A/N: This was requested by Odd Combo. Enjoy!
All that a skater needs is himself, his board, and the road to take him where he wants to go. The wind blew quite frequently on this autumn Saturday afternoon as T.K. zipped and zoomed through the streets of Royal Woods. He became accustomed to the layout of the neighborhood and town nearby; he just had to talk to the skating locals about the hottest skate spots. The dreadhead usually go out in the morning, skated about the town, and won't return until late midday or even sunset if he really got his groove going on. This often helps him relax and vibe freely without the insane hustle and bustle of the Loud House dragging him down. The boy loves them through and through but they are some eccentric sons of bitches!
One of his preferrable places is the Royal Park where he can grind on rails and practice his flatland skills. It lacked any tasty half pipes or bowls; however, that's where the Skateplex comes in. Located right outside of town, this attraction contains fifty foot half pipes that can launch a goer up into the air like a rocket, twenty flights of stairs for skaters to record their sessions on, and rails that stretched to four school buses that'll make the most seasoned vet take a second glance, it the place to show off and flex with no regard and respect. He was actually heading back from Skateplex after a nice session with Tane, Malik, and Johnny. Also, he heard that Sr. is making burgers and that's all you need to get the boy to come home in a heartbeat.
Stopping at the corner of the sidewalk for a car, T.K. waited for the vehicle to pass as it did before crossing the street. He continued onward, opting to cut through Blackwood Gulch, Royal Woods' more well-off neighborhood that sat in the hills. Gazing at the huge, luxeriously looking homes, expensive cars, and the pools, T.K. pictured him living there one day with Krystal at his side. They would be happily rich and expecting a baby pretty soon. ...Well, it's alittle early for that spiel. Besides, he was beginning to sound like Lori and Bo-
"MERRRRROW!" A scared cat shrieked at the top of its lungs, which snapped the boy out of his daydream. He was about to run over the cat!
"Ah!" T.K. yelped, swerving out of the way of the dumb cat. This directional change turned him towards a trail into the surrounding woods. The boy ducked under, leaped over, edged around every branch, overgrown root, and rock that happened to come in his way. "Ugh, there's no end to this place!" T.K. yelled as his prayers were miraculously answered as the path began to loosen up; however, as just that occured, the hill started to get steep. VERY steep. "Oh LORD! STUPID CAAAAAT!" T.K. screamed, crouching down to grip his board. The incline made sure that he was going at breakneck speeds, which he would be happy except for one thing: dead ahead, he could see a cliff that overlooked the entire Royal Woods. Dear Lord, he about to take an unintentional flight lesson.
Quickly, he looked towards his right and saw a safe patch of grass for him to land on. Before he could, a pebble catapulted him and board in the air for a millisecond. This caused his hands to jut out from him to attempt to break the fall, which did but he landed hard on his palms that caused white hot pain to flood his both of his wrists.
THUD!
"AAAAAH!" T.K. bellowed painfully, squinting one eye open to see his board go sailing over the edge and down to the town below. "My board! That's my last one!" He tried to move his fingers but the same pain traveled to the left index finger that he tried to move.
"This is bad. I think I sprained my both my wrists," T.K. groaned to himself before looking upward to the now setting sun. His eyes widened as he realized it's about be dark soon, which this isn't ain't the place to be during that time. Who knows what predators could out in these parts? Gritting his teeth, he propped himself up on his feet as he writhed in agony from his sprained wrists. Now standing, the dreadhead began to retrace his steps in order to make his way home.
One hour later...
Finally, T.K. painfully made his way to the front door. His wrists throbbed with pain as he looked down to them. Blue and black brushes covered the entirety of his wrists and they were swelling red two times their size. Groaning in distress, T.K. looked towards the doorknob as his face fell in dread. He tilted his head all over the knob but there was no way around it: he's gonna have to open it somehow. Well, he can't use his hands because his wrists are damaged beyond belief. Maybe... "Ugh, this is going to be sooo disgustin'," Opening his mouth wide while baring his teeth, he grabbed the doorknob with said teeth and twisted his head to turn the knob. Hearing the door click open, he pulled back enough for him to walk inside. After coming in, he used the nook of his arm to push the door closed. Sighing in relief, T.K. shoved his hands in his pockets to hide his injury. "Alright, just need to make it through dinner, take a shower, and cry myself to sl-"
"Hey, T-Man! Slap me some skin!"
Jumping in place from the scare, T.K. turned his head and saw Lynn rushing towards him with a greeting smile and her hand outstretched. Gulping, T.K. quickly sidestepped as she attempted to jump in the air, which Lynn faceplanted onto the ground. "Owwww! What the heck, dude!? Why did you move?" Lynn interrogated while standing up again with a glare.
T.K. raised his eyebrow in annoyance, "To be fair, Lynn, you caught me off guard. Also, I barely had time to react."
"Ugh, fair enough," Lynn replied with a shrug. She then took a good look at T.K., who was covered in dirt, scuff marks, and tears in his clothing. There was even a twig in his hair too. She immediately got in close to T.K. as he took a small step back, "Whoa, man. What happened to you? You look like you've been through the ringer."
"Yeah, we're, uh, playing football at the park, "T.K. lied, ignoring the urge to scratch an itch on his arm.,
Lynn raised her eyebrow and tilted her head, "Wait, you said that you was out skateboarding for the day and if so, that must been some game of football."
"Look, we were in a very intense game, alright. We guys just simply lose control and fists start flyin'," T.K. justified with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, fine. Just be more careful, alright," Lynn scolded lightly.
T.K. chuckled slightly at her unnatrual concern, "Alright, ma." With that, Lynn walked away to get ready for dinner, which leaves T.K. with another dilemma: how in the hell is he gonna wash his hands?
Ten minutes later...
"Dinnertime, kids!" Sr. shouted upward to the ceiling. Immediately, everyone came rushing downstairs to a relaxing family dinner. Meanwhile, T.K. is in utter agony from his wrists. He tries vainly to hide it with a blank stare and placed his hands in his pockets. The poor boy don't know how much longer he can keep this up. "Alright, tonight's dinner is burgers, gang. I made 'em right down to your personal favorite condiments. Dig in, everyone!" Sr. urged with a jolly smile.
And dig in they did! There was a nice cacophony of mmm's, tastys, and yummys among the Loud kids as they amused each other with their stories about their day. T.K. would chime in with his anecdotes but the random spasms of pain in his wrists prevents him from doing so. On top of that, he hasn't made a dent in his burger, which Lincoln notices a few minutes in.
Lincoln nudged him with his elbow, "Uh, T.K. Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. It justs been a long day," T.K. responded calmly, casting a tired look out of the corner of his eye.
"Well, I guess. You haven't touch your burger," Lincoln pointed out, nodding towards the pristine burger that T.K. has yet to take a bite.
T.K. squinted his eyes, "Lincoln. I'm fine. Watch." He reared his head back and opened his mouth. Suddenly, his head lurched quickly to the burger.
THUD! CHOMP!
The resulting sound halted everyone in what they were doing and looked towards T.K., who was wolfing down his entire burger in six vicious bites. Lana took a fancy to this with a smile, "Hey, good thinking, T." She leaned her head back and joined in the ravenous eating until Rita cleared her throat in annoyance.
Lola covered herself with a growl, "Grr. LANA!"
"T.K., Lana, please use your hands and chew your food slowly," Rita groaned, causing the two to stop. Luckily, T.K. finished his burger.
"Sorry, Ma; Mom," T.K. and Lana apologized, swallowing their food.
T.K. stood from his chair while he stretched. "Thank you, Daddy-o. I'm gonna turn in early for the night. K? Thanks!" Grabbing the paper plate with his mouth, he spedwalked away from the table before any questions about his weird behavior arises. It seemed like he was going to get away scot free...until he tripped over Cliff who was sleeping in the kitchen doorway, "Ahh!"
THUD!
"FREAKIN' HELL, CLIFF! BAD CAT!" T.K. barked angrily, jetting his hands out to rub them as they gave his condition away.
Lincoln leaped out of his seat in shock after seeing T.K.'s swollen wrists., "Oh gosh, T, that looks very bad!" Getting close to T.K., he grasped his right wrist, which sent a surge of pain in T.K.'s arm. The girls and the parentals surrounded the two. They got a good look at T.K.'s mangled wrists.
"Eww, it totes look like dad's meatloaf," Leni cringed, instinctively closing her eyes. That meatloaf comment didn't go unnoticed by her father, who frowned in offense.
"Hey!" Sr. whined as Lori patted her dad on the back reassuringly.
"I'm sure that Leni didn't mean it like that, dad," Lori comforted. "Now, T.K., what happened to you!?"
T.K. sighed, avoiding everyone's unsettled glances, "A cat made me swerve off trail on my way home, I was about to fall off a cliff, I jumped towards a patch of grass, and landed on my wrists too hard. Also, I think there is a vendetta going on between me and cats."
"Well, vendetta or not, dude. You need to head down to the hospital to get that check out," Luna urged sternly.
Lisa waddled up the dreadhead, "That won't necessary, Luna. Now, lend me your injured limb, Terrence." With a groan, T.K. does so. Lisa looked closely as her glasses produced a greenish fan-shaped light swept up and down T.K.'s wrist before dissapating.
"Uh, so Lisa? Did you find what's wrong with Terri?" Lola pried with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
Lisa nodded, "Yes, I did. It's a Grade II sprain which consists of: pain, more severe ligament damage, a feeling of looseness to the joint, and some loss of function. Recovery shall be swift after five weeks..."
"Huh, five weeks!?" T.K. whimpered in sadness. Lisa glared him for the rude interruption before continuing.
"That is if you do not, under any circumstances, partake in any other extreme measures of activity. Understand?" Lisa instructed firmly.
T.K. sighed through his nose, "Crystal clear."
"Good to hear, son. Now, Lincoln, do you mind helping out your brother until he feels better?" Sr. asked, looking towards the snow haired boy.
Lincoln nodded with a smile before helping the physically disabled dreadhead up, "Sure, dad. I make sure that T is safe and sound." He then gave T.K. a loving clutch around his shoulder. "Right, bud?"
"Yay," T.K. droned with a light blush on his cheeks.
The next morning...
T.K. was sound asleep in his bed as he heard a knock and soon after, a muffled, 'T.K., wake up,' could be heard through the thick basement door. T.K.'s response was to turn over in his sleep and ignore the noise. The knocking grew louder as he squrimed in annoyance. Before he could do anything, he hears the basement door opening and someone stomping downstairs. Peeking with one eye open, he saw Lincoln scowled at him with his hands on his hips. Upon further inspection, Lincoln was wearing his everyday clothes. "Ugh, what?"
"You, that's what! Need I remind you that you that today's a school day?" Lincoln reminded in a terse tone.
T.K. hid himself underneath his pillow, "Can I just lay here until my wrists heal? Besides, how am I supposed to do my work?"
"Just talk to Mrs. Johnson, dude. She'll understand. Now, where's your face and body towel at?
"...Why?" T.K. asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
"To help you shower," Lincoln answered honestly.
"..." A blank stare was all that Lincoln got as the entirety of the situation set in for T.K.
Five minutes later...
"COME ON, LORI! WE HAVE LESS THAN TWO HOURS TO GET READY!" Lola screeched angrily, pounding on the door.
"Literally relax, will ya!? I'm almost done!" Lori snapped back from behind the door. It's always a hassle for everyone to be orderly ready in time for school or any other affairs, especially with a squadron of females. That's why the Loud men like Lincoln and Sr. get up eariler to remedy that while T.K. on the other hand, take his showers at night. This was basicially a traffic jam for kids.
"Ugh, I hate it when she get up first," Luna complained, rubbing her eyelids in frustration.
"NO! HELL NO, LINCOLN!"
"You're overreacting, T.K.!"
The girls turned their heads to T.K. running up the stairs with Lincoln close behind. Focusing their glances on the boys, they can see minor scuff marks and sweat on the two. Who knew that T.K. can still defend themselves without any hands albeit poorly? Zipping back and forth, T.K. was avoiding Lincoln at all costs, which was difficult due to no hands. Luna decided to step up and stopped the madness by snagging the boys by their necklines, "Enough! What is going on, dudes!? It is way too early for this!"
"T.K. needs a bath and he doesn't want me to help!" Lincoln began, pointing his finger to T.K.
T.K. rolled his eyes, "Again, do you realize how awkward that sounds!?"
"I'm trying to help yo-"
"ENOUGH!"
The booming voice caused everyone to turn their heads to Lori, who was in a bathrobe with her hair in a towel and her face was in spa mudmask, glared at Lincoln and T.K. The dreadhead cringed at the unholy sight. Appearances be damn. This woman will quiet down her siblings on any given tomfoolery.
"Ew, Lori. At least make yourself decent before asserting your authority," T.K. groaned, closing his eyes.
Lori squinted her eyes and growled, "You are literally lucky that you are injured. Now, Terrence, you are GOING to let Lincoln bathe you. No ifs, ands, or buts! Got it?!"
"But he's goin' to touch my butt!" T.K. whined, shaking his head.
"TERRENCE!" Lori screamed, literal fires stewing in her eyes.
T.K. rolled his eyes, "Fine! Can YOU get out of the bathroom so that all of us can get ready?" As such, Lincoln and the other siblings glared at the eldest Loud. He had her there to be honest.
"Yeah!" They all demanded in annoyance. Lori, frustrated and flustered, walked to her room with her head tilted upward as she muttered to herself.
Eight hours later...
Well, Mrs. Johnson completely understood T.K.'s plight and let him just sit and watch the class, much to the chagrin of the other students sans Lincoln and Clyde; however, he would have to do a copious amounts of homework in order to catch back up. Most of the girls in class wanted to help T.K. with things like going over lessons, helping him eat, and such. He counted that as a major win in his opinion. The skater was on the couch in the living room, watching T.V. It helps that it drowns out the noise from the others. He laughed at the criminal's misfortune as the felon was bumrushed by officers until a small tingle made his nose twitched. He tried to ignore it as he continued his watching but the tingle grew more annoying by the rapidly passing second. He winced and wiggled about for what seemed like an eternity until he finally opened his mouth, "LINCOLN!"
He breathed a sigh of relief as the snow haired fellow rushed down the stairs. "What's wrong, T?" T.K. wonder why Lincoln never did any track; he certainly got the legs for it.
"My nose itchs," T.K. whimpered, blushing again as he couldn't do much. He felt so...helpless. Having someone watch over you like a fragile baby. This really sucks!
"Oh, here then," Lincoln smiled as he leaned in and scratched T.K.'s nose thoroughly.
T.K. leaned back slightly in bliss from the scratching, "A little to the left. Your left. Down a smidge. Ahhhhh, better."
"Poor wittle guy. Anything else?" Lincoln asked with a warm grin.
"No, I'm good. You can go."
Lincoln nodded as he walked away, leaving T.K. alone once again. Sighing to him, he turned to his left as he laid his eyes on Lana's skateboard. Without any realization, he slowly broke into a cold sweat. It as if the skateboard is a complete stranger, wanting to give T.K. more than 'free candy'. Shuddering, he returned his eyesight to the tube. "Why...did that happen?" T.K. thought as he use his nose to change the channel.
Five weeks later...
"Ugh, my wrists! I'll never take you for granted ever again!" T.K. promised happily, rubbing his wrists soothingly as he and Rita came through the front door. They finally went and got the dreadhead's hard cast off. T.K. couldn't stop feeling them constantly as if he might break them by the slightest misfortune. Lincoln and the girls ran downstairs as they cheered for T.K.'s recovery. Looking at Lincoln, he gave him a pat on the back. "You are relived of your duties, Linc. Thanks." However, Lincoln wasn't settling for just that.
"Get over here, you! Anything for my bro," Lincoln grinned warmly, hugging the dreadhead as Rita and the girls d'awwed.
"Totes adorable!" Leni squealed, snapping a quick picture with her phone.
"Lincoln!" T.K. winced, his face glowing red in embarrasement. Mercifully, Lynn was there to bail him out and she was decked out in a helmet, pads, and...her skateboard. There that cold sweat again! What is going on with him?
"Alright, you two. Break up the mushy bromance. Now, T, you wanna hit the skatepark? Your and my friends missed you down there while you were out," Lynn urged, nudging him with her elbow.
T.K.'s eyes zipped all over the room, "I, uh, you see-"
"Lynn, he literally just got his casts off. At least, let him rest for a bit," Lori reminded sternly, gestturing to T.K.
"Aw, what? He's perfectly fi-"
Rita glared at her sporty daughter, "Lynn, listen to your sister. Or do you want to nurse T.K. back to health without any sports what so ever?" Lynn shrank a bit at the consequence. That would practically kill her.
"No, ma'am," Lynn sighed before heading outside alone. T.K. let a breath that he didn't even realized that he had in the first place. Is he afraid of skateboarding? ...No, that's nonsense. It made him in the kid that he is today. How could something so mundane as a piece of wood on wheels instill something like fear into him? He looked around the house: worn out stairs, leaky pipes, and holes in the floor. This deathtrap could make the most hardened soldier actually questioned his life choices. No, he will NOT have anyone hurt because of there own foolishness. T.K. would be there to save them from their OWN foolishness! ...Oh, dear hell.
One day later...
"Grrr! Ehh! Hmmmph!" Luna struggled, trying to carry a large amplifier upstairs to her room. T.K. came downstairs from the bathroom as his eyes met Luna's. "Oh, dude! Mind lending me a hand?" She adjusted her grip on the amp as she slowly turned towards him.
"Oh, no worries, Luna. I got this under control," T.K. assured, taking the amp away with little struggle from the rocker. Luna was confused and concerned about T.K. handling the huge electronic device by himself. He walked downstairs to the front door.
"Uh, dude? My room is-" She was silenced by the door opening and T.K. heaving the amp away, sending it nearby the trash cans. T.K. then closed the door and smiled proudly while Luna was fumbling over her words like she was speaking English for the first time. It took her two and a half months to get that amp! All that time spent on chores and favors wasted! "DUDE! WHAT THE HE-"
A finger shushed Luna's lips as T.K.'s eyes slowly opened, still wearing the proud smile. "Shhh, child. You're safe now," He whispered happily, patting her cheek two times before walking away.
"...GRRRRRRRRRR!"
Two hours later...
"Ugh, this trash smell like the sins of the universe personified," T.K. gagged, inching the bag away from himself. Childish laughter echoed from the backyard as T.K. went through the back door. Lola and Lana were frolicking amongst themselves. The former pampered herself with her makeup kit while the latter was making her 'famous' mud pies. At the sound of the door closing, they noticed the dreadhead, who noticed the potentially dangerous things that they were holding. Not on his watch! You can catch diseases from mud and don't get T.K. started on the allergic reactions you can get from makeup.
"Hi, Terri!" They both greeted warmly.
"Hey...girls," T.K. returned with a monotonous manner. He slowly inched towards the water hose.
"You want me to give you a make over. I'll make you r-r-r-r-ravishing!" Lola purred, grinning smugly while twirling her lipstick in her fingers.
Lana stuck her tongue out with disgust, "Bleh! Bonk that mess! Wanna build some mudpies, T? I'm tryin' to go for a world record!" T.K. grabbed the water hose and slowly turned it on.
"Uh, yeah! World record for biggest slob!" Lola rolled her eyes with a sneer. T.K. took aim towards the twins.
Lana glared back at the pageant princess, "Nuh huh! World biggest snob sounds-"
SPLOOOOSH!
The torrent of water knocked the mudslingin' girl on her butt, sprawling all over the place. Lola was loving every second of it. "Ha, ha! Even Terr Bear ag-"
SPLAAASH!
She didn't get a chance to finish her gloating as she got hit with the watery quickness as well. The twins sputtered and spat out the excess water before glaring at the dreadhead. "WHAT THE HECK WAS TH-" They were both silenced by T.K.'s fingers.
"Shh, children. You're both safe now," T.K. whispered gleefully, patting both of them on the cheeks two times. He walked out of the backyard, leaving the two to their now ruined masterpieces. Lola checked herself in the mirror; makeup was runny, mixing into a incoherent mess. Lana tried to regain her mudpies but they were washed away.
"Our hard work! DESTROYED!" They both weeped pitifully.
Three hours later...
Lori was turning her room upside down as she tried to find her phone. A missing phone equals a mad Lori and lord help someone if she catches them with her baby. "Ugh, I can't believe I literally lost my phone! I just had it ten minutes ago!" She lifted her mattress up to only find piles upon plies of shoes. Phone induced-adrenaline can help with lifting insanely heavy stuff. Grunting in annoyance, Lori dropped her mattress as T.K. stood at the doorway of her room.
"What's wrong, lady?" T.K. tilted his head in confusion.
Lori frantically ravaged her closet via tossing her clothes and shoes everywhere, clearly desperate for her phone, "My phone's gone! I put it down to do something and it disappears! T.K., do you know what happened to my phone?"
"Oh, I got it right here," T.K. answered honestly, holding her phone up. A shrill gasp rattled his ears as Lori nearly trampled him to get her phone. "Alright, alright! Here!"
Lori breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks, twerp." Realizing that someone had her phone, she glared at him, "Did you do something to my phone? You used it to kill a spider again?"
T.K. shook his head, "What? No."
"Thank god. Now to catch with Bob-"
"But I did turned the parental controls," T.K. revealed nonchalantly, causing Lori's eyes to widen in horror.
"YOU...YOU WHAT?!" She stopped using that since she turned fourteen. Ain't no way in Hell the blonde remembered the code to disable it, let alone T.K's. MeTube, blocked. Headnovel, blocked. Rollr, oh that's definitely getting blocked. She gritted her teeth in anger, "H-how, password, you...y-you..." Her rising volcanic anger was quaked by T.K.'s finger.
"Shh, child. You're safe now," T.K. whispered majestically, patting her on the cheek two times. The dreadhead took his leave as the eldest blonde was about blow a fuse...along with a blood vessel.
"I'M. OLDER. THAN. YOOOOOOOURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Lori screamed in white-hot rage before chucking her phone straight through the window.
At night...
THUD! THUD!
Lori pounded her desk to signal the start of the sibling meeting. "Listen up everyone. I gather you all for this particularly special meeting without a certain dreadhead. I think you know why he isn't here," Lori stated knowingly, raising a eyebrow. The other siblings conversed with each other, detailing the latest changes about T.K. and their run-ins with him. The boy has ran amok with his safety crusade.
"He hid away Mr. Coconuts somewhere! Say something about splinters. If he tries anything else, I'll put him back in a splint myself. Ha, ha! Get it? Seriously though, I'm getting sick of this," Luan groaned, rubbing her temple.
Lynn sighed from the joke, "Well, T.K. poured all of my energy drinks because they cause kidney stones! I've been drinking that for two years straight and I've been ok."
"Well, that's just poppycock to me. Anywho, Terrence has broken my test tubes, poured my liquids down the drain, and dismantled my machines!" Lisa listed angrily, to the surprise of her siblings.
"He did!?" They all asked, wanting to know.
"No! But are we just going to sit around until he does?!" Lisa rallied with determination in her eyes.
"NO!" They replied, leaping to their feets. Lana brandished a rope with a devilish smirk.
"Now, lets do something about it, which I have a plan for," Lana promised, tugging the rope on both ends.
Ten minutes later...
The taste of nacho cheese chips buzzed T.K.'s taste buds as he munched on the zesty junk food while sitting on the couch. Another day passed, more of his siblings saved from themselves. Hell, he even taped Lincoln's hands together so that he won't get any cramps as he played video games. Yep, the Loud House will be known as the Safe House by the time he's done. He just need to figure out how to pad the hallways and such. As he ponder this, the others were glaring over him from behind the couch. "He's distracted! Get him!" Lola ordered, jutting a tiny finger to the culprit. The shrill voice alerted T.K. from la la land as he turned his head towards eleven headed beast.
"Wha? AHHH!" He screamed as they pounced him instantly.
One minute later...
"Turn on the lights! What's goin' on here?!" T.K. demanded, thrashing about in a chair. Lana had to double knot the rope to insure no easy escapes. His pleas were answered by Luan, who turned on the light. "I don't what goin' on here but lemme go! I don't want to suffer the loss of blood flow because of these tight ropes and knots!"
"There! That right there is, like, why you here! Terri, that has to stop!" Leni scolded, shaking the boy back and forth lightly.
Lincoln eased in between the fashionista and the skater, "Easy, Leni." He turned his head and frowned disapprovingly. "Dude, this isn't like you at all. First, you won't skate at all and now this? What gives?"
"I don't have to explain myself to you! Hahaha ha ha ha HA HA HA HA-"
WHAP!
A slap from Lynn snapped the boy out of his power trip. "Who just slapped me?" After the initial creepiness wore off, Lana walked up to him with sparkling eyes and a sad frown.
"Please, bro? We just want to know what's been wrong with you? Pretty please?" She begged, lip trembling.
The captured boy sighed, gathering his thoughts on what he was going to say. "Fine. ...I'm scared."
"Huh?" Everyone said, utterly baffled about the reveal. It was unlike for him to be honest about what he's feeling. T.K. would usually lie his way out but if one looked closely, his flaring nostrils usually kill the lie in seconds of it getting it out.
"I'm scared of hurting myself. Ever since that injury, I break into a cold sweat each time I look towards a board. It's like it's taunting with every moment I lay eyes on it. I can't go back. I WON'T go back. Not again," T.K. murmured sadly. Him: being scared of injury. He's such a joke.
"Uh, Lisa?" Lori wondered, looking towards the scientist.
Lisa nodded, "Already ahead of you, eldest sibling. He's clearly suffering from Traumatophobia: the fear of injury. The only way to battle against this is to take it head on." Everyone gasped at the wording of the sentence. Lisa was able to catch on to this, "Not injuring himself once more. I have a more safe option." She held up a DVD that has the title: Bone Crushing, Teeth Chattering Skateboarding Injuries 6."
"Skateboarding Injuries?" Lori read in confusion before gazing at Lisa in unamusement. "Who are are you and what have you literally done with Lisa?"
"Very funny. Now again, this is the least complicated solution that I composed of. Besides, what better way to find adoptive sibling closure with something that he knows?" Lisa retorted knowingly.
Luna nodded, "She does have a point, dudette." Lori sighed, having no other choices left.
"Ok. Lana, let him go," Lori requested. The flithy twin nodded before easily undoing the knots. While T.K. tend to his wrists due to the tightness, Lisa inserted the movie in the player and turned on the T.V. Rock music flooded the room as clips of skaters going through unfortunate mishaps played, ramping the violent factor of the movie. T.K. gulped in fear as his pupils shrank to mere dots
"Now, Terrence, for this to work: you have watch every second of it. No excuses. Understand?" Lisa informed before pressing play. She began to leave as everyone followed suit, giving encouragement by hugs or words. Will he be fixed by a mere movie. Only fate can decide.
A/N: Nothing to say really other than Merry Post-Christmas and Happy New Year. Thank you all for support and blah blah. Here's to 2019!
See you in the new year!