Hey everyone!

It's me again! Hope you all had a great holiday weekend. I know I did.

I know it's been at least a year since I published anything new. Let's just say that I've been dealing with a lot of things lately (including school and work), so I haven't had a lot of time to think up any new ideas (let alone write them down).

However, this one has been in my mind for quite some time and I just had to get started on it.

As you may guess, yes, this is another Nicktoon hero story involving the Loud House characters. But this time, I'm going to switch things around a bit. Rather than focus solely on Lincoln and his sisters, I'm going to have this story be about some minor characters in the show (which you'll find out whom as they come).

But before we get onto that, let's start out with the prologue.

As always, I own nothing. All characters are created/owned by Nickelodeon

With all that said, let's kick off the new year with a new story.

Enjoy!

The story begins in a dark, secret lair. Otherwise known as a basement hidden underneath a house in Retroville.

In that lair, there was a group of villains known as the evil syndicate (a group of villains that are from different cartoon worlds) sitting at a huge table in the dark with nothing but a single lamp, looking through some newspapers. All of which had pictures and headlines of some familiar children.

"Well would you look at this," said one called Skrawl. "'Secret Chalk World: Myth Or Reality'."

"That's nothing," said another member, Smitus. "Check this one out. 'Robot XJ9 Once Again Defeats Evil Cluster Robots'! Pfft! Bologna!"

"You think that's bad?" Replied King Goobot. "Look at this one. 'Local Resident Jimmy Neutron Outsmarts Alien Eggs.' Puh-Leeze!"

"Oh, blah, blah, blah!" Plankton interrupted. "Heroes did this! Heroes did that! This is why you're a bunch of jokes. It's always all talk and no do. What a bunch of worthless lackeys!"

"Look who's talking, shrimp," shouted Technus. "Last I checked, you never got your stubby feelers on that Krabby Patty secret formula!"

"Hey, that's not true!" Plankton protested. "I did once or twice. And I would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for that meddling sponge." He then turns to Mr Crocker. "Anyway, how many of those so-called 'fairies' have you caught so far, Mr Crackpot!?"

"I'll have you know, I've captured Turner's fairies many times before. At least I think I have." Of course, it was difficult for Crocker to remember, since every time he did capture Timmy Turner's fairies, he would end up getting his mind erased afterwards.

"This can not go on!" Shouted Professor Calamitous. "We need a new plan! One that will get rid of those wretched kids once and for all!"

"Ah, what's the point anyway?" Groaned Traloc. "They'll just keep coming after us no matter what plan we come up with. As if the answer to all this is just going to come knocking at the front door."

Just then (as luck would have it), a knock was heard on the front door.

"Now who could that be?" Wondered Calamitous. "Plankton, go see who's at the door."

"What? Why me?"

"Because……um…..because……" Calamitous tried coming up with an answer, but it wasn't until his daughter Beautiful Gorgeous came and whispered into his ear. "Because I'm the one who founded this syndicate, so I make the orders around here."

Plankton tried to argue back, but realized there was no point in doing so. "Ugh, fine! I'll go. But when I get back, I'm calling a change in management."

Plankton hopped off the table and made his way to the front door, grumbling along the way. But once he gets to the door, he's not able to open it for an obvious reason.

"Excuse me! I can't reach the doorknob!"

"Oh, hold your horses, half pint." Vlad (in his human form) comes over and scoops plankton up in his hand.

The two of them then opened the door and saw a figure standing right in front of them. The figure was wearing a dark cloak covering their entire body from head to toe. They also had a hood over their head with so much darkness covering their face. There was no way of knowing who this was, but when they started to speak, the voice sounded rather feminine.

"Hello there."

Both Vlad and Plankton were left stunned, confused and suspicious.

"Uh, can we help you?" Vlad asked.

"As a matter of fact, you can", said the figure. "Would you mind if I stepped in? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Right………" Plankton replied sarcastically. "Listen, whatever you're selling, we don't want any. Drive safely."

They were about to close the door, but the figure put her foot in the doorway, leaving it open a crack.

"Hold up. Word on the street is that you want to do away with some goody-two-shoes heroes. I want in."

Plankton was still suspicious. "And what makes you think we'll just let you in."

"Let's just say I got a score to settle."

"Are you referring to those good-for-nothing kids who foil our plans?" Vlad asked to clarify.

"The very same. However, there's one in particular that I'd like to deal with personally. The others are all yours."

Both Vlad and Plankton were still, but at this point, they were desperate for a plan. So they ultimately decided…….

"Come on in."

The two of them let the figure in and lead her downstairs into the lair, where the other villains are waiting.

"Well, took you long enough," sighed Traloc.

"And who's your friend?" Asked Beautiful Gorgeous.

"She some kind of Girl Scout?" Questioned Mr Crocker. "Because mother already bought a surplus of their cookies."

"Oh relax," Plankton replied. "She's not here for that."

"Then just who exactly might you be?" Beautiful Gorgeous asks again.

"Names are not important," said the figure. "What is important is what I came here for. I understand that you're all scheming to get rid of some heroes."

"Yeah? So what else is new?" Technus shouted. "I suppose you got an idea of how to do it? Fat chance it's ever going to help. That squirt never even got his mitts on that stupid burger recipe."

"Hey! I did, twice!" Plankton argued. "And quit calling me Squirt! At least it's easier to obtain than that ghost boy you keep chasing after!"

"Well it's more than you can say for momma's boy over here!" He shouts, pointing towards Mr Crocker.

"Keep mother out of this!" Crocker barked.

At that point, all the villains were all arguing nonstop about all their respective failures.

"SILENCE!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, they all stopped and looked towards the newcomer.

"You know what, that's the problem with all of you. You don't know how to grasp what you catch. You've all managed to get a hold of those heroes' most prized possessions and values, but you've never been able to keep them for yourself. One way or another, they always find a way to take it back. It's not your fault. It's those heroes. They're the ones filled with greed. But now, with my help, we'll not only take away what they value most, but we will finally do away with those twerps once and for all, so that never again will they interfere with our lives. Now I have a plan to put all this into action, but I can't pull it off without all of your help. So what do you say?"

The figure held out her hand onto the table. The rest of the villains huddled together for a brief moment before finally turning around.

"We say……."

One by one, they all put their hands (claws, feelers, etc.) into the center and grinned wickedly.

"Welcome to the syndicate."

And so, a deal was made. The syndicate had a new mysterious teammate and a new plan was put into action.

And so, thus ends the prologue.

But not to worry. The next chapter should come very soon. I'm just making some last minute adjustments. At best, I'll have it ready in about a few days.

Until then, stay tuned.