Note: This takes place one year before the Loud House aired.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
T.K. jolted awake, breathing heavily from the gunshots. Finally calm, he shot a glare towards his window. That's the price you pay for living in the bad part of Dallas. T.K. wasn't used to the occasional gunshot, but the outside world didn't care about what he liked or disliked.
The 10 year old hopped out of bed and stretched to warm himself up. He wondered if he was ever going to get out of this hellhole and to somewhere safe. He only hoped that his skateboarding or dancing career would take off one day. "Terrence, once you get dressed for school, I need to talk to you about something over breakfast before you head to school," Bruce Mutombo informed from behind the door.
The boy quickly gotten dressed, not wanting to keep his father waiting. Now, Bruce is a patient man but he couldn't afford to waste any daylight. T.K. opened the door and walked out. In the living room, Bruce was busy eating and looking at T.V. Bruce is a top heavy man, wearing a golden shooting shirt, blue jeans, and black work boots. He had a spiky dreadlock fade haircut and a full, puffy beard.
Bruce noticed T.K. walking in the room, "Morning, son! Here's some breakfast." He passed T.K. a plate full of a omelet, bacon, sausage, and a biscuit. T.K. grabbed the plate and gave him a thankful smile. "Sit, son. I got some news and both of them are good." T.K. sat beside his father, looking at him intently.
"I got my trucking company up and running! A few friends of mine and some other promising prospects are joining me. There's a ton of money in this, Terrence. Isn't that great!?" Bruce asked happily. T.K. gave a wide grin and nodded. "Now for the other news, in order for this to take off, I need a suitable location. Now, I founded the right place for this operation to begin: Royal Woods!" Bruce declared with proud enthusiasm.
T.K. tilted his head in confusion. Does this mean what he thinks he mean? "Terrence, we're moving!" T.K. gasped sharply before hugging his father's waist. No more gunshots, no more petty reasons start gang wars, and no more bad blood! "Now, I already call the moving crew to move all of the stuff outta here. We're leaving after you get out of school for the summer today. Understand?" T.K. nodded rapidly, his huge smile never leaving his face. T.K. walked away from his father.
"And son?" Bruce called out, causing T.K. to turn back towards him. "Whatever changes, nothing will ever cause me not to love you anymore. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Bruce revealed happily. T.K. gave a thankful smile before walking into his room to get his backpack.
Five hours later…
"So, after school lets out, you're really moving?" Michael, one of T.K.'s best friends, asked for the fifth time. T.K. nodded. Michael sighed, closing his eyes. They known each other since kindergarten; it was like yesterday when T.K. beat him up over some building blocks because Michael wouldn't share those to him. They hit it off ever since. "Look, fam, I don't blame you for moving. Your father gotta bring the dough somehow, and it's nice to move out of the hood. Also, tell him I said congrats on opening his company." Michael informed, making a thumbs up. T.K. gave a thankful smile before he turned back towards the TV.
BRRING!
The bell dismissed the class for the summer. T.K. grabbed his stuff and walked out of the classroom. He didn't get far before bumping into the feared school bully, Cruz 'Savage' Cortez. Now, T.K. wouldn't let a person who personally called himself 'Savage' walk all over him; however, he heard the tortuous deeds that Savage has done to his peers. It would be best to keep his guard up.
"Hey, hijo de puta! Watch where you're going!" Savage growled, pushing T.K. roughly. The push knocked T.K. slightly off balance, but the boy stood his ground. T.K. glared back while Savage gave T.K. a look over. "Hey, you're that silent joto, huh? I'll let this slide, IF you fork some dinero towards my way." Savage shoved his hand out to T.K.
T.K. stared at the hand before staring up to Savage. Savage gave a sinister grin as T.K. looked back down to his hand once again. "Hey, puto! I gotta casa to get to! I ain't got all day!" Savage snarled. Finally, T.K. snorted the snot in his throat. He snorted and snorted before puckering his lips and…
PTOO!
A disgusting mixture of saliva and mucus coated Savage's palm and fingers, causing the bully's eyes to widened from shock. Nobody disrespected Savage and lives to tell the tale! Savage glared, clutching his spit covered hand into a fist. Meanwhile, T.K. smirking proudly at the disrespectful act. He didn't catch the fist speeding towards him…
WHACK!
The strike knocked T.K to the ground. "Fight!" A kid shouted, causing everyone to flock around T.K. and Savage. He didn't have time to nurse the coming bruise as Savage mounted him and attempted to reach for his neck. T.K. narrowly avoided his attempts before looking towards his backpack, which it was a few inches away from him. T.K. grabbed it and swung with all of his strength…
SMACK!
The backpack clobbered Savage right off of T.K; however, wasn't done yet. T.K. raced towards Savage, ran up the wall, hopped off, and jump kicked Savage square in the face. After Savage is knocked down, T.K. mounted his stomach and delivered his own brand of punishment. T.K. rained down punch after punch after punch, utterly venting his tranquil rage upon the bully. The kids egged him to finish it until…
"CEASE!" A voice demanded. The kids stopped in his or her tracks and stood in a straight line. Principal Battagila briskly walked up to T.K. and Savage and picked the two up by their shirts. "You two, my office, NOW!" Principal Battagila ordered angrily.
One hour later…
The two boys sat on their chairs as they heard their parents go at it. T.K. gave Savage a blank look, causing Savage to dart away from T.K.'s gaze in pure fear. Shaking his head, TK turned his head to look out in the distance. He really done it now. Now, this fight is really going on his permanent record and his father already has enough stress due to the moving. The two boys turned their heads towards the door, hearing it open.
Bruce lumbered out of the room, "Come on, Terrence." T.K. quickly grabbed his stuff and jogged after him. This was the last time that he's going set foot in this entire school. The father and son walked to Bruce's pickup truck and climbed aboard it. Bruce started up the truck, putting it into drive. He drove away from the school as T.K. gave one last look at the place before it disappeared from his vision. They past the city limits as Bruce cleared his throat.
"Now, Terrence. I'm…proud of you," Bruce stated, never taking his eyes off the road. This surprised T.K. greatly. He looked up at his father in extreme confusion. "Alright, son, I know that you're shocked beyond belief, but personally, I would of done the same thing myself," Bruce revealed, throwing a cocky smirk. "Terrence, I don't mind that you get into a fight as long as you don't go try and pick one to anybody," Bruce warned knowingly. T.K. nodded, relieved that his father is relatively cool about this.
"Rest up, son, because it's gonna be a long ride," Bruce instructed, patting T.K. on his shoulder. T.K. nodded, unbuckling his seat belt and climbing to the back of the truck. Laying on his side, T.K. closed his eyes and slept soundly to the R&B pulsing out of the radio.
Twenty hours later…
"Terrence, Terrence! Wake up!" Bruce ordered gently, shaking T.K. from his slumber. T.K.'s eyes fluttered open. He adjusted himself to a sitting position and looked through the tinted window. The quiet, middle class neighborhood gave T.K. a sense of…safety and relief which was a HUGE contrast from the run down, gang ravaged ghetto. Lacing his shoes, T.K opened the door and hopped out the truck.
"Here, go and stretch your legs around the neighborhood. I'll just be here, setting up the house with the moving crew," Bruce shooed, tossing T.K. his skateboard. T.K caught the board and gave a nod. Setting the board down, T.K. hopped on it and skated down the street.
Thirty minutes later…
The amount of new spots to skate on was astounding! T.K. smiled happily as he grabbed a pole with one hand, swinging around using his own momentum before letting go. Positioning himself, T.K. landed on a metal railing with the front end of his skateboard. T.K. then hopped off the railing, performing a varial kick flip and landing on the ground. T.K. smoothly shifted into a handstand. He stayed like that for fifteen seconds before hopping back to his feet on the board.
T.K. slid to a stop to take in the relaxing atmosphere around him. He didn't even notice two boys running up to him in excitement. "Holy scmoley! That was AWESOME! Where you learn those tricks?" A white haired boy with a chipped buck tooth pried happily. T.K. jumped from the sudden appearance. He calmed down as he got a good look at the duo.
One boy was Caucasian while the other one was African American. They look like they are the same age as him. T.K. nodded as he gave a thankful smile. "Hey, are you new here?" The boy with the glasses asked. T.K. nodded again. "Great, well I'm Clyde and the guy next to me is Lincoln," Clyde introduced themselves.
"Hiya, welcome to Royal Woods! What's your name?" Lincoln asked. T.K. held one finger, asking for a minute as he held his board to the boys and flipped it sideways. Underneath, his name was spray painted in navy blue.
"Oh, T.K. That's fine," Clyde commented happily. Looks like T.K. found himself some new friends. There was a buzzing noise as Clyde pulled out his phone. He gasped before he turned to Lincoln and T.K., "Uh oh, guys. My dads are calling me home. I gotta go. See ya, Lincoln! See ya, T.K.!" He dashed off towards his home. T.K. gave a confused look towards Lincoln.
"Yeah, Clyde has two dads," Lincoln explained. T.K. nodded in agreement. Thankfully, Bruce was very open about other people's sexuality, and he implanted that into T.K. as well. Lincoln began jog for home, only to stop and turn around to T.K. "Hey, T.K. You wanna come over? You could meet my family if you want," Lincoln invited. Having nothing else to do, TK skated up to Lincoln, who resumed his jog.
Five minutes later…
"Mom, I'm home and I brought a friend," Lincoln called out, pushing the front door open to let himself and T.K. in. Rita Loud walked up to the two young males with a noticeable baby bump.
"Hi, sweetie," Rita greeted before looking towards T.K. "Oh, I never seen you before. I'm Rita Loud, Lincoln's mother obviously. What's your name?" Rita asked, crouching slowly to T.K.'s height. If Rita didn't know any better, she almost mistaken him for Clyde. If T.K. had an afro and eyeglasses.
"His name is T.K. He's not really much of talker, mom," Lincoln explained. He wasn't far from that truth. It's not that T.K. is shy, he would rather let his actions speak for him. The two jumped suddenly because Rita felt the baby kick and she yelped.
"Oohohohoh, she's really wanting out!" Rita remarked in giddiness. She walked away from the two.
"Come on, T.K. Let's go to my room," Lincoln instructed before a football was heading towards him.
"Heads up!"
"AH!" Lincoln practically saw his short life flashed before his eyes. Lincoln was about to flinch until T.K. snatched the ball with one hand. "Woah, thanks!" Lincoln expressed greatly. T.K. nodded as a brunette ponytailed girl with freckles ran up to him.
"Omigosh, dude. That was awesome! You play football?" The brunette asked in excitement. She is practically going to jump from wall to wall with this unbounded energy. T.K. shook his head before putting a flat palm beside his waist and holding up three fingers.
"Oh, so you played for three years when you were little. What do you do now?" The brunette pried. T.K. held up his skateboard to the brunette. "Oh, skateboarding, huh? Well, if you need a skating buddy, then hit me up!" The brunette befriended, holding her fist out for an obligatory fist bump. T.K. promptly returned it with gusto. Hmm, day one in a new neighborhood and he already found a new skating partner. Things were starting to go his way!
Suddenly, Lincoln grabbed T.K.'s shoulders, "Lynn, I'm sure that T.K. would love to skate with you some other time but I want to spend time with him too." Lincoln dragged T.K. upstairs. Before they could get up to the top, a blonde in her late teens was coming downstairs and she was texting on her phone. Not looking, Lincoln bumped into her, causing the blonde to nearly drop her phone.
"EEP!" The blonde squeaked out, frantically playing hot potato to keep her phone in her grasp. Once her phone was safe, she shot a fierce glare towards Lincoln. "Lincoln, you twerp! You nearly dropped my phone! I'm having my daily 24-hour intimate calls with Boo Boo Bear!" The blonde shouted madly. T.K. could already tell that the blonde was one of those power hungry types.
Lincoln resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Sorry, Lori! I'll be more careful next time." Day after day, Lincoln had to content with Lori and her rage episodes or her teen snarkiness. Anger management would be a god send for her.
"You better." Lori replied darkly. She looked around Lincoln and saw T.K. Softening her glare to an unamused one, she scoffed and pointed to T.K., "Who's this? One of your geekazoid friends?" T.K. gave his own glare to match Lori's. He's not that much of a geek. Sure, he plays video games, stay up to schedule on his favorite shows, LARPs, and cosplays, but he doesn't do enough to his knowledge to classify as a geek.
"Yes but take the geekazoid out. This is T.K.; he just moved in the neighborhood today." Lincoln explained yet again. Lori rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, I guess. Welcome to Royal Woods, D.K. Now, if you two excuse me…" Lori replaced her phone up to her ear. "Sorry, Boo Boo Bear. Had a little geek detour. Now, what were you saying…Ha ha ha! She totally did!" Lori giggled, walking downstairs. T.K. got up to his feet and watched her walked.
Smirking, he nudged Lincoln and pointed down to Lori. He began to mimic Lori's movements mockingly. Hands clasped together, bright starry eyes, exaggerated hip swinging, and kissy faces. Lincoln began to giggle, stifling his laughs before it evolving into full blown laughter. He dropped to the ground, kicking his legs in joy.
"HA HA HA! Ok, ok! Stop, you're gonna give me a heart attack!" Lincoln wheezed before standing up. He pointed a thumb to the upstairs hallway, "He he. Come on, Lori might see you and turn you into a human pretzel." T.K. stopped and followed Lincoln. The two males didn't make even close to Lincoln's door as they were stopped by two blonde twin girls who were wearing sunglasses and sashes.
"Halt, scum! Proof of permission to walk these halls?" The blonde with the red cap demanded, holding her hand out.
"Proof of permission? What are you talking about, Lana? I don't need permission to walk to my room," Lincoln pointed out, utterly confused at Lana's surprisingly demanding attitude. She's usually the more mellow out of her and Lola. Lana looked towards her twin, who stopped writing and pulled her sunglasses down slightly.
"Don't question the officer, punk! Now, do you have proof or not!?" Lola growled, holding her pen threateningly. Lincoln gave a confused look towards T.K. The skater gave a confused shrug.
"Uh…no," Lincoln answered awkwardly. The twins gasped in shock before Lola brandished a pair of handcuffs made from pink pipe cleaners. She slowly made her way towards Lincoln.
"Well, sir. That's gonna be a SERIOUS problem, huh!? Now, come with us to your cell!" Lola ordered darkly. While she was handing Lincoln, Lana was eyeing T.K. suspiciously.
"Hey, sis. You want me to take in dreadhead here as well? He's making me feel funny and I'm not talking about Luan funny neither," Lana warned, scoping out every detail about T.K. Lola looked back and nodded before turning back to Lincoln.
"Yes, most certainly! We can't have any potential suspects running around here, can't we?" Lola pried knowingly, smirking.
Lana nodded while returning a smirk of her own, "No we can't, Lola." She pulled out her own blue pipe cleaner made handcuffs. As she made her way towards T.K., he only can make a simple nervous gulp.
Thirty minutes later…
"Kid Justice court is now in session!" Lana deemed, slamming down a hammer. T.K. and Lincoln were dressed in orange prison jumpsuits. T.K. was utterly lost at this point. First, he was 'convicted' and now he's in some type of courtroom!? IF the bedroom could count as a legit courtroom. This was just too crazy.
"Now, how do you, Lincoln Loud and your unnamed accomplice, plead to the charge of trespassing the hallway without permission?" Lana questioned accusingly. Meanwhile, Lincoln was trying to adjust to the tightness of the cuffs. Who knew pipe cleaners could be so tight? Lincoln finally felt comfortable before addressing his and T.K.'s case.
"Uh, we plea not guilty on the account of me showing T.K. around the house," Lincoln answered, gesturing towards T.K., who waved at Lana.
"Hm, likely story, jailbird. Now, has the jury reached verdict?" Lana asked, looking towards Lola. She was sitting with a group of stuffed animals. Lincoln raised his hand, catching Lana's attention. "Yes, defendant?"
"Does this have to do with the school starting a hall monitor unit?" Lincoln pried with a unamused glare. Lana and Lola's eyes widened as they looked at each other before looking back towards Lincoln.
"Uh…no!" They answered with sheepish smiles. Lola composed herself before answering, "We the jury find both of the defendants, GUILTY!" Lola declared, placing her hands on her hips for dramatic effect.
Lana raised her hammer, "I sentenced the two of you to…COMMUNITY SERVICE!" She slammed the hammer down. Lola cheered and congratulate her fellow jurors.
"Wait, community service?" Lincoln questioned in confusion while T.K. raised a eyebrow. The girls gave knowing smiles to the boys.
"Oh, you two will see," They stated cryptically. They giggled while Lincoln casted a mild worry look towards T.K.
10 minutes later…
T.K. the dragon stood guard in front the castle tower which princess Lola helplessly watched. "Help, help me, please! Will someone vanquish this horrid beast and save me?" Lola pleaded dramatically. T.K. beaten his chest threateningly. He's not gonna lie, T.K. loved to play the bad guy.
Outside, Lincoln and Lana, famed knights of the cardboard table, snuck to the doorway and hid on opposite sides. "Alright, Lana the grimey, are you ready to take on the foul beast?" Lincoln rallied, raising his sword which was crafted from the finest of cardboards.
"I'm SO ready, Sir Lincoln the cunning. Let's take it to him!" Lana exclaimed confidently, raising her sword as well. At the same time, the duo stepped in doorway and charged T.K.
"CHARGE!" Lincoln shouted determinedly, rushing to T.K. with Lana quickly following behind him. "Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu. Swoosh!" Lincoln called out, slowly swinging his sword. TK slowly batted the weapon away and swung his claw at Lincoln slowly, hitting him. "Agggrh! You got me! You got me!" Lincoln groaned, backing up.
Lana swung her sword slowly, "Chu, chu, chu, chu, chu. Swoosh!" T.K. slowly turned around and smacked her sword away from her hands with his tail. Grabbing her, T.K. gently shoved her back to where Lincoln was laying down. "Oh, no. I'm going dooooowwwwn!" She flopped besides Lincoln. "Ugh, how are we supposed to beat him? He's too strong!"
"I have an idea. Distract him while I go for the weak point," Lincoln instructed, pulling out a cardboard dagger. Lana gave him a silent salute and charged T.K. "Ok, dragon. Time to meet your maker," Lincoln boasted, turning towards T.K. and Lana.
So far, T.K. was winning the fight. "Chaaarge!" Lincoln screamed, running towards T.K., who had Lana in a gentle headlock. T.K. could only look in helpless shock as Lincoln slowly stabbed T.K. in the chest. Clutching his chest dramatically, T.K. dropped to his knees and gasped for air. He pawed the surrounding area frantically before finally playing dead.
"My heroes!" Lola chirped happily. She kissed Lincoln and Lana on the cheek. "The beast has been vanquished!" She cheered, throwing her hands up.
"The beast has been vanquished!" Lincoln and Lana repeated in excitement. T.K. slowly stood up as Lola and Lana suddenly hugged him.
"You were great as a dragon, uh, umm? What's your name, hehehe?" Lola giggled embarrassedly.
"Yeah, I really didn't get a name either. Lincoln?" Lana pried, looking over to him.
"Oh, yeah! I nearly forgot. His name is T.K., girls," Lincoln revealed. The girls looked back towards T.K.
"Hm, he looks more like a D.J. to me," Lana compared. T.K. didn't really thought about that. He was always content with the name Terrence. Although, he like the name Darius too.
"Don't mind her. She's kind of rude. On the other hand, you are a certified qqqqt!" Lola flirted, pinching T.K.'s cheeks. T.K. rolled his eyes with a blush from the compliment. He never thought he was a cute guy; he considered himself too aggressive for a girl.
Lana finally realized the insult that Lola tossed to her. "Hey, I'm not rude. What you call rude is what I call being friendly!" Lana argued defensively.
"So, what you call digging through other people's trash: making yourself cozy?" Lola smirked. T.K. stepped back as Lana raised her sleeves. He walked towards Lincoln, who was watching the twins go at it.
"Hm, you need something, T.K.?" Lincoln asked. T.K. nodded as he does a potty dance and shrugs his shoulders. Lincoln watched him as he tried to figure out the message. He snapped his fingers in realization, "Oh! You need to use the bathroom. Go out this door and far down at the end of the hallway is the bathroom. Now, if you excuse me, I have a fight to break up." Lincoln groaned, walking to pull the girls apart from each other.
T.K. rushed down to the bathroom but before he could even get to the knob, the door on his right opened. No one came out…buut a flying pie did! T.K. barely dodge the food item as looked towards the future victim that threw it. A brunette girl with another ponytail and buck teeth walked out with a mildly frustrated look. "Dang it! I thought you was Lori. Oh, well. How you doing, friendo? The name's Luan. That was some high PIE-load, ha ha, get it?" Luan chuckled heartedly.
T.K. gave a very unamused look to the jokester while another brunette with a pixel cut comes out of the same room. She wore the same look as T.K. "Dude, not cool. Sorry about my sister, man. She likes to prey on newbies like yourself, bro." The dark brunette explained, helping T.K. up.
"Anywho, I'm Luna, the loudest of all of the bunch. Wanna hear some sick jams?" Luna asked with a convincing smile. T.K. thought for a second before nodding yes. "Awesome choice, brah!" Luna complemented, dashing into her room. In a split second, she reappeared with a guitar and amps. "One, two and a one, two, three, four!" Luna counted, raising her hand to swing down the guitar. The amp boomed with a vicious sound wave which sent T.K. flying into the room across from Luna's and Luan's.
Dazed, T.K. tried to stop the tinnitus ringing in his ears as he opened his eyes. Another pair of eyes met his gaze. "Oh, where did you come from, little guy? Are you a real dragon?" A creamy blonde girl asked in wonder. Confused, T.K. stood up and lifted the facial part of the costume that was covering his face. The blonde gasped in shock, "A costume?! Is it someone's birthday?" She gasped again with a starry eyed smile, "It is mine!?"
T.K. was beginning to wonder if this blonde was putting on a charade or if she was really for real. Facepalming, Lori walked into the room. "No, Leni, it's not your birthday. It literally isn't for two more months." Lori reminded before seeing T.K. Her face turned into a glare. "Hey, J.K., how did you get in our room!?" Rolling his eyes, T.K. tried to walk away but Lori stepped in his way.
"Where do you think you're going, twerp!? I ASKED you a question!" Lori growled. Before T.K. could plea his case, Luna sheepishly poked her head through the doorway.
"Hehe, my bad, 'Ri. I kinda blew the lil' dude in here with my amp," Luna explained nervously. Softening her glare, Lori crossed her arms.
"Fine, I'll take your word for it, Luna. As for you, A.J., don't forget who run things around here when our parents aren't here!" Lori warned, putting a finger to T.K.'s face. Having her point cleared, Lori walked out of her room. If it wasn't for the fact that Lori was a girl, T.K. would of decked in her face for that. He walked out of the room and went to the bathroom.
He walked out of the bathroom as his phone buzzed with a text message. He looked at it and it was his father telling him that the house is set up, but they are going to wait on cable and internet for a few days. T.K. texted back and said ok. Lincoln walked to T.K., "Who was that, T.K., your parents?"
T.K. nodded yes and showed Lincoln the text. Reading the text, Lincoln looked back to T.K. with a smile. "Oh, your house is ready! Nice!" His face shifted to a sad one, "It stinks that you have to go without T.V. and internet for a while though." Lincoln pointed out, pouting.
T.K. waved a dismissive hand. He then pointed to all of the doors around him and held up seven fingers. Lincoln took a sec to think about what T.K.'s question before snapping his fingers in realization. "My sisters? Yeah, there's ten of us, myself included." Lincoln answered nonchalantly. T.K.'s eyes widened; were his parents part rabbit or something!? They MUST be that bored!
"I know, right? Very chaotic. Mom's having another one, too! I hope that it is a boy so that I can mold him into my image," Lincoln boasted excitedly. He then calmed down as he realized something else, "Say, you're the only other person that wasn't scared away by my sisters," Lincoln noted.
T.K. tilted his head in confusion. Were Lincoln's sisters really that bad? After what T.K. had gone through and seen in Dallas, the girls weren't really that bad to be honest. A little zany but not terrible. "You're thinking that the other kid is Clyde, right?" Lincoln questioned knowingly. T.K. nodded in response. "Then you are right. See, it's kinda hard for me to bring friends over here without my sisters scaring them away and it's really hard for me to make friends sometimes." Lincoln explained sadly, looking down to the ground.
T.K. share his sadness and took pity on the boy. All that Lincoln wanted was for someone to handle his crazy family. Placing his hand on Lincoln's shoulder, he gave a confident smile and jabbed a thumb towards himself. Lincoln gave a thankful smile, "Thanks, man." He gave T.K. a tight hug.
T.K. was a little…weirded out but then again, his father tried to be affectionate at times too. T.K. returned the hug, patting him on the back. The two stayed like that for a minute.
"Kids, dinner!" A male voice called out.
"You wanna stay for dinner? Dad makes great lasagna," Lincoln promised. T.K.'s eyes widened. He loves lasagna but he just won't eat anyone's and call it great. He's kind of a stickler for flavor. T.K. nodded rapidly. "Awesome, let's go. You can meet the rest of my sisters too!" Lincoln motioned, walking downstairs with a grin. T.K. followed the boy to the dining room.
Five minutes later…
T.K. covered his lasagna as food flew across and over him in a frantic food fight. He gave Lincoln a mild unamused look. "Hehe..he. Sorry, the girls can be kinda…hyper at dinnertime," Lincoln apologized sheepishly as marinara sauce splattered across his face. Sighing, T.K. tried to resume eating but there was something or…someone breathing on the back. T.K. slowly looked behind him and saw a black haired little girl basically STARING into his SOUL. T.K. yelped as he jumped five feet out of his seat and thudded on the ground. Everyone stopped and looked at the dreadhead and little girl.
"Excuse me, I was wondering that I could have an opinion about something?" The black haired girl asked in a monotone manner. Raising an eyebrow, T.K. nodded. "Well, Lisa and I were having a formal argument about if a bat biting you, you would turn into a vampire. Could you tell her that it WOULD happen?" The girl asked, pointing a finger towards a brunette toddler with glasses.
"Well, I think that's pure poppycock if you think that going to happen in real life like in one of those shows that you watch, Lucy," Lisa remarked calmly. She looked towards T.K. with a bored stare. "Would you please enlighten my elder sibling unit that it would NEVER happen in anyone's lifetime?" T.K. look back and forward between Lucy and Lisa and thought to himself.
He always want to turn into something at will like in every superhero movie he and his dad watch; however, the only thing that he can replicate is the fighting moves that he saw on those martial arts movie. Not perfectly but he can replicate them. T.K. looked back towards Lucy and shook his head, disagreeing with her.
"Sigh, thank you anyways," Lucy expressed, walking back to her table. T.K. hopped back to the table and resumed eating. Before long, he was done. He walked to Mr. Loud and handed him his plate.
"Thank you," Mr. Loud expressed with a smile. He took the plate before looking back at T.K., "I'm Lynn Sr., by the way." Mr. Loud introduced, holding his hand out. T.K. held his hand out and shook his hand. "Whoa, good grip, son!" Mr. Loud complimented with a grin. T.K. returned the grin with his own and walked away.
DING DONG!
"I'll get it!" Lincoln shouted, walking towards the door. He opened the door, finding Bruce looking down.
"Yeah, I'm looking for my son, Terrence. Is he here?" Bruce wondered, looking into the house.
"Uh, you mean T.K., then yes. I'll go find him," Lincoln informed, walking back to the kitchen. "Hey, T.K.! Your father's here to pick you up," Lincoln told. T.K. nodded as he grabbed his skateboard and walked out of the room; however, he walked back and offered Lincoln a fist bump. "See ya, man! Hope you come back tomorrow," Lincoln returned the fist bump.
T.K. smiled as he walked to his father. "Ready, son?" Bruce asked. T.K. nodded in response. "Oh, thanks again for taking care of my son." Bruce expressed towards Mr. and Mrs. Loud.
The couple gave thankful smiles as the Mutombos walked out, closing the doors behind them. "Was that really all of their kids!?" Bruce questioned in extreme confusion. T.K. nodded. Bruce whistled, "Damn, they're parents of the century! Anyways, since it's the summer, you can stay up, Terrence." T.K. nodded happily as Bruce grinned. "That's my little warrior." They get into the truck and drove off from the Loud House.
Author's Note: Alright, that's how everything started, folks. I wanted to depict T.K. as Heroic Mime for shits and giggles. I'll try to update this and Fighter's Wounds but I'm trying to prepare for college and find a job for the summer. So, no promises about frequent updates, understand? Also, I graduated from high school too if you care about that.
So, we graduated school JUST to go back to school!? What tha fuq!?