A/N: This was a request by a guy named crafordbrian17. He came up to me a few days ago and asked me if I could write a Loud House story. I never watched the show and I know very little about it, so he and I wrote it together. Forgive me if there are a few things out of place here, but I'm not in the mood to do research on the show. Also, this is the only time I'll accept requests. When the fanfic is finished, I'll turn down every request.

The sun was beginning to set, inside one of the many houses of Royal Woods, the Loud family was getting ready to end their day. While the Loud sisters were either doing their own thing or talking with one another, Lincoln was sitting on his bed, reading his comics with a smile.

While reading, the young, white-haired boy said the words out loud.

"Father, I know I failed to destroy Captain Justice, but grant me one more chance to destroy him!"
"NEVER! Not only am I stereotypically evil, but I am VERY unforgiving, especially towards my own flesh and blood! I banish your soul FOREVER!"
"NNNOOOOOO!"

"Wow, poor guy!" Lincoln exclaimed. "I'd surely hate to have a dad like that!"

When he finished talking, the boy turned the page to read some more. Just then, Lincoln heard his mother's voice coming from downstairs.

"Everyone! Dinner was made to be eaten! Come on, get your butts down here!"

Lincoln put down his comic book and calmly exited his room, hoping to get to the dinner table before his sisters. Unfortunately, he didn't even pay attention to his surroundings. When he got close to the stairs, his sisters burst out of their rooms and rushed to the kitchen, trampling Lincoln on the way.

"Ow..."

Lincoln got up and dusted himself off, grumbling in annoyance as he did so. He descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, his family already starting to eat. When the boy sat at the table and stared at the mushy meatloaf, he noticed something unusual. He saw his mother, Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lana, Lola, Lisa, and Lily... But not his father.

Lincoln then realized that he had not seen his father much lately. He was worried something was happening to him, but he didn't think about asking until now.

"Hey, where's Dad?" Lincoln asked. Rita's eyes turned to her son. After swallowing the bit of meatloaf in her mouth, she began explaining.

"Well... your father's been spending more time in the basement lately. I'm not sure why. But he says it's personal, so I won't pry into his business," she said before glaring in another direction. "Still... That's no excuse for missing dinner with us." Rita got up from her chair and yelled at the top of her lungs. "LYNN! SWEETHEART! COME TO DINNER!"

After her voice echoed throughout the house, everything fell silent. After about a minute, Lynn Sr. walked into view. Lincoln was shocked to see how his father looked. His eyes looked tired, and his stubble began to grow.

"I'm here. Sorry, honey," the man said, sitting at the table and briefly stretching his arms.

Lynn Sr. picked at his 'meal' before him and grimaced, wrinkling his nose. The meat was too soft, but he decided not to complain. When his father started eating, Lincoln decided to take a risk and ask his question.

"Dad, if you don't mind me asking, what're you doing in the basement all day? We've barely seen you lately."

Lynn Sr. stopped and chewed slowly, thinking. He then responded, choosing his words carefully.

"Oh, it's something I've been working on for years, and I feel like I'll finally be able to finish it very soon!"

"And what're you working-" Lincoln was interrupted when Lori cut in.

"SOO, since we're all finally here, how about I tell you guys about MY day!"

"What, you're gonna say how much time you've been spending on social media or talking about Bobby again," Luna scoffed. "We should talk about how I'M writing my new song!"

"You rock songs are overrated!" Lynn Jr. interjected. "How about we talk about more important things, like how my softball team is on a winning streak!"

In a few seconds, the quiet atmosphere was replaced by meaningless noise. Lincoln shut down every single sound his sisters made and focused on eating. Because of that, he managed to finish first.

"Okay, thanks, Mom."

After that, Lincoln exited the kitchen and snuck out of everyone's sight. He opened the door to the basement. The last time Lincoln went down there, it was super dark. But this time, he could see a little light down the stairs. He descended the stairs, trying his hardest not to make a noise. As if it mattered.

"Okay, Dad. Let's see what's gotten you interested lately."

After taking a sharp turn, he was shocked by what he saw. The basement was now clean and tidy, but there was a significant change in the middle of the room.

There was a large table, and on the top was the model of a city. Lincoln was surprised, seeing the model. He walked over there to get a closer look.

"Whoa... Is that...a model of Detroit?" he asked, stepping closer and seeing how well-made it was. The model was very detailed, and the buildings were painted meticulously. "Wow, Dad! I had no idea you had such a talent. It's so big, so perfect, so... Wait a second, something's not right..."

Lincoln noticed that one of the taller buildings didn't look right.

"That radio antenna shouldn't be there!" Lincoln said, pointing at the flaw. "I looked up online, and it's not there."

Then Lincoln thought for a moment, trying to decide what to do.

"Maybe I should remove it... Or should I tell my dad about it? Maybe I'lllll gooooo- Nah, I'll do it myself."

Lincoln approached the model. He grabbed the mini radio antenna and began pulling it but found it was stuck. Lincoln pulled hard, but it wouldn't come out.

"Oh, come on, get off of there!" Lincoln snapped while still pulling.

With one more hard pull, the antenna finally came out. ... Along with the building and the whole street! When Lincoln saw this, his heart instantly sank to his knees.

"Oh, no! No, no, no, no no no!" Lincoln started panicking now. "What do I do? Where's the glue?!"

Lincoln looked around, searching for the glue, but he had no idea it was. As he looked around, he didn't realize it was already too late.

"Lincoln..." said a voice from behind. From the boy's perspective, it was deep, intimidating, and oozed with doom.

He quickly turned around, and he saw Lynn Sr. looking completely horrified.

"What in blazes are doing down here, young man?"

Lincoln quickly tried to think of what to say while looking from left to right nervously.

"Dad, listen, I-"

He was interrupted when Lynn Sr. ran past him, pushing him aside before taking a closer look at his damaged model. Once he got a good look, he grabbed the sides of his head.

"MY DETROIT MODEL!" he cried. "This took me twelve years to make!"

Then Lincoln gave a surprised look while thinking to himself.

"Oh, no..." Lincoln knew he was in serious trouble, and he could practically see his life flash before his eyes as his father slowly turned his head, giving his son a death glare.

"You..." Lynn Sr. said venomously. The boy gulped, backing away as his father slowly stepped closer.

"Dad, please! It was an accident," Lincoln stammered, trying to calm his father down.

"The only accident here is not paying attention when you snuck in here behind my back!"

Before he knew it, Lincoln found himself against the wall opposite the model. The boy looked up and saw his father towering over him, his shadow looming over his small body as he almost gnashed his teeth to powder from anger.

"Dad..." Lincoln said in deep fear.

"You have ten seconds to get out of my house..."

'Wait, what?" Lincoln said, now completely confused.

"Nine. Eight..."

"Dad, what are you saying!?"

"Seven. Six..." the man continued, slowly getting angrier. Just then, Lincoln shoved his father away to give himself more room, not realizing it was a bad move.

"Dad, I'm not leaving! This is my house too!' Lincoln said.

...

Not even a minute later, Lynn Sr. opened the front door to his house while carrying Lincoln. Once they got to the porch, the man threw the boy onto the driveway.

"And don't come back!" Lynn Sr. shouted before slamming the door shut. Lincoln looked up at the door, wanting to protest. But part of him knew it'd be useless.

"Ah, poop. I REALLY messed this up, huh?"

Then he looked down at the driveway on his hands and knees. The street was quiet, and there was no one around. Then he sadly looked back at his (former) house.

"Guess I've wasted all my second chances," he continued in dejection before getting up and walking away.