Note: Graphic violence, and close calls with rape.
Lisa Loud. There are many ways to describe her: scholar, prodigy, and a avid fan of Dairy Land. With this much knowledge, she could best any known intellectual being in the world. Sadly, every blessing comes with a wicked curse: no amount of high intelligence can reveal to her the outcome of every experiment she attempts. Day and night, she dwells in her lab, tinkering with every component, data, and equation for each experiment.
T.K. eyed her curiously as she waddled from her chemical cabinet to her work desk. In one hand was a glass beaker filled with red liquid, while in another hand was a glass flask filled with orange liquid. She placed the flask on the desk, and removed the rubber cork from the beaker. Carefully, she poured the red liquid into the flask, and began to mix the two liquids together. The liquid changed to a bright scarlet color as the mixture bubbled violently. Lisa began to smile confidently as she turned towards T.K.
T.K. relaxed against the wall. "So, what the experiment about again?" T.K. asked with a look of confusion. He had no problem with helping Lisa with anything. If anything, he liked helping her with the experiments. It gave him a feeling of excitement like those old, black and white sci-fi movies.
"It's simple, dear surrogate brother. This is a elixir that will help a human control his or her most common negative emotions," Lisa responded like it was an everyday ordeal. She began to walked towards T.K. with the altered flask.
T.K. rubbed his chin, "Hmm, sounds great. No brainer, but wouldn't that be more appropriate for the likes of Lori and or Lola?" He does have a point. T.K. usually blocked out the two blondes' fierce tempers. He have a temper himself, but it took a lot to get him to that level, unless it involved his siblings.
"Valid point, brethren; however, it's tedious to get anyone sans you to do an experiment," Lisa explained as she handed him the flask. She then pointed up to the desk for T.K. so that he could get the notepad for her. T.K. retrieved the notepad and the pencil for her.
T.K. eyed the bubbling liquid inside of the flask. "Alright, here goes nothing!" T.K. exclaimed with confidence. He guzzled the mixture down. Smacking his lips, he placed the flask on the table.
"Tastes...like passion fruit juice," T.K. compared. He gave Lisa a confused look.
"I mixed the chemicals with some juice so that it'll neutralize the bitter taste," Lisa informed. She raised the notepad and pencil, ready to take notes, "Now, do you feel any difference in terms of behavior?"
T.K. squinted his eyes and held his chin in thought. He felt…fine for the most part. "Hmm, no, zip, and nada," T.K. answered. Maybe it was a dud.
"Aww, darn it! I thought for sure it would work!" Lisa whined as she pouted adorably. She's still a kid at heart underneath that cold exterior at times.
T.K. resisted the urge to gush. He kneeled to Lisa's height, and cupped her chin. Gently, he made her look up to him. "Look chica, who knows what could happen if it did worked. How about this: I let you know about any changes throughout the day, ok?" T.K. promised with a hopeful smile.
He walked out of Lisa's and Lily's room. He sighed contently as he faced the reader.
"My biological father always said to me, "Son, it's never a bad thing to lend someone a hand, whether it should benefit you or not. Be a natural saint and help out anyway because it is the right thing to do." Naturally, I don't mind to help out whenever I'm asked to do so, but since I'm a Loud, I have step up and help out anyone at any given moment," T.K. explained as he walked downstairs to the kitchen.
In the kitchen…
Rita was using a ruler to fish something out from under the refrigerator. She strained and strained, but she couldn't quite get her desired object. Groaning, she stood back up and stretched her back. "Dang it!"
"What's wrong Mrs. Loud?" T.K. walked through the doorway and leaned against the counter.
Rita shook her head and turned towards T.K. "Oh, it's just that I'm going out with a couple of old friends tonight and one of my earrings fell and rolled under the fridge." She placed the ruler down and sat at the kitchen table in mild annoyance.
"Maybe I could help." T.K. reassured as he walked to the front of the fridge. He looked for a spot where he could place his hands.
"Thanks, sweetie, but there's no-"
SCREECH!
Rita suddenly covered her ears as T.K. pulled the fridge effortlessly. Once he was far enough, T.K. stopped and retrieved the golden jewelry. He pushed the fridge back into place. T.K. gave the earring to his now flabbergasted mother. "Here you go, ma'am."
"Uh, thank you…T.K." Rita expressed in awe. There was a month's worth of food in there; how was he able to move it without any hindrance? Rita continued to ponder this as T.K. grabbed a soda and walked out.
Later that day…
"Oh, Bronson, if it weren't for Boo-Boo Bear, you'll be my second beau," Lori gushed affectionately. She and the others relaxed on the couch, watching Dream Boat. Normally, T.K. would let himself die before watching Dream Boat; however, he did considered the Samoan, Malosi, to be a worthy competitor in the show. He would voiced his opinion about Malosi, unless if he wanted a heated debate on his hands. T.K. stretched along the love chair as Karen was about to announce the next eliminated competitor.
"And the next man going overboard the Dream Boat is-"
FIZZ!
"AWWW!" Everyone sans T.K. groaned. Lincoln clicked the remote repeatedly to another channel, but it had static also. This was not good for any of them, except for T.K.
"Thank god," T.K. thought in happiness.
Lori pounded the table in frustration, "We need to get the T.V. back on! I can't literally bare the thought of Bronson being eliminated!"
"How can we? Dad's gone, and he's the only one that knows how to fix the antenna," Lana pointed out sadly. Everyone sans T.K. groaned in sadness
"Although, I have plenty of thoughts why Bronson should get the boot," Lynn remarked.
Lori crossed her arms. She grew angry from that jab. "This coming from the girl that think Blaine, the meathead, should win." She wasn't taking that laying down.
Lynn stood up and balled her fists. "Oh yeah? Blaine may be a meathead, but at least he's not a total cheeseball like Bronson," Lynn argued in retaliation. The other girls joined in the argument, voicing their own opinions about who should go.
While the femme corral raged, T.K. got up and walked out of the front door. Lincoln noticed, and proceeded to follow his adopted brother. In the front yard, T.K. looked up towards the antenna, where a piece of paper was entangled in the wire.
"Piece of paper, eh? No sweat!" T.K. gloated with a confidence smirk. He cracked his knuckles.
"So, you wanna get a ladder, T?" Lincoln pried knowingly. He wondered about how T.K. was actually going get up on the roof.
"Oh, that's ok, brotha. I don't need it," T.K. retorted as he crouched down. The resulting statement utterly confuse Lincoln.
"What? T.K., what do yo-Holy Scmoley!" Lincoln exclaimed in astonishment. T.K. leaped up to the lower part of the roof in one single leap. T.K. landed with the footwork of a cat; he slowly climbed up to the top of the roof, and began to tug the paper. As he shook the paper, the T.V. regained some of the picture.
"Hey, I can see some of the T.V., luvs!" Luna pointed out. Through the static, it looked like someone was being eliminated. It was the guy that Leni was rooting for, Bryant.
Leni rushed to the T.V., "No, Bryant! You were, like, so destined for greatness with Karen!" The others gave her blank, confused looks. "What? This is totes a appropriate reaction," Leni defended as she hugged the T.V.
T.K. finally pulled the paper free. He crumpled the paper up and toss it down the street. He leaped back down to a still astonished Lincoln.
"Hello? Earth to Lincoln? Snap out of it!" T.K. shouted as shook Lincoln of his daze.
Lincoln blinked a couple of times. "What? …T.K., how did you do that?" It wasn't everyday that you witness your adopted sibling jumping to the roof with a leap that can make basketball players nervous.
"Simple. I just crouched and jumped. Easy as that," T.K. answered. He hoped that Lincoln wouldn't delve into this. Sadly, he was wrong.
Lincoln rolled his eyes, "I know that. How DID you jump that HIGH?" He only seen that stuff from all of the video games he played.
"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out," T.K. responded cockily as he walked into the house, leaving Lincoln in the front yard. Lincoln wore a look determination as he pulled his walkie talkie.
"Well, T.K., you're wrong. Clyde, it's time for operation Snooping Behind T.K.'s Back and Finding Out What's Going On and finding a shorter name for this operation, over!" Lincoln ordered into his walkie talkie.
Clyde quickly answered back, "Copy that, Lincoln!"
At night…
T.K. tossed and turned as his stomach ached ever since he laid down for the night. He climbed out his air mattress weakly for a glass of water. "Ugh, my stomach! Maybe some would calm it down," T.K. hoped as he slowly walked to the stairs. He didn't get far as a strong ache brought him to his knees, "AH!"
His body began to vibrate as he started to grow, ripping his clothes in the process. His nose shrunk down until there was nothing to be seen. His mouth also shrunk, but by a decent amount, and his teeth grew sharp. Four mandibles grew around the corners of his mouth for assistance in communication. His head shape took a more oval appearance, while his dreadlocks grew around like a horseshoe. His eyes sunk deeper into his eyeholes to appear small. "Grrrah!" T.K. roared in distress from the painful transformation.
He clamped his mouth to quiet his screams…or roars as he looked to his hands; they both grew along with his body and his fingernails changed into sharp, long claws. His feet underwent the same attributes as his hands. T.K. felt his muscles grow as well his skin changed to a pasty yellow mottled with black spots. Finally, his tailbone grew longer as a strong tail formed behind him. The transformation was over. He stood up and looked at his hands; his height rivaling Lori's.
The now mutated T.K. looked through the small window in the basement toward the moon. He chirped in excitement as he charged upstairs and out the front door. T.K. jumped up to the roof, and looked towards downtown as the nightlife blossomed with activity. "Hunt," T.K. grinned, eager for some soft meat. He leaped from the roof onto another roof, quickly traveling to town.
Back at basement, inside the furnace…
SLAM!
Lincoln awoken with a start from T.K. bursting through the front door, "Whahuh!? What was that?" Lincoln peeked through the holes of the furnace door, and seen T.K.'s shredded shorts and shirt. He gasped in horror and rushed out of the furnace. He gripped the pieces and looked towards the stairs. Quietly, he snuck to his room to get his shoes, and a jacket for the cold. He snuck back downstairs and out of the house, not before closing the door. He froze as he heard a deep roar to his left; he looked up and saw a huge, shadowy figure quickly clearing each rooftop athletically. Gulping in fear, Lincoln began to make the long trek to find T.K.
Later in town, in a dark alley…
A woman in a yellow, body clinging dress, black jacket with white sunglasses backed against the wall, petrified of a certain clown with a machete. She silently prayed that anyone or anything could save her. "P-please, I'll do anything! J-j-just let me go!" The wide hipped girl begged in futile. She hugged herself and cried loudly.
"My, what's the matter? Not one for ordinary chatter?" Chuckles questioned with a devilish smirk. He gotten closer to the girl, and slowly used his machete to cut her dress up. Her bra flown freely in the night sky. "Doll, you have no choice, besides I like my fish scared and moist," Chuckles remarked darkly as he clutched her arm. The dastardly clown began to make his move…
"Grrrrrahhhhhrrrrr."
Chuckles turned his head towards the opening of the alley. He searched around for whoever made that clicking growl. He founded nothing as he resumed his…deed. Chuckles could have gotten farther until a stabbing pain in his right ribs made him stop in his tracks. "Ah! What the hell!?" Chuckles cringed as he frantically tried to move. The girl looked on in hope as if her prayers were answered.
T.K. suddenly materialized out of nowhere right beside Chuckles with three of his claws pierced into Chuckles's side. "ROOOAAARRR!" T.K. bellowed, impaling Chuckles with even more claws and lifting him in the air. In shock, Chuckles released the girl, and began to pull at T.K.'s arm. T.K. tossed him to a couple of trash cans.
CRASH!
Dazed, Chuckles got up and checked the damage he sustained. A medium sized gaping hole oozed blood as Chuckles felt a little dizzy. Shaking the daze off, he charged at T.K., grabbing his machete. Snarling, T.K. assumed a defensive stance as his mandibles buzzed in anger. Chuckles readied a huge swing and…
SWOOSH!
…and completely missed due to dizziness from blood loss. T.K. quickly capitalized on this fatal error by kicking the back of Chuckles's leg. After forcing the clown one knee, T.K. applied a tight sleeper hold around the Chuckles's neck. Chuckles tried to escape in futile, but the mutant had a iron grip. "Killing…blow," T.K. growled, slowly turning Chuckles's head to one side. With a swift, strong motion…
SNAP!
…Chuckles The Predator was no more. The deceased clown dropped to the ground with blood oozing out of his mouth. T.K turned to the woman, who was now closing her eyes and whimpered incoherently. T.K. slowly made his way to her with unknown intentions. The woman braced for her quick death until T.K. tapped her shoulder.
"O…K?" T.K. slowly asked as he gently grasped her hand. The grisly deed was done, and now was to tend to the frightened.
The woman was confused by the sudden 180 in emotions. She wondered what he going to do with her. "W-what?"
"Are…you…OK?" T.K. repeated once more as he stroked her hand gently. The woman gradually calm down and gained a sense of confidence. T.K. patiently waited for an answer.
"Y-yeah. Thank you…so much for this," The woman expressed in high gratitude. She was glad that there was still noble guys in the world, even if said noble guy was a mutated, hulking beast.
"Wel…come," T.K. replied as he pushed her toward the exit. "Go…home. Not…safe," T.K. warned. The woman nodded before hugging him, not caring about the slimy, scaly skin that T.K has. After that, the woman ran out of the alley as fast as her black heeled boots could carry her. T.K. looked towards the body of Chuckles and lumbered towards it.
At the park…
"H-hello? T.K., are you here? Are you ok?" Lincoln called out as he quietly traversed the empty park. The poor boy was on edge from being out alone at night. The nearby streetlights did little to nothing to ease his tension. Lincoln looked all over the place: searching through trees, playground areas, and under benches.
"I wonder where could he be? It isn't like him to be out this late," Lincoln noted as he tried to process what's going on with his brother. First, jumping onto the roof like Ace Savvy, and now sneaking out at night. He began to look inside of the swirly slide…
CRUNCH!
Lincoln jumped into air in fear, "Ahhhhhh! W-w-what was that!" He turned to the source of the sounds. Various chomps, rips, crunches, and snaps can be heard behind a lone oak tree. Nervously, Lincoln slowly crept towards to the tree. His mind is literally screaming, 'No, no, no," but his body is saying, 'But…I must," The obvious red flags are flashing in front of him figuratively. He ignored all signs of caution as he is near the oak tree. Unfortunately, this was all blown to hell as he stepped on a twig.
SNAP!
The monster quickly reared its head towards Lincoln. The petrified Loud surveyed the gruesome scene: blood was spewed all over the place, the monster has a decapitated head that is covered with clown face paint that said monster is currently chomping away, and the body on the ground is gushing blood from the open neck. Lincoln began to hyperventilate crazily as he backed up. The monster stood up and slowly followed him. "P-please! Stay away!" Lincoln begged, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes.
The monster ignored his pleas as it got closer to him. Lincoln fell to his bottom, watching the monster stand tall and menacing over him. Lincoln closed his eyes and whimpered mindlessly, letting the monster decide his fate. The monster leaned to his face closely, studying him with its eyes and mandibles. The monster scooped up the scared boy in a bridal carry, and began walking.
"Wha? W-where are you taking me?" Lincoln asked nervously. It was weird that the monster didn't kill him, and it was even more weird that he's in a very compromising position. The monster looked towards him for a few seconds before looking in front of itself again. Lincoln decided to keep his mouth shut in hopes that the monster wouldn't snap and kill him.
The monster began to speed up the trip by jumping onto house to house, making sure that Lincoln doesn't fall. Five minutes later, the monster made it to the house. It climbed slowly to Lincoln's window, mindful of its small passenger. Opening the window, the monster scoped the room of any intruders. He didn't find any, so he leaped to the bed. The bed squeaked loudly in protest from the heavy weight. The monster placed Lincoln on the bed, and it wrapped the blanket around him. "Sleep," The monster ordered bluntly as it watched Lincoln closely.
Lincoln nodded rapidly as he turned over and pretended to fall asleep. Satisfied, the monster climbed back up the wall, and out of the window. The entire event left Lincoln in two different emotions: relieved that he made it out in one piece, and excited because he just met a real life, friendly monster! Clyde is gonna be so jealous! Lincoln hoped to meet him again as he actually drifted off to sleep.
The next early morning…
T.K. slowly risen out of bed, moaning and stretching out the kinks in his body. He smacked his lips as he noticed something; a metallic taste was strong in his mouth. "Ugh, this taste is disgusting. What did I eat last night?" T.K. questioned as he walked upstairs. He went to the bathroom to investigate what had happened the night before. It was very easy since everyone else was asleep. He clicked on the light, and checked his reflection. Needless to say, he almost threw up.
He was covered in blood, his hair was unruly and unkempt, and he was overall dirty from…whatever he did. "What…is…this!? What happened! I-I need to get this off, pronto!" T.K. exclaimed in worry. He dashed back down to the basement to get some fresh clothes, and hurried back to the bathroom. He took a long, thorough shower to wash all of the blood away, and he brushed and mouth washed his teeth to get rid of the taste of blood. Afterwards, he set towards Lisa's and Lily' room with intentions of ending this nightmare.
T.K. knocked furiously on the door…
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Lisa, open up!" T.K. ordered quietly. Few seconds later, Lisa opened the door with a irritated look. T.K. better have an explanation for this.
"What, T.K.!? Some prodigies are trying rest their mind after a day's worth of intellectual duties. Not to mention, you're going to wake Lily!" Lisa whispered, annoyed that her sleep is being disrupted.
T.K. rolled his eyes, "Look, sorry, but…I want to call off the experiment." After knowing what has happened, T.K. want to take an extended break from any of Lisa's experiments.
"What!? Why!? You're my go-to guy for every major experiment!" Lisa exclaimed in disbelief. I wonder why the boy would want to back out? It isn't like him to call any off her experiments.
"Because…last night I transformed into…something, and then earlier this morning: I woke up covered in blood! That was not apart of the plan, chica!" T.K. shouted. Lincoln and the others were waking up due to the shouting.
"Dudes, can ya keep it down? The show don't start till a few hours," Luna yawned. She leaned on her doorway to keep herself from falling over. Luan leaned against her and fell back to sleep.
"Yeah, this is disrupting my beauty sleep," Lola groaned, placing her hands on her hips. Lana was out cold on the ground.
"Likewise," Lori added sleepily, adjusting a dozing Leni on her back in piggyback position.
T.K. and Lisa tuned them out as they continued their dispute. "Lisa, I do not want to go around every night hurting or outright killing anything in blind rage. Please, give me the cure!" T.K. demanded angrily He didn't want the others to witness this.
Lynn tilted her head, "Killing?"
"Oh…oh alright! Give me a few seconds, please," Lisa agreed reluctantly. She slipped back to her room to retrieve the cure. T.K. sighed in relief, and waited patiently. The others were curious about what the hell's going on. Lisa returned quickly with both of her hands behind her back.
"Sooooo, ….where is it?" T.K. pried in confusion. He thought she was going to get the cure. He didn't see the cure anywhere in sight.
Lisa pulled out a comically huge syringe, "Here you go, brethren." The sight alone scared the daylights out of T.K.
"Ah, needles!" T.K. shrieked, jumping to the air. The sudden change of emotions was too much for him to bare as he quickly transformed.
"What the!?" Lori and Luna began, dropping their respective sisters. This was not the wake up call that they had in mind.
T.K. snarled at them before turning invisible and charging downstairs. Awoken, Lincoln and girls followed him to the doorway. T.K was already out of the door and down the street. Lincoln looked closely at a fast moving outline heading towards the town. "He's heading downtown! Come on!" Lincoln beckoned, putting on shoes and a jacket.
Downtown…
"Oh, I hope Tee Kee is alright," Leni prayed as she looked in a trash can. They been looking for T.K. for fifty minutes, but it was no luck.
Lincoln patted her back, "We will Leni. Now, Lisa, what did you to T.K.?" He and the other flashed her angry looks.
Naturally, Lisa wasn't fazed by the looks. "Simply a elixir that tones one's most negative emotions to a minimum," She answered while adjusting her glasses smoothly. Lincoln still had another question.
"Any side effects?" He proded. They all needed to know what they're up against.
"Every time he transforms, his intelligence goes down by fifty percent, and he becomes more unhinged every time he does transform," Lisa explained. Lynn ran up to the group with some big news.
"Guys, I saw T.K.," Lynn informed. The others gasped from the reveal.
"Really? You know where he went to?" Leni asked in happiness. She was relived that her adopted little brother is ok. Her question was quickly answered as two metal, crumpled doors were suddenly tossed onto the street they were on.
THUD! THUD!
"I think that's where he literally is!" Lori exclaimed. She and everyone else raced to wherever T.K. was hiding out.
At a abandoned warehouse…
T.K. was digging through random garbage to find food. He clicked in happiness as he founded a rotten ham leg. He began to gnaw on the leg hungrily. The other entered through the door, but T.K. didn't noticed.
"Ok, T.K. could be anywhere in this warehouse. Keep you ey-" Lincoln began. He was quickly scoping the place with his eyes
Lola and Lana pointed ahead of them, "There he is." T.K. quickly turned his head towards the group, making them freeze in fear from his appearance. T.K. finished the last of his ham and turned invisible.
"Aw, man! He vanished again!" Lana complained as began to search around. She was suddenly lifted into the air by T.K. "What the, somebody help!" Lana yelled, flailing her arms and legs. T.K. revealed himself to the group
Lola stomped up to T.K., "Put my sister down you horrid beast!" She unleashed a barrage of un-princess like strikes: slaps and kicks to the shin. This had no effect. In fact, it's starting to annoy him. T.K. grabbed her as well. T.K. licked his sharp teeth, and opened his mouth wide. Lola and Lana began to cry, and held each other. Lynn quickly grabbed a rock and heaved it at T.K.
THWACK!
"Let 'em go, ya big jerk!" Lynn shouted as she threw another rock. This time it knocked the twins loose.
THWACK!
Lola and Lana raced back towards the group and hid behind Lincoln's back. T.K. slowly lumbered towards Lynn with murderous thoughts. Lynn was about to run until Lori intercepted him with a 2x4, "Not on my watch, T.K.!"
SMACK!
T.K.'s head was knocked all the way to the right. He slowly turned his head back towards Lori and snap a crook out his neck. "GRRRAHHHRRRR!" T.K. growled darkly as Lori's eyes widened.
"Uh oh," Lori squeaked as T.K. grabbed her by the shirt, lifted her up over his head, and threw her into a set of trash cans. The others gasped in horror from happened.
"Lori!" They all cried. Luna, Luan, and Lynn charged T.K.; Lynn tackled T.K. onto his chest, sending him down to the ground. Luna and Luan tried their best to hold his arms down.
"T.K.! Chill out, dude!" Luna demanded, having trouble with T.K.'s arm.
"Just like you, T, we're ARMED and dangerous to the teeth! Ha, ha, get it!" Luan joked, trying keep herself wrapped around T.K.'s arm.
Luna flashed Luan an unamused glare, "Really, dude?" This was not the time for any screwing around.
Using this distraction as a chance to break free, T.K. swung both of his arms to send Luna and Luan flying away. T.K. grabbed Lynn from his chest and tossed her away as well. T.K. looked towards the remaining group. Leni, Lucy, Lana, Lola, and Lisa huddled behind Lincoln as their only sign of defense.
"Pssshhht, Lincoln. Use this," Lisa advised quietly, handing Lincoln the syringe. Lincoln figured it out and nodded.
T.K. walked slowly towards them, licking his teeth and extending his claws. Everyone but Lincoln and Lisa cower in fear. "Hey, T.K. Here's a suggestion: eat me!" Lincoln suggested cockily. The others' eyes sans Lisa's widened in shock.
"WHAT!?" They cried. They didn't did not expect Lincoln to give up so easily. T.K. grinned in delight as he grabbed Lincoln by the arms. T.K. raised Lincoln up to his face.
"Yeah. Look how big and swollen my head is, T. I can sure feel up anyone for days. My hair looks like a big pile of whip cream," Lincoln explained coyly. This sent T.K. into a clicking fit, making Leni and Lola faint, and Lucy and Lana held each other. On the other hand, Lisa had a calm look on her face. "However, there's one thing you should know about, T.K." Lincoln advised knowingly. T.K. tilted his head in confusion.
Lincoln pulled out the syringe, "Unlike motionless, immobile food, we have a chance to fight back!" He stabbed T.K. in a vein on his neck, and pressed down on the button. T.K. tossed Lincoln back to the group. He clutched his neck, and ran around the room. Finally, T.K. began to transform back to his human form. He slumped on the floor as he snored loudly. Lincoln walked up to the sleeping, naked boy.
"T.K., are you ok?" Lincoln wondered, shaking him. T.K. shuddered from the touch before opening his eyes to Lincoln.
"Hey, bruh, How's…it going?" T.K. greeted drowsily. He patted him on the back before stretching out some kinks.
"Well, you…blacked out for a second there," Lincoln recalled. T.K. shot him a tired glare from the semi joke.
"That's your idea of a joke?" T.K. deadpanned. Lincoln began to stutter from T.K.'s glare.
"Uh…you see. But I thought that you-"
T.K. chuckled lightly, "I'm kidding; however, leave the joking to Luan, brotha." He stood up and covered himself with a newspaper. "Now, lets go home." He walked over to Lori and began to wake her up.
Lincoln smiled as he walked over to Leni and Lola to wake them up. Lucy and Lana walked over to Lynn, Luna, and Luan to wake them up.
Author's Note: Season 2 is upon us! This story is the result of what happen after watching all three Predator movies at different intervals. Y'all know what to do, and happy new year, which means: more stories from yours truly. Sorry for the wait, but like I said, I have a guy that going to be helping me whenever he has time to do so. Please be patient because I can't predict if I could do weekly uploads this time around.
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