The city of Royal Woods Michigan, so nice, so peaceful, so beautiful, and so serene most of times. It might not be as great and famous as other cities like Paris, Dakar, or Los Angeles, but it is still a nice kind of city.
While it can be peaceful, it has had some episodes, mostly for this very family that lives here.
Yes, the Loud Family. This family has many sorts of amazing, fun, yet wacky adventures and antics to cause. And thag is why it is not really easy (even though he has caused some mayhem of his own at times). "Watch out, Lynn!" said Lincoln. He was a boy with white hair, which looked rather unusual for many kids, but on the other hand, Edgar Winter is an albino human being. He was the only male child in the family and possibly the only sane sibling in it.
"Sorry Lincoln!" said Lynn. "I'm just working on my football skills. Can't wait for my big game! Whoo!"
she rushed towards Lincoln and tackled him to the ground, making him grunt.
"Touchdown! Yeah!" her slightly elder sister cheered before getting up. "You know, it's not easy being a fullback."
"You make it look easy, though." Lincoln pointed as he got back up.
"Yeah, I am pretty awesome." the sports sister boasted boldly. "Can there be anyone as awesome and cool as me?"
"No idea."
"Darn right!" then Lynn ran to her room, cheering for herself.
Lincoln looked at his adoring fans and began referencing: "Oh hi, you might know me, but I'm Lincoln Loud. Yeah, it's not easy being the only brother in this wacky family."
"Lana!" shrieked a little girl's voice. It was Lola, the bratty and spoiled girly-girl of the Loud Family. "Give that back or I'm telling mom!"
Then came Lana, the tomboy twin sister of the bratty present queen. "But I need it to repair vanzilla! Go get another screwdriver, Princess Pinchy!"
"I need that to fix my Princess ride!"
"There are other tools, Lola!" said Lana. "Cool your jets!"
"See what I mean?" Lincoln continued meta-referencing. "It can be literal Hell sometimes, but I can always count on my siblings, even if we don't always get along. There's no such thing as a perfect family as life goes."
He went downstairs to see what's on TV and turned it on to reveal the Dream Boat, one of his and his familys' favorite shows of all time. "Hey Linc!" said a cheerful, slightly raspy voice. "How you doing today?" It was Luna, one of Lincolns' closest sisters and the rocker of the family.
"I'm doing ok, Luna."
"Cool. So I'm gonna go down to Flip's place to get me a Flipee. You want one, dude?"
Lincoln smiled. "Yeah. that sounds good."
"Awesome. I'll get one for you then." Luna smiled. "I'll see you in a little while." she walked out the front door and hopped in Vanzilla where the father would be driving her in.
Flip was rather a cheapass sleazebag who would probably sell his own mother for a banana. Alas, he was (somewhat) good terms with the Loud Family, and he is always happy to take their money for every purchase he can get from them.
"Lincoln?" said Leni, the second eldest sister (and the most... naive sibling of the family). She came downstairs with two skirts in her hands. "Which skirts should I use in my newest fashion line: Rainbow or turquoise?"
"Why come to me, Leni?" asked Lincoln. "I mean, Lola and Lori are more into fashion."
"Yeah but Lori's talking to Bobby again and Lola's trying to kill Lana... again." Leni replied. "so which one should I use?"
"Maybe... Turquoise?" Lincoln said, trying to use his best guest.
"Ooh! totes a good idea." said Leni.
She ran back upstairs to give this color a try. Charles, the family dog, ran up to Lincoln, and whimpered a little. "What's wrong, Charlez?" asked Lincoln.
The dog pulled up his empty food bowl in his mouth to show Lincoln the problem he was having.
"Oh! you need your food refilled." Charles nodded a yes. "Coming right up, buddy." he got off the couch to give Charles what he wanted to have, and refilled his bowl.
Right as soon as he was done, however, he saw Lori take his seat with her left leg crossing over her right one.
"Lori, that's my spot!" Lincoln said.
"Sorry Lincoln," said Lori. "But you move your feet, you lose your seat. That, and I am the oldest sibling here. Whatever I say goes."
"Lori," said a stern voice. It was Rita with her hands on her hips, looking ready to discipline her eldest daughter. "This is Lincoln's spot, and you know the golden rule: first come, first served." Lincoln smiled with hope and knew that Lori was going to get her just desserts for this.
"But mom, i'm the oldest sibling."
"Yes, but you need to think about others and it's not always age that counts. First come, first served."
"Fine." Lori sighed. "Sorry Lincoln, here's your seat back." then she got off the couch to give Lincoln his spot back, and got into another part of the couch.
"Thank you, Lori." Lincoln smiled.
"Whatever." the eldest sister sighed.
"Thanks mom." said Lincoln to his mother gratefully.
"Don't mention it, sweetie." Rita said. As she exited the room to work on one of her novels to publish, Lincoln sat in his spot again and watched some Dream Boat, and he was enjoying it, as it was one of his favorite shows to watch.
"Not everything's about you, Lori." he said to her.
"I literally know that better than anyone." Lori retorted. "I mean, who wouldn't?"
Later On in the day
An hour and a half passed and Lincoln was getting some ice cream at Aunt Pam's, and the line was a little longer than usual. Perhaps a new flavor was being sold today. Alas, he got himself a soft-serve vanilla cone and enjoyed this dessert for himself. "This is so good." said Lincoln. Then he remembered something, he needed to get his dad some kale juice from the juice store and he did just that while finishing off his ice cream.
When he got to the juice store, he saw a very beautiful girl that was obviously taller than him, and had a grey shirt that was strapless and revealing, and short black shorts with a crescent moon showing on her right flank. Half her head was shaved and the other half was long and the color of silver, and a piercing on her right eyebrow.
It was... peculiar to see a young, beautiful lady like her to have silver hair. Not only that, but she always has red eyes, another peculiar trait for a human to have. Alas, Lincoln needed to pick this juice up for his father. This... lady was having some coffee for herself from Starqueen. Maybe getting some juice for herself? He didn't know for sure.
Meanwhile, this gorgeous girl was drinking some of her coffee while looking at her phone and noticed Lincoln at the front counter to get some juice. The white hair caught her sights and was about to order something from the guy anyway. She walked up to Lincoln, and put her phone away, and she easily towered over him. Lincoln was still waiting for the owner of this juice store to come talk to him and give him the juice his dad wanted.
"Hey." said the tall girl. "How's it going?"
Lincoln looked at this lady, who had a blank look on her face, looking down on him. "Oh... hello." Lincoln said, looking a little nervous. "I'm doing ok... you?"
"Meh, so and so. Life is boring."
"OK."
"I'm not trying to sound rude for asking you kid, but what's with the white hair?" she pointed her left pointer at Lincoln's fluffy hairpiece.
"You don't like my hair?" asked Lincoln. "I don't know why it's like this, but I get it from my pop pop."
"No, no, no, don't take it the wrong way." said the lady. "I'm only curious, squirt."
"Ok. It's hereditary." Lincoln replied. "I'm not an old man or anything."
"I didn't say you were."
"So, what's with your hair?"
"Oh! Uh... i dyed it, simple as that." the girl looked nervous.
"OK then." Lincoln sighed. "And, your eyes. They're red?"
"Yeah, but it's a... disorder from being born. I mean, some kids in the world are born with very gigantic heads."
"Fair point." said Lincoln. "I'm not judging."
"Ah, i wouldn't care about what other people think. I never listen to other people's opinions."
"I haven't seen you around here before. You new here?"
"Well... no." the girl said. "I mean... i'm..."
"A drifter?"
"Yes! Exactly, a drifter."
As this girl continued talking, Lincoln noticed that this lady had some fangs in her mouth, and the canines looked sharper than an average human. Yes, this beautiful lady did seem very peculiar to meet. Her eyes, her hair, what was next? Is she from another world?
"Well, thank you for not judging me." Lincoln said. "I'm getting sick of people calling me an old man by mistake sometimes."
"Don't mention it. Whatever."
At last, the store owner came from the back room to greet Lincoln. "Sorry, little dude, I was fixing my chakras and my chimes."
"It's ok." Lincoln said. "I'm here to pick up an order for my dad.
"Ah yes, Lynn Loud Sr. Gotcha." then he looked at the girl next to Lincoln. "And what can I do for you, beautiful?"
"Don't go there." The lady rolled her eyes. "And don't even think about it either. You are not my type dipshit." she gave the owner a glare in a menacingly.
"I wasn't trying to... nevermind. What can I get for you?"
"Some all green juice for myself, dude." the lady replied
"Absolutely." the owner got the juices for both of them and gave it to them. Lincoln payed for his and the girl the same.
"Keep the change or whatever." said the lady.
"Thanks." Lincoln said in a more cheerful way.
"Come again soon."
Lincoln looked at the tall goth girl and looked a little uncomfortable and she raised her left eyebrow at him. "Nice talking with you I guess."
"Same. Catch you later." the lady sang in a monotonous voice. She walked out of the juice store and Lincoln after, looking at the mysterious lady whom he just talked to. Yes, she was unlike any girl he had met before. As Lincoln walked in a different direction, he looked around at how peaceful it was, and he was halfway home. Something grabbed him on the shoulder and yanked him in an alleyway. Three large men in trench coats confronted him and looked intimidating. "Hello." he said meekly
"W'sup?" said the leader
"Am i in trouble?"
"No, do we look like coppers to you, little man?" said the second man.
"If you were in trouble," said the third guy, "you would know."
"What do you want from me?" said Lincoln as he felt the leader grab his orange polo shirt in a rough manner.
"simple, you got any spare change you can give us?"
"What if... what if I don't have any spare change?"
The guy punched Lincoln in the stomach hard like a cannonball had hit him. "Gah!" he grunted. The blow made him wanted to throw up from all that force.
"Then the next time that hits you," he pulled out a bowie knife. "Then it will be this that will hit you, and I promise it's going to hurt."
Lincoln gulped and realized he had no choice. Either he gives these muggers what he's looking for, or he would lose his life like this. When he was about to reach into his wallet, a voice yelled. "Hey!" said a familiar female voice. "Leave him the fuck alone, fuckwads." Lincoln peeked over and it was the same girl that he talked to in the juice bar before. She looked angry and had her hands on her hips.
The men couldn't help but laugh and wolf-whistle at how beautiful and gorgeous she was. "Well, look at what we got here, boss." said the third man
"Yeah a beautiful bitch." the second one laughed after.
This lady began to growl showing her teeth.
"Come over and have some fun with some real men, eh?" said the leader of these muggers, with him and his friends doing sex gestures at her.
"You're fucking disgusting pieces of shit." the lady said. She rushed towards the second men at an impressive speed and threw some hot coffee in his face, making him scream in pain and fall on his knees.
"Vic!" said the two men.
The remaining two men looked angry. "You're fucking dead, bitch!" the third man shouted as he tried punching her. The lady did a few acrobatic flips and kicked him in the groin so hard, it made him fall on his knees two. Now for the first man, he pulled out a handgun to shoot her down, but the lady dodged many bullets with lightning speed, making Lincoln gape in awe. She began punching and kicking the man with mighty punches and kicks and she pulled out a chain sickle from her and used it to slice the leader in the chest, making him bleed out and yell.
"Whoa." Lincoln said to himself.
As the men were subdued and beaten, the lady walked up to them, and something weird was happening. She showed animal ears and a fluffy tail, and she didn't know that she slowly transformed into a monster, making Lincoln looked shocked.
"I knew there was something weird about this woman." Lincoln said. "She's a werewolf."
This... woman, whatever she was, began mauling the three men to death as they were screaming for mercy and begging for their lives to be spared. Alas, they all fell on death ears, and they continued to scream until they were dead. This creature mauled and clawed at them like a rabid animal on a rampage, and the air was smelling like blood and innards. As soon as they were dead, this girl realized that she was showing her true form. Then she looked at Lincoln, who looked surprised.
"You're... you're not going to hurt me, are you? And you're not going to eat me? I don't tase good anyway, I taste like veal sweet bread."
"No, of course not." said the lady. "I just saved you." she knelt down on one knee and was in front of him. "It's ok. I'm... a nice person."
"Yeah, i mean, i guess if you did want to eat me, you would just go after me next since werewolves are like that."
"Ugh." the creature facepalmed herself and made a small growl. "Look kid, hope your ears are fucking listening. I'm not a werewolf, I'm a Hellhound." she jabbed at his nose in a forceful way.
"Ow! ok I'm sorry." Lincoln.
"It's fine." the girl sighed.
"Well, thank you for saving me. I'm Lincoln, Lincoln Loud." the boy introduced himself.
"I didn't really ask, did i?"
"No, no really." the white-haired boy looked a little embarrassed. He got a closer look at this girl and in her true form, as a Hellhound, she had red sclera in her eyes and white irises and a dark gray nose and her hair covered the other half of it in her true form. It was funny, she looked very beautiful and very hot for a Hellhound. Although thr last time he heard about Hellhounds, Lincoln could think of Cerberus, or the Hound of the Baskervilles.
"Are you thinking about undressing me?" said the girl in an abrupt voice.
"What? No! of course not." said Lincoln. "Why would I think about that?"
The lady just gave him a look that said "really? what kind of a question is that?" but through her mouth, she said: "Come on kid, you know why."
The kid got up on his feet and tried to clear his head. "Look, I'm sorry if I was quiet."
"No, whatever. So... are you hurt?"
"Just a powerful punch in the stomach. Ah! feels like it was kicked by a zebra."
"Nah if it was a zebra, you would he dead. But anyway, name's Loona."
"Ooh. That's a nice name." Lincoln said. "I have a sister named Luna."
"Really?"
"Uh-huh. I mean, I come from a big family and... it can get pretty chaotic."
"Chaotic huh?"
"Ten sisters chaotic, yeah."
Loona looked a little surprised. "Whoa whoa whoa, ten sisters?" she said. "How the hell do you survive that?"
"It's never easy." Lincoln admitted. "I mean, I learn to survive and my sisteres can drive me crazy so many times. Sometimes I wish I can get a vacation from them."
"Heh. I wish I can afford a vacation." Loona admitted. "So Lincoln Loud, huh?"
"Go ahead, make fun of me for it."
"No, I'm not gonna make fun of you. I mean the last name sounds a little intriguing."
"I know. My family can get chaotic."
"So how does your stomach feel?"
"A little sore." Lincoln said.
"Come on, let me get you some bag of ice, kid." said Loona. "And... can you keep this between us?"
"Sure Loona."