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T.K pummeled his punching bag numerous times, while Lily looked on from his air mattress. It was T.K.'s turn to watch Lily since the others were busy. He usually pass the time by engaging the baby with small talk.
"I don't know, Lil'. I have known Krystal for about a good month now. You think that I should meet her parents one day?" T.K. pried as he performed a spinning side kick.
Lily was stacking her blocks, "Blokees!"
"Yeah, you're right. I don't want to rush into the relationship like that," T.K. said as he jabbed the punching bag repeatedly.
Lily pushed her block tower, causing to come apart. "No!" Lily shouted
"No what? So should I meet her parents or naw?" T.K. asked.
Lily took a toy hammer and bonked the blocks repeatedly as she giggled.
"Oh! I SHOULD meet after all. Good idea, chica!" T.K. praised as he flip kicked the bag.
Lily began to nibble on the hammer.
"Ah, how I love our little one sided convos," T.K. remarked happily as he climbed the mattress.
Lily looked up to him with a confused look, "Poo poo?"
"I'm serious, Lily. YOU are my special widdle rock," T.K. declared, booping Lily on the nose.
"He, he!" Lily giggled as she covered her nose.
Her stomach growled.
"Hungee!" Lily whined as tears began to swell.
T.K. picked her up and walked towards the basement stairs, "Alright, lil mama. Let's go and get some num nums."
In the kitchen, T.K. sat her in her high chair as he fixed her a bottle of formula.
Shaking the nearly full bottle, T.K. walked towards Lily with her afternoon lunch. He almost didn't noticed the kitchen door opening.
Lucy stuck her head in. "Good, he's distracted. Now to sneak to my room," Lucy thought as she crept inside.
She was nearly three quarters to the doorway until...
"Hi, Lucy!" Leni greeted.
Lucy jumped, "Ah!"
"Oh, Lucy. I didn't even see ya come in," T.K. spoke.
"I was counting on that," Lucy stated under her breath.
T.K. raised an eyebrow, "What was that?"
"Nothing!" Lucy responded.
"Anyway, how was your day?" Leni asked.
"It was good. Although, it wouldn't be enough to raise my spirits," Lucy responded.
"Uh huh. So, did you noticed that you have mud all over you face and dress," T.K. pointed out.
Lucy looked down and then back up, "Oh, that. The entire third grade is, uh, doing a play about a zombie, uh, party!"
T.K. and Leni looked at each other, and then back at Lucy.
"Zombie party?" T.K. and Leni repeated questionably.
Lucy nodded rapidly, "Um hm!"
"Let me get this straight; elementary schoolers...doing a play...on a zombie...party," T.K. recalled.
"It's because it's so close to Halloween," Lucy explained.
"Lucy, it's March," Leni corrected.
Lucy rubbed her head, "Oh! It is? I didn't realized that time goes by so fast. Well, I'll just go take a bath and go to sleep."
"Ain't it 4:15?" T.K. questioned.
"School had me tired, so why just wait through the day for the upcoming suffering when I can just sleep," Lucy lied before she walked away.
T.K. shook his head, "Hm, there's no telling what could be wrong with that girl."
"Maybe she had a bad day," Leni said.
T.K. rubbed his chin, "Or maybe somethin' deeper. I going to keep an eye out for her."
"Nice of you to be protective, Tee Kee. Anyway, can I see Lily? I've made some new outfits for her," Leni explained happily.
T.K. picked Lily up and handed her to Leni.
The two walked away as T.K. picked up the empty baby bottle.
"One way or another, Luce. I will find out what's been eatin' ya."
Later at dinner...
"So then I said; Bruce, when you have as much kids as me. You be begging another man to switch places," Lynn Sr. concluded as he burst out laughing.
The others clapped awkwardly as Rita chuckled nervously.
T.K. cringed. "Ew! That dad joke seriously gave me chest pains. If you can classify that as a joke. No wonder where Luan got all her jokes from," T.K. thought disdainfully.
Lucy walked out of the kitchen as everyone turned towards her.
"Lucy, dear. Finished already?" Rita pried.
Lucy looked up to her, "Umm, no. I'm not feeling too well actually."
Lynn Sr. stood up from his seat. "Are you sure, honey? Do you need to go to a doctor."
"No, sir. It's just a head cold that has been going around at school. Besides everyone else, I welcome it wholeheartedly. Good night," Lucy departed, walking to the stairs.
Everyone stared at each other in worry, while T.K. wasn't convinced at all.
"Lying and now starving?! Even Lucy knows better than that," T.K. thought as he took out a pencil and wrote a message to Lincoln.
It said, "Hey, you know what's going on with Luce?"
He tossed it to the kitchen, where it hit Lana at the back of her head.
Rubbing her head, she grabbed the napkin and looked towards T.K.'s direction.
"Give it to Lincoln," T.K. mouthed.
Lana turned to Lincoln, and she tugged on his sleeve. She handed him the letter and pointed towards T.K.
Lincoln took the letter and read it. A second later, the letter came back to T.K. He opened it...
"I don't know. As far as I know, she's been acting like this since last week," It read.
Back to Lincoln...
"Hmm, you got to give me something a little more than that, dude. Any specific reason at all? You do have the best relationship with Lucy after all."
To T.K. once again...
"It could be those trio of 6th grade bullies: Ricky, Raymond, and Denzel. From the basketball team, remember?"
Back to Lincoln...
"Hm, those clowns? Could be a possiblilty. I'll look into this tomorrow. Thanks."
One last time for T.K...
"No problem."
"Boys, do not pass notes during dinner, please," Rita reinforced.
"Sorry, Mom," Lincoln apologized.
"Sorry, Mrs. Loud," T.K. apologized.
The next day...
T.K. crept around the courtway, trying to search for Lucy.
"Man, you think that a goth would stick out like a sore thumb, but wow. The lil chica's hard to find," T.K. noted as he peeked around the corner.
At a lone tree, Lucy sat at the bottom as she read a poem compliation book.
"Ok, nothing out of the ordinary here I supp-"
"Hey, T.K.!"
T.K. jumped around to the source of the voice, "Who's there?! ...Papa Wheelie?"
"Dude, Tabby's having a little concert on Saturday. You coming?" Papa invited.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Hey, can you speed this up? I'm in the middle of something here," T.K. urged.
Papa handed him the invite, "Sure, sure. Here you go. See you there."
"Alright, then," T.K. replied as he peeked around the corner once again and gasped.
There were three older kids: one short, one average sized, and one tall surrounded Lucy. Her stuff was spilled everywhere as she trembled in anger. He couldn't tell what they were talking about, but he could damn sure tell that she was being bullied.
"Hm, so Lincoln is on to something after all. Fine, game on marks. I will show the three of yas that you NEVER mess with family," T.K. promised darkly as he walked away.
After school...
T.K. leaned against a tree that was nearby the middle school. There were a few students there from being in meeting for clubs. The entrance door opened as Ricky, Raymond, and Denzel walked out.
"Alright, I'm finna head on my usual daily jog," Ricky, the average sized boy, said.
"I'm heading down to basketball court in the park for my usual rounds," Raymond, the short sized boy, added.
Denzel. the tall sized boy, nodded, "Cool, I'm heading towards the store."
The three did a group handstake that involved high fives, low fives, back fives, and too much pelvic thrusting.
"We dem boyz!" The three yelled as they went their separate ways.
T.K. cringed, "Ew! That's just...sick and wrong! How are they team captain and co-captains of the basketball team? Now, short stack! You up first!"
T.K. pushed himself from the tree and began to follow Raymond.
At the basketball court...
SWISH!
"Ooooh! And Starks takes the win with an astonishing buzzer beater. The crowd goes wild!" Raymond imagined as he made fake crowd noises.
T.K. peeked from the bushes as Raymond paraded around the court.
"Alright, punk. Showtime!" T.K. whispered darkly as he stepped out bushes with a piece of paper and a pen.
"Oh, wow! Raymond Starks of the Royal Woods basketball team! Can I have your autograph?!" T.K. faked.
Raymond took the paper and pen, "Sure, squirt. To whom I should make this out to?"
"To Lucy," T.K. responded nonchalantly as he picked up the basketball.
"What kind of boy is nam-"
BOING!
Raymond crumpled into a small ball as he held his face in pain and shock, "Wh-what the?! What's your problem, fool?!"
"My problem is a growing midget and his two friendly and hairy apes bullying little girls. Now, answer to me; do you know a said little girl named Lucy Loud?" T.K. quizzed as he sat a foot on top of Raymond's side.
Raymond was confused, "Wh-what?"
WHACK!
Raymond rolled over from being kicked in the face. T.K. trekked closer to him.
"Don't try to play dumb, boy. DO YOU KNOW LUCY LOUD?!" T.K. roared.
Raymond found the strength to stand as he faced T.K. with a sneer, "That killjoy that wears all black and has pasty skin? Yeah, what's it too ya?!"
"That's my sister you messing with, mark. I guess cowards nowaday will prey on anything smaller than themselves for that pit of testosterone that you sorely lack," T.K. snarked.
That set Raymond off as he charged T.K. He threw a hook punch and T.K. dodged it. A straight punch and T.K. weaved that also. A jab shot out and T.K. batted it away. T.K. pushed Raymond away with a palm strike. With a shout of rage, Raymond charged T.K. one more time. He swung at T.K. with a wild haymaker, which T.K. moved out of the way.
T.K. chopped Raymond in the ribs, kicked him in the back of the leg, which set Raymond on one knee. Finally, T.K. stepped back and delivered a vicious side kick to Raymond's head. Quickly, T.K. grabbed Raymond's arm into a standing armbar.
"Listen and listen closely. Speak of this to anyone..."
CRACK!
"Ahhhh! My arm!" Raymond screamed as he tried to reach T.K. helplessly.
"...And you going to have two broken wings to worry about!" T.K. warned.
CRACK!
"Ahhhhh! Please! I'll do anything! Please stop!" Raymond begged frantically.
T.K. pushed him down, "Glad to come to an agreement, partner. Bye-bye!"
T.K. walked on home while Raymond clutched his arm in pain.
The next day...
"So you went for a layup, came down on your arm, and snapped it in two?" Ricky repeated.
Raymond nodded frantically as he looked down the hallway. T.K. stood at the end of the hallway with a death glare. He waved his finger, pointed to his arm, and made a swift, breaking motion with both of his hands.
Ricky turned to the same direction as Raymond, "What are you looking at, cuz?"
The two saw nothing as Ricky gave Raymond an unamused glare.
"Uhhh, I saw a ghost?" Raymond replied sheepishly.
Ricky squinted his eyes as he scanned Raymond up and down slowly.
"Alright, man. I have to get to class. Call me when you figure out what ACTUALLY happened," Ricky departed.
Later that day at the Loud House...
"All is going according to plan, Lily! Only two more to go!" T.K. noted.
Lily giggled happily as she pushed T.K.'s punching bag.
"Speaking of, I'm finna deal with Ricky now!" T.K. declared as he raced upstairs.
Lily began to pummel the punching bag ferociously.
T.K. snatched Lily from shredding the bag to pieces, "Ok, crouching baby, hidden dragon. I think that I becoming a bad influence on you."
In the woods...
"Woah, oof!" Ricky groaned as he picked himself up from the ground.
T.K. revealed himself from a tree, "Nice fall, scrub. I'll rate that a hearty ten of out ten."
"What's your problem, half pint mark?!" Ricky yelled as he swung a punch.
T.K. blocked the attempt and fired back with a knee to the gut.
"Oof!" Ricky cried, hunching over.
"My problems are three self righteous meatheads that think that rules don't apply to them," T.K. answered as he tripped Ricky with a sweep kick.
T.K. mounted Ricky's stomach and began to unload punch after punch after punch onto his face; he even threw in an occasional headbutt for the heck of it.
T.K. grabbed Ricky by his hair. He forced him to look him in the eye. "You know, Rick. I'm a firm believer of the phrase 'an eye for an eye'; however, in this case, it's an shin for a sister!"
He sprinted to the tree behind him and ran up the side. Flipping from the tree, T.K. aimed and thrust his elbow at Ricky's shin...
CRACK!
"Ahhhhhh! You freakin' jerk! You cost us the entire season!" Ricky cried as he rolled in intense pain.
T.K. dusted himself off and walked away, "Tell it to someone that cares about a bully like you!"
Later that night...
"That's so weird. First, Raymond, and then Ricky. Denzel's going have a tough job on the court. On your left, T.K.," Lincoln directed.
T.K.'s character shot in the direction that Lincoln said, "Yeah, what a coincidence for that to happen. Also, thanks fam. Look behind you."
"Thanks," Lincoln expressed.
The two played the game in silence for fifteen minutes until T.K. paused it.
"Wha? What's up, T.K.?" Lincoln pried curiously.
T.K. sighed, "Linc. I have to...tell you something...that you may not like."
"What do you mean by that, dude?" Lincoln responded.
"I...was the one that put Ricky and Raymond in the hospital," T.K. revealed.
"WHAT?! Why?!" Lincoln screamed.
T.K. put his hand to his mouth, "Keep your voice down! The reason why because they are actually the ones bulling Lucy."
"Do you realize how much trouble you are in," Lincoln pointed out.
"Yes, I've contemplated that. That's why you are going promise not to say anything to anyone about it," T.K. ordered.
Lincoln scratched his head nervously, "I don't know, T."
"Look, don't do it for me. Do it for Lucy. This will save the girl a lot of issues later on. Hell, I'll even buy you comics for the next month," T.K. promised.
Lincoln smiled shyly, "Well, since you've said a month. You got a deal; however, try not to hurt them too badly."
"Deal!" T.K. replied.
The next day at a alley...
BONK!
"Augh!" Denzel yelped as he hopped on one leg.
T.K. gripped his nunchucks fiercely, "Had to search all over town for yo' sequoia built self."
"I didn't even do nothing, man," Denzel pleaded.
"Oh brah. You just haven't been harshly reminded of your misdeeds, yet," T.K. argued gleefully as he swung his nunchunks.
BOP!
"Yeowch! I'm telling the truth, psycho!" Denzel shot back as he fell to the ground.
"No! You telling a lie because I seen you bully one of my sisters. For that, you're gonna pay for it," T.K. growled as he raised his nunchucks up.
"T.K.!"
The two whipped their heads towards Lucy, who stomped towards T.K.
"What...are you doing?" Lucy asked angrily.
"Uh, just fooling around like two boy-"
"Don't play coy with me, T.K. I know what you've been doing. The darkness are my second pair of ears," Lucy revealed.
"You were listening from the vents were you?" T.K. summed up quickly.
Lucy stomped her foot, "That's not the point! The point is that you resorted to petty violence."
"But, Lucy. This fool and his lackeys were making you miserable. I could just sat by and not do anything about it," T.K. defended.
Lucy stepped up to T.K. and placed her hand onto his chest, "T.K., you did do something. You and Leni, to an lesser extent, checked up on me and made sure that I was ok. I was going to tell the principal about it the next day before I noticed one of them stop bullying me."
"Oh. ...So you was," T.K. realized.
"Look, I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner, but you know how our sisters are," Lucy
T.K. sighed as he sheathed his nunchucks, "I suppose your right. Alright, let's-AACK!"
Denzel came from behind and snatched T.K. in a sleeper hold, "So you're the one that ruined our chances of a championship. Now, you're gonna pay!"
T.K. tried everything he can just to escape, but it was no use. T.K. thrashed weakly until he lost consciousness.
Denzel took his nunchucks and tossed him away.
He turned to Lucy, "And for you. Time for you to get yours, you little snitch!"
He grabbed Lucy by the hair and tossed her to the ground. He began to slowly walk towards her.
"Now, for the finishing blow, runt," Denzel quoted darkly as he raised the nunchucks.
"HEY!"
Denzel turned his head towards...T.K.!?
"What the?! How?! I choked you out?!" Denzel informed angrily.
T.K. grabbed a rock, "Yeah, but I simply held my breath while you 'choked me out.' And now..."
He pitched the rock furiously...
CRACK!
"Ahhhhhhhh! My nose!" Denzel squealed as he covered his nose.
T.K. helped Lucy up, "You ok, Luce?"
"Yes, and his screams of pain are the dark sprinkles on top. Speaking of, what do we do about him?" Lucy wondered.
"I got that under control," T.K. smirked.
At Denzel's house...
"Ma'am, you son and his friends was bullying my sister and I. You can tell obviously from the various stains on our clothing," T.K. told.
"Oh, is that so? Denzel, is this true, and don't you lie, boy!" Mrs. Brooks ordered forcefully.
Denzel nodded shyly.
Mrs. Brooks squinted her eyes, "Ok. Young man, I see to it that my son and his friends are properly punished."
T. , "Thank you, ma'am. Good night."
Mrs. Brooks closed the door.
"Well, that's the end of that," T.K. closed.
Lucy hugged T.K., "Thank you...for everything, T.K."
"No prob, chica," T.K. replied as he patted her.
Author's note: There ya go. Y'all know what to do. I'm out. Peace.
So long, King Bowser!