The Loud House / Murder Drones:

Some Disassembly Required

Written by: Nonya B. Swackz

Disc.: The Loud House belongs to Viacom International, Inc.; created by Chris Savino.

Murder Drones belongs to Liam Vickers and Glitch Productions.

Chapter 1: Unexpected Guests

The night sky above Royal Woods was usually punctuated by the chirping of crickets and the distant howl of coyotes. Tonight, however, a fiery streak tore across the inky canvas, accompanied by a sound like a banshee gargling gravel.

Inside the plummeting vessel, sparks flew and alarms blared.

"N, you useless bot! Stabilize the rocket!" V shrieked, her yellow optics flickering wildly as she wrestled with a sparking control panel.

"I'm trying!" N replied, his typically cheerful voice strained with panic. He frantically mashed buttons, his single blue eye wide with alarm. "But…the…spinny thing is…not spinning right!"

Uzi, strapped into a jury-rigged seat in the back, groaned. "Great. Just great. First, that stupid rogue drone tried to eat our fuel cells, and now we're going to be splattered across some backwater planet like exploded oil squids!"

With a final, shuddering lurch, the rocket ship – a cobbled-together contraption of scavenged parts and questionable engineering – slammed into the ground with a deafening CRUNCH. Trees snapped, dirt flew, and the impact sent a shockwave that rattled the windows of a certain loud house on Franklin Avenue.

Inside the Loud house, a different kind of evening was unfolding. Leni was attempting to teach Lucy how to braid her long, black hair, resulting in a tangled mess of giggles. Luna was strumming a quiet, melodic tune on her acoustic guitar in her bedroom. Lincoln was engrossed in his Ace Savvy comic in the living room, while Lola and Lana bounced around the house, their energy levels seemingly defying the laws of physics.

The sudden, violent tremor and the ear-splitting crash brought their activities to an abrupt halt.

"What was that?" Leni gasped, dropping Lucy's hair.

Luna's strumming stopped mid-chord. "Sounded…big."

Lola's eyes widened with excitement. "Oooh, maybe it's a parade!"

"Or a monster!" Lana added, her bubbly voice filled with a hint of thrill.

Lincoln cautiously peered out the window. "I don't think so. It looks…fiery."

Curiosity piqued, the Loud siblings, led by a hesitant Lincoln, cautiously made their way outside. The source of the commotion was immediately apparent. In the middle of their backyard, a mangled, smoking contraption lay half-buried in the flowerbeds.

"Whoa…" Lincoln breathed.

The wreckage hissed and groaned, and after a moment, a hatch creaked open with a shower of sparks. Three figures emerged, silhouetted against the dim moonlight. They were vaguely humanoid in shape, but their movements were jerky and their limbs seemed to be made of sharp, metallic segments. Glowing yellow eyes stared out from their masked faces.

"Are those…robots?" Lucy whispered, her hand flying to her mouth.

"Maybe they're friendly robots!" Lana exclaimed, clapping her hands.

"Or…scary robots!" Lola countered, hiding slightly behind Lincoln.

N was the first to fully emerge, his head swiveling as he took in his surroundings.

"Um, status report?" he asked nervously.

V gracefully dropped from the wreckage, her sharp claws clicking on the twisted metal.

"Crash-landed, obviously. And where in the digital heck are we?" Her eyes narrowed as she spotted the large, brightly colored house. "Looks…organic."

Uzi, the smallest of the trio, hopped out last, clutching a railgun almost as big as herself.

"Some backwater planet. Just our luck." She scowled at the house. "Probably infested with…what are those fleshy things called again?"

"Humans?" N suggested.

"Gesundheit."

From the Louds' perspective, this was a scene straight out of a comic book. Three strange, metallic figures had emerged from a crashed spaceship in their backyard. Their glowing eyes, sharp limbs, and robotic voices were enough to make their imaginations run wild.

"They look…shiny," Leni observed.

"Maybe they want to play!" Lana suggested, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Or… maybe they'll zap us!" Lola whispered, peeking out from behind Lincoln.

Lincoln, trying to be the voice of reason, said, "Let's just be careful, ok?"