech short whenever possible. We often choose the quickest way to say what we mean in real life. Why should a fan fiction be any different?

I've read a lot of fan fiction where Lincoln throws up after realizing "he" has Sin Kids. Taking the multiple cases of incest into consideration, I've never seen someone throw up from finding out they had a child they didn't know of. So I'm going to try and steer clear of that trope. (But I'm not American. Things might be different there.)

I really doubt you'll guess what's going to happen in the next few chapters. Guess right and I'll give you a shout out.

Till then, take care and stay safe.