User blog:American Titan/AT's Famous Fanficks 6: "Nightmare On Little Loud Street"

Co-author's note: As a bit of trivia, this fanfic was actually the first one completed out of a set that I wrote along with MuppetSpot, but "Blind Date" was just posted to the wiki first by me. This story was originally exclusive to Muppet's Deviantart until I got permission to upload it here! Enjoy! -American Titan

It was a dark and stormy night on the Loud family’s block. The family was mostly asleep except for one boy wearing orange pajamas with bats. Unfortunately for the naive boy, he had no idea what horrors would await him on this very night, in his own house.

“Another boring night on the internet,” Lincoln said. “Whatever shall I do with my spare time to entertain me after all the schoolwork I just completed?”

Suddenly, a mysterious email popped in his inbox. It seemed like it perhaps belonged in the spam folder instead, but Lincoln’s sheer curiosity got the best of him, and he just had to see what was inside of the email. He clicked on the email and found a link to a story called The Widdle Woud Baby. With promises of an interesting read for the night, and the classic spam fare of the “Congradulations, you won!” audio playing just as he clicked the email open, he continued forward on his quest for entertainment to see just what he really “won”. “I wonder if this is about Lily,” Lincoln said nonchalantly. But then again, who in the world would be sending made up stories about Lincoln’s own sisters to him? Lincoln read a few lines of the story and his reaction was both fear and disgust.

“Who in the right mind would send me this garbage?” Lincoln screamed.

And he had every right to scream. Lincoln decided to read a few more lines. As he progressed further and further throughout the fanwork, he became more and more terrified of the author’s intentions. Is this what the fans of his show thought of him as? Lincoln got to line 137 where he screamed out loud. (Pun intended.)

“What is Lori doing with Bun Bun and me?,” Lincoln uttered. To get those little youngsters out there caught up, the story Lincoln was cursed to read was a story of himself graphically transforming into a mindless baby. But for Lincoln’s mindset, perhaps the transformation could be related to a certain author, as well. “Oh my god Lori (car horn) killed me with Bun Bun?” Even if Lori’s intentions towards Lincoln were a bit rooted in the spirit of tough love at times, she would never be that cruel to him. Eventually over the course of a couple dreadful hours, Lincoln finally got to reading the last few lines of the story and he broke down crying.

“Why would someone put me through such misery?”, Lincoln bawled. “That wasn’t entertaining at all!”

While Lincoln was bawling, his sisters that were still up at this hour knocked on Lincoln’s bedroom door to make sure that everything was OK.

“Lincoln, are you literally okay?,” Lori asked.

“Anything giving ya the summertime blues, bro?,” Luna replied.

“Is someone picking on the you again,” Lynn said.

The twins and Lucy awoke, too. Even though elementary school is no easy task, they all decided Lincoln was more important than anything.

“I doth heard my big brother howling like a mutating werewolf in the night. And I too could feel the pain” said Lucy.

“Did Charles ripped up Bun Bun again,” Lana asked.

“You’d like to snuggle up with a slobbered upon Bun Bun, wouldn’t you?” Lola taunted.

“No please go away, I still wear boxers like a older kid,” Lincoln mumbled out.

“Ohh, so it’s about boxers again! Don’t worry, Linc! You don’t have to be ashamed of the times you don’t make it to the outhouse!” Lana assured him.

“Uh Lana, I think Lincoln referring to that time he split his pants revealing his boxers with a funny design,” Lynn said.

“BWAHAHAHA, and I got that all on video, too! It got a million hits on our in-show parody of Youtube, you know!” Lola cackled. But suddenly, more of Lincoln’s crying halted further discussion of his silly undies.

“Lincoln, do you want us to come in,” Luna asked.

“Leave me alone. All you’re going to do is talk about my friggin’ underwear the whole time.” Lincoln wept.

“Do you want us to strip down to our underwear,” Lana asked. “But I should warn you in advance to not touch the brown stain on it.”

“Guys, we need to get serious. No matter what Lincoln is sad about, our job as his sisters is to cheer him up no matter what, even if it means stripping down into our underwear to convince him to let us in.” Lucy said.

“And I choose the worst day to wear a jockstrap to bed,” Lynn said annoyed.

Lincoln thought about it. He did need someone to talk to after witnessing such horror. And here was his solution right in front of him: his loving, caring sisters. He couldn't say “no” to them, they were just so adorable.

“Aww, I can’t reject you guys.” Lincoln squeaked out. “You can all come in, and stripping naked isn’t necessary, either.” Lincoln could hear Lola trying to hide a sigh of relief from his ears. “Aw man, I just took my pajamas off,” Lana said.

All of the sisters who awoke for the occasion, sans Lana who was getting redressed, enter the room and give Lincoln a big group hug. Lana soon joins in the group.

“So what happened Lincoln?” Lori asked. “Did someone bully you?”

“Err, in a sense,” said Lincoln.

“Can you explain, Linc-dude?,” Luna asked.

“Well, I got this really weird email today. I don’t know who sent it, but it contained this horrible story linked on the email” Lincoln explained.

“So what happened in that story,” Lynn asked.

“The reason it hurt me so is because all of the characters in the story were all of us, except if someone took a sledgehammer to all of our well-developed personalities. They made me make out with all of you guys.” Lincoln said.

“Why were you screaming about Lori using Bun Bun and you?” Lucy asked. “Sounded eerily like the sultry female actor from the cheesy Night Of The Living Dead Doll movie.”

“You guys know I’ve been close with Bun-Bun for my entire life”, Lincoln clarified.

“Yeah bro. I do,” Luna said.

“It...I mean, he, means a lot to me.” Lincoln said softly. “And the story depicted Lori...tearing him apart…” Lincoln started to tear up again.

“There there bro, I would literally never destroy Bun Bun,” Lori said.

“Don’t cry, Lincoln. It’s okay.” Lola said. She kissed Lincoln’s cheek and wiped the tears away to help cheer him up. “We are here for you.”

“Thanks guys, you guys are the best sisters I could ever have,” Lincoln said.

“Don’t mention it, ya well-dressed man,” Luna added in.

“Maybe Lincoln’s pajamas are giving him fear,” Lynn said. “Maybe they have some special powers.”

“Ooh, cursed undergarments!” Lucy squealed in excitement. “I’ll be researching this on the Paranormal Activities Wiki, just call me if you need me back in here!” Lucy exclaimed as she ran towards her room.

“I said cursed pajamas not underwear Lucy,” Lynn said.

“Ahh, don’t bother. Let her have her fun.” Lori chimed in.

“So bro do you want to strip down to your boxers,” Luna asked.

“Ehh, well especially after reading what terrified me, I’d rather save such an occasion for my girlfriends. I would never try to do that to you guys.” Lincoln replied.

“EWWWWWWWWWW!!!” all the girls shrieked in horror. Lincoln was in hysterics.

“You know we don’t mind Lincoln,” Lynn said. “We seen you in your underwear, yesterday.”

“To be fair, you've stripped down to your undies before on multiple occasions in this private house. We all see you in that phase regularly. Especially Lola when she wants to tattle on you.” Lana remarked.

“SHUT UP!” Lola screamed.

“So you guys want me to or not?” Lincoln asked

“Erm, I think we zoned out too much on this underwear talk, what were we talking about earlier?” Lynn said.

“It was the horrible story about us,” Lincoln said. “Can you guys tuck me and tell me happy stories? I just need to hear about some of the good that I have done for you guys in the past, and what it means to be a good brother. Not the type that french kisses his sisters and touches their….ECK!!!”

“Of course, Lincoln. We’ll all tell you about some of our memories we’ve had with you” said Lori. “Right, girls?”

“Yeah remember when I gave him my sweater after he ripped his pants,” Lynn said.

“Lucy! Come back in, we’re telling Lincoln some stories of the past!” Luna yelled across the hallway.

Lucy stepped in, ready to tell her story.

“Okay let’s have Lynn start,” Lori said.

Lucy did not want to rudely interrupt anyone, so she decided to wait her turn politely.

“Alright, so one day in 3rd grade, I was walking to class and I saw Lincoln crying,” Lynn explained. “And he split his pants for whatever reason, I felt so bad for him, see how he was exposing so gave him a sweater to cover up.”

“That was so sweet of you Lynn,” Lincoln said.

“My memory of Lincoln dates back to when he was first born. After getting a few sister siblings, Mom told me that Lincoln was going to be the first boy in the family, and I was so excited! When you were just a teeny weeny baby, just born and crying as Mom was fast asleep after labor, I picked you up carefully and gently held you in my arms. You calmed down right away as I slowly cradled you from left to right, singing ‘Rock A Bye Baby’ slowly as I put you to nap for the very first time. You were such a kind and caring baby growing up, and you’re still just as nice of a person nowadays. Don’t doubt yourself, Lincoln.” Lori exclaimed.

“Aw thanks, Lori” Lincoln said happily.

“My memory of Lincoln started on a stormy night and Lincoln was crying about the thunder and lightning, so I sang him a soft lullaby and let him sleep in my bed to calm him down that,” Luna said.

Lola added in: “About a year ago, every one of my kindergarten classmates were horrified whenever one particular student happened to cross our paths. Her name was Gretchen. Gretchen was stronger than the rest of us because she had mean parents that taught her to work out and to always be aggressive to get what you want. She always beat me up and stole my lunch money by force. I would come home every day crying my eyes out, with how bloody and injured she made me when we crossed paths. One day, Lincoln noticed me crying and was the only one who talked to me about my problems. I mentioned Gretchen bullying me and Lincoln said “Say no more! I’ll take care of this once and for all!” The next day, Lincoln was in the bushes near where Gretchen usually met me to take my lunch money. But this time, Lincoln jumped out of the bushes and punched her smack across her face, giving her a nasty nosebleed. Gretchen still has face bruises from what Lincoln did to her. She never bothered me since. Lincoln got a week of suspension for hurting another student in the school, and I felt bad for him, but he told me that making me feel better was much more important.”

“As well as my TV and comic privileges taken away from Mom,” Lincoln added in. “Well, at least she didn’t take away Bun Bun.”

“My favorite memory with Lincoln was when I was sick to see the monster truck derby, Lincoln bought a whole bunch of toy monster trucks, so him and I can have our own derby,” Lana chime in.

“That was certainly a good memory, Lana.” Lincoln said. “Welp, I think that’s everyone! I would hate to keep you guys up, so I’ll send you all off to bed again.”

“Awwww, here’s to hoping that you feel better, bro!” Luna gleefully told him.

“I love all of you guys.” Lincoln proudly stated.

They all joined together for a group hug.

“Good night!”

“Good night, Lincoln!” all the sisters said at once.

Lincoln was proud that he had such caring siblings. He watched all of them walking back into their rooms. Lori, Lynn, Lola, Lana, Luna, and…

...Lucy.

“Wait”, Lincoln thought to himself. “She didn’t tell her story.”

“Lucy! Hey, Lucy! Don’t you have a story to tell us?” Lincoln shouted across the hallway.

Lucy was frowning the entire time the stories were being told, her signature grin. She didn’t even join in the group hug. She must have really felt left out.

“Naaaaaaaaah, it’s fine, Lincoln. You should get some sleep. It’s late.” Lucy replied before sadly heading into her room with a sigh.

Lincoln and the other sisters watched her. They felt bad that all of them forgot about Lucy, besides for...well, Lucy. They all decided to make things right. The group joined Lucy in her bedroom and said:

“C’mon, Lucy, we always have time for a story from everyone. Please tell us yours.” Lincoln chimed.

“Ok. My first memory of Lincoln was waaaaaaaay back, during the final day that Great Grandma Harriet was still alive on her deathbed, and we decided to pay her a visit.”

“Fitting setting for Lucy.” Lincoln commented. “And WOW, that was some time ago. I think you were only 6 months old at the time!”

“I was.” Lucy replied. “And our family was lucky enough to be visiting Great Grandma Harriet during her final hours, while her health was rapidly declining. Before she passed, she told Mom and Dad that she wanted the two newborns, me and Lincoln, to get close to her so she could see what we looked like. She had never seen us before that moment because the family never visited. When we stepped up to her side, she was amazed at how beautiful we both were. She hugged both of us, or at least she did the best she could to hug us both while stuck in bed, and she focused her attention on Lincoln. She slowly told him: ‘Lincoln, you’re the first boy in the house. You look so gorgeous. But with being the first boy comes big responsibilities. You must care for all your siblings equally, older or younger, no matter what may happen, and no matter what boundaries will separate you. For they will always love you back.’ Lincoln then bunny kissed me on the nose. A short while later, Great Grandma slowly began losing consciousness, and died with a smile on her face.”

“Aww, Lucy, that was a sweet memory” Lincoln added.

Lucy continued on, “I’m not finished yet. I have a second memory.”

Lincoln was surprised. “Oh. Please continue.”

So she did. “It was about 2 years after Great Gramma died, in the living room of our house, when we were playing with our baby toys. I saw how cute Bun Bun looked, and I just had to play dress up with it then and there. But you were cuddling with it. I pulled on Bun Bun’s arm to let you know that I wanted it. But you wouldn’t budge. You said ‘My bunny!’ and wouldn’t let go, so I pulled harder, and harder, and HARDER, until…”

RRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

“Our tug of war resulted in Bun Bun’s arm getting ripped off. That’s why that little stitch is there around his arm. You got so angry at me that you whacked my head with a plastic toy hammer, causing me to cry. Mom and Dad scolded Lincoln and put him in time out for hurting me. But before they took you to your crib, you yelled at me ‘I HATE YOU! I NEVER WANTED ANOTHER SISTER! I WANTED A BROTHER!!!’”

Lucy began to cry.

“Lincoln, I’m sorry that I wasn’t a boy instead.”

Lucy put her head into her arms and bawled out.

Lincoln ran over to her and hugged her. He told her, “I don’t care if you were a boy or a girl. You’re family, and that’s all that matters, Lucy. I do love you.”

Lucy spent a few minutes sobbing and calming down as Lincoln hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

“Are you better, Lucy?,” Lincoln asked.

“Yeah, I’m feeling better, Lincoln. Thank you for the support. I just thought all these years that you never really loved me.” Lucy replied.

“I will always love you Lucy, so what if you ripped Bun Bun’s arm off when you were little, I was mad in the moment as a little kid,” Lincoln said.

“I know.” Lucy said. “I will always love you, too, even if I never feel really in the mood for all those underwear roleplays you do.”

“Let me guess, you were wearing boy underwear because of me wishing you were my brother,” Lincoln said.

Lucy began to chuckle. “No, it’s because Clyde is the only one who is willing to do it with you.” She burst into laughter, along with the other sisters.

“Seriously Lucy,” Lincoln said. “After that horror story I read.”

“How about a new fanfiction that email sender can write: ‘Clincoln McCloud: The Next Base!’” Lola added in.

Lincoln went behind Lucy and pantsed her much to her surprise.

The entire group burst into hysterics laughing, until they got the attention of Dad.

“What the darn heck? Why are you kids still up? It’s a school night!” a tired Lynn Sr. growled at them.

“Lucy, I thought you said you didn’t wear boy underwear,” Lincoln whispered happily.

Lucy’s cheeks turned apple red.

“But besides that, perhaps we should quiet down for the night. It is quite late.” Lincoln whispered.

“Okay after Lucy reveals why she’s wearing boys underwear,” Lori added. “Be honest Lucy.”

“This laundry in our house gets mixed up all the time. I didn’t know these belonged to him, they have scary bats on them, just like some of mine have!”

“I’d be surprised if Lincoln DOESN’T have one of Lola’s tutus in his shirt drawer.” Lori added.

“Let’s get to sleep already. We don’t want our hibernating parents to wake up and ask us which one of us is the real ‘Dirty Dan’,” Lucy exclaimed.

“Uhh, I am.” Lana replied.

“Lucy’s right. I literally have an important date with Bobby at the fanciest McDonaldDucker’s in town tomorrow.” Lori mentioned.

“Okay. But can you guys tuck me in?,” Lincoln asked. “I need the comfort after this crazy day.”

“Of course, bro, anything to cheer you up.” Luna excitedly told him.

The sisters picked up Lincoln and carried him into his bed.

“So Lincoln, what do you want now,” Lynn asked.

“Silence, a bit of water, and some dreams to make the headache go away.” Lincoln chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I’ve got the water taken care of already.”

“So I guess you are too old for Bun Bun,” Lori said as she helded up his stuffed rabbit.

“Of course not, I’m never too old for Bun-Bun,” Lincoln joyfully said as he cuddled with Bun Bun.

“Good night!” Lola said as she walked to her bedroom.

“Sleep tight!” Lana said as she walked to her bedroom.

“And don’t literally let Bobby’s ex-girlfriend bite!” Lori said as she walked to her bedroom.

Lincoln gave a confused shrug, and then went to sleep cuddling with Bun Bun.

The End