{Hey ya guys, it's your guy TheAceCard97. This is my first attempt at making a Loud House fanfiction. Well, technically my first attempt in general. I am very open to criticism(except mindless keyboard warrior rants), so if you find any errors or plot-holes in said story, please do not hesitate to tell me.}

The following story takes place two weeks after the events of "Brawl in The Family"...

It was a typical Saturday in the Loud House. As usual, chaos ran amuck amongst the children. Lori was on the couch, sucked into the void that was known as her phone. It was rare to see her without it. Leni was in the kitchen concocting smoothie with fruits you wouldn't be able to name just by looking at it. But in the end it would always tatse good in the end thanks to Leni's second nature in smoothie making. Luna was in the hallway of the house with her electric guitar hooked up to her huge amps. Luan was currently testing out some new jokes on Lynn, who was too busy kicking a soccer ball around the house to even notice. Even if she did listen, she would most likely groan at the quips. Lucy was sitting on her bed in her and Lynn's room while writing a poem about the usual. Her emotions, thoughts, feelings, etc. She was currently stuck because she was having a hard time rhyming something with "Crippling Depression". Lana was chasing Lola around with one of her reptiles, begging her to pet it at least on time. Lola refused time and time again, but no avail was she able to stop Lana from chasing her around with it. An explosion came from Lisa and Lily's room, the first of the two then coming out to explain that everything was okay in her own science-y way. Thankfully Lily wasn't in the room. She was instead downstairs in the kitchen with Leni. As for the parents, they were currently out on a romantic dinner.

And then, there was Lincoln.

His room was completely dark. A musky odor lingered every inch of his domain. The floor was a mess with dirty clothes riddled all over it. He was lying on his bed, with his white hair being mess. The usual bags under his eyes were more visible, and the eyes themselves looked tired and heavy. The orange shirt he wore had stains on it and so did his blue pants. He wasn't wearing his shoes at the time, but they were scuffed up almost everywhere. It more than obvious that we wasn't taking care of himself like he normally would. His laptop was blasting the room with Eerie Electronic music which clouded his head with memories of things he did not want to remember. That one Sunday.

He growled in frustration at the mere thought of the entire week.

"What gives them the right..?" Lincoln said to himself in a venomous tone.

"What gives them the right to take my sheets, use my space, prevent me from going to the refrigerator in my own house, not letting me go to the bathroom when I needed to, and beat me up over a remote? It's stupid! As a matter of fact it's flat out ridiculous! Then I come home and as it turns out, everything was fine again. Lisa even told me by leaving the house, things resolved on its own! And to top it all off, they're out there brushing it off like it never happened!"

Lincoln slammed his right hand on the bed out of pure frustrated rage. It didn't make any loud sounds because it was a bed after all. Despite this Lincoln jumped back up his outburst. Even though it this happened two weeks ago, spite, hatred, and bitterness was still a very foreign feeling to him. He was naturally kindhearted and accepting. He cared for every last one of them. Although he had been extremely selfish at times, he would generally go through hell and back to obtain the forgiveness of the people he wronged. But not this time. Lincoln wasn't at all in the wrong. He was completely justified in acting the way he did, minus accidentally spilling secrets that his sisters trusted him with.

In fact, he wasn't even mad at first. He just shrugged it off as girls being girls and continued on with his everyday life. But, as the days slowly passed, and the nights dragged on, all that time to himself really made him see that entire ordeal in a completely different light. Sure, the Lori and Leni most likely needed time to cool off, but that gave them no right to hog half of the house in order to do it. That's simply unfair. Nothing more. Nothing less. What he was really pissed about was the fact that the authority figures of the house(Rita And Lynn Sr.) let it go on! What kind of parents allow this to happen!? The more he thought about the situation, the more aggravated he got. The sheer rage in his body built up until his door busted wide open thanks to a certain sports addict.

"Hey Lincoln! The day is nice and bright and there's plenty of daylight to burn, so let's go- What the?"

Lynn stumbled back at the gloomy room now lit up by the hallway light. Lincoln put his left arm over his eyes before pausing the music with his right. He was good at little quickdraw moments where he had to think fast. Generally, he did well when it came to hiding his emotions from his family since he spent most of his time inside his room where he can properly rant.

"Lynn, you can't just barge into other people's rooms like that!" Lincoln hesitantly responded. The last thing he wanted to do was upset the jock. She's notorious for flipping out when things didn't go her way. That and she didn't take kindly to not having a play buddy on request.

However, that wasn't necessarily on her mind at the moment. She looked the messy room, seeing clothes all over the floor. The smell found its way towards her nose, causing her to gag in response.

"Dude, why does it smell like a pack of football players post game and pre shower?" Lynn said pulling up her shirt to cover her nose.

"Sorry. I was just enjoying the weekend. I haven't came out since yesterday. Heheh." Lincoln chuckled nervously.

"Well..." Lynn began. "You should really clean up this place and take a shower. I wanna go outside and play some soccer, but playing by yourself is no fun, so you're up Lincoln!"

Lincoln cringed in response to this. Not because he was upset at everyone, but because he wasn't really a fan of outdoor sports, or outdoor stuff in general. Not like he was any good at it anyway. He couldn't throw, catch, or shoot to save his life. If it didn't resolve video games, TV, or reading comics, then it really wasn't his thing.

"I don't know Lynn..." Lincoln responded rubbing his right shoulder. "I'm more comfortable sitting right here on my bed."

Lynn's face brightened up as a new idea sprang into her head.

"That's fine! We can wrestle then!" She said in an enthusiastic tone.

Now Lincoln was starting to get ticked off. She wasn't taking the hint.

"Alone..." Lincoln growled under his teeth.

Lynn took noticed off this quickly. However instead of leaving him alone, she walked over to him and grabbed his arm. Before he could respond she yanked him off the bed while grabbing his shoes and walked out to the hallway and down the stairs. "Don't worry Linc, we'll turn that frown upside down!"

Her philosophy is that if someone's in a bad mood, just take them outside and help them get active. What she doesn't realize is that it doesn't work for everyone, and Lincoln is mad at her. Well he's mad at all his sisters, but mainly her at the moment for disrupting his peace. Lincoln sighed as he was now forced into what she called "help".

Before they could hit the front door Lori turned around and saw the mess that was called Lincoln.

"What's with him?" she asked. Lynn shrugged. "I dunno, he's just in a bad mood. I'm taking him outside to help him get some fresh air and clear his mind."

Lincoln sighed once more. "Once again, I'd rather just stay in my room." Lori looked at him in disgust. "Ugh, you need to go outside. All you do is play video games and read comics."

Lincoln's right index finger twitched at this comment. His anger was slowly seeping out. He yanked his arm away from Lynn, who was surprised at such force he used.

"Like you're the one to talk with that phone in your hand like it's your life's battery." Lincoln snarled.

Lori scoffed. "Unlike you, I've actually go outside from time to time."

"When's the last time you've been outside besides the mall?" said Lincoln, with his voice rising in anger.

"When's the last time you've been outside in GENERAL?" Retaliated Lori, her voice rising as well.

At this point most of the sisters were at the top of the stairs listening to the conversation. Leni came out of the kitchen to hear the conversation.

Lincoln huffed and swiped his shoes from Lynn. "Whatever, I don't need to take this from you..."

He turned to the stairs and was just about to head up until he felt someone grip his arm tightly. The pain made him flinch and not too soon he was pulled around to come face to face with the person responsible. It was Lori, who was now gritting her teeth just looking at the 11 year old.

"I don't know who you think you are, but if you think I'm gonna let you get away with talking to your older sister like that, then you're OUT OF YOUR MIND." Lori yelled, making everyone flinch. But not Lincoln.

"There you go again. The 'I-am-The-Oldest' excuse. You know, just because you're the oldest doesn't mean you get the right to treat the rest of us like dirt! It just goes to sho-" Lincoln was cut off by Lori's intimidating glare. He felt her eyes stare right into his soul. At this point he was shook to the core on the inside, but ultimately did his best to remain calm in front of everyone, especially Lori. He wanted to let her know that she wasn't getting her way this time. He was done with that.

"You better choose your next sentence VERY carefully twerp..." Lori hissed.

There was something on his mind alright. But he was contemplating on whether he should say it or not. This could not only get him in trouble with Lori, but the entire family. But something inside him told him to do it anyway. He's already in balls deep, might as well say what he really feels and see how far he can take it. But just as he was about to say it, a voice spoke up.

"Bro, stop."

He turned around to look at who said that, and to his surprise, it was Luna.

"What? Didn't you hear what she said to me? She basically told me that-"

"I know what she said Linc. But that doesn't give you the right to spit harsh words to her as well. She's right. She's your older sis, and I so am I bro. It's about respect. Now I'm telling you to stop." Luna demanded.

Lincoln blinked at her. This wasn't the Luna he knew and loved. The so-called rebel of the family agreeing with the tyrant. What planets had to align to make this happen?

"I'm sorry..." Lincoln said as he was cleaning his ear, sure that he had ear wax in it. "D-did you just agree with Lori?"

"Not just her. We all do." A sassy and young voice spoke up.

Lincoln sighed, knowing damn well that it was Lola. At least he expected this from her. But wait, something wasn't right. Did she say, "all of us?". There's no possible way she could speak for everyone else. No one besides Lori and Luna even SAID anything.

"Lola, people can speak for themselves ya know. And I'm certain that not everyone agrees with-"

"We do." spoke everyone in unison, excluding Lola and Lori.

Lincoln's eyes grew wider as he now realized that he was alone in the argument. But this wasn't too surprising. He was no stranger to this type of situation, especially when it came to his sisters.

"Lincoln, it's like totes wrong to diss your older sis like that." said Leni, trying to sound serious as possible.

"Leni, you don't understand, she's trying to-"

Lincoln was cut off yet again, which pretty annoying at this point. He turned towards the voice.

"No Lincoln, YOU don't understand." said Lisa, fixing up her glasses. "Don't you remember what happened precisely two weeks ago? We were experiencing erupting volcano levels on the chart Lincoln, ERUPTING VOLCANO. It's a surprise we didn't tear the house down in the process. Now, unless you want to trigger these events once again, I suggest you apologize to Lori for your sudden outburst."

That was it. The simple mention of that chart set him off. His anger was rising faster, and it just reached its limit. He was gonna let it all out right here, right now.

"No, I'm not apologizing at all. Why should I? I'M the victim here remember? I did nothing wrong to her, and now she's on my case. Sure, maybe I overreacted. Maybe I should've just let it go and walked away. But she gets no consequences for starting it in the first place? At this point she's flexing her power over us, me specifically! But there's no punishment for her because she's 'older'. That's no excuse! Lori isn't acting like an older sister, she's acting like a DIC-"

Lincoln felt an intense stinging sensation on his left cheek as his head banged on the first flight of stairs. He began to notice something dripping from his nose. Sliding his fingers along his nostrils and looking at it afterwards, he saw what it was. Blood. The house was silent. The only thing filling the void of empty volume were the gasp of those who tried to scream but just couldn't bring it out.

Lincoln's body began to shake. He knew Lori was pissed, but he didn't think she'd stoop this low. And yes, he knew it was Lori. No one, not even LYNN, would strike Lincoln with ill intentions unless riled up like that. Lincoln himself didn't think she would do this, until now. Dizzy as can be, he turned around to confirm his suspect, and it was indeed Lori. But the look on her face wasn't one of anger, it was one of complete regret. She kept looking at her hand, and then back to her brother on the floor. Lincoln himself was shaken by this. Would Lori actually do something like this to him? Is this even real? Tears ran down his eyes, but there was no crying at tried to walk over to to Lincoln to apologize.

"Lincoln, I'm-" Lori started.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Lincoln shrieked. There was a mixed feeling of fear and anger in his voice. Everyone flinched at his loud cry. Still Dizzy, he got up and staggered his way into the kitchen and grabbed a few paper towels before exiting and attempting to make his way up the stairs, smacking away the hands of anyone who tried to help him. Except for his younger siblings. He couldn't forgive himself if he hurt them. Eventually passing everyone and making it to his room, and slammed the door and locked it.