Thread:Thomperfan/@comment-31541999-20171209221034/@comment-31541999-20180102034218

(Cut to Royal Woods Elementary School where punching sounds are heard and Chandler is thrown into a wall along with his two goons.)

Wretched: (laughs evilly) Ironic, isn't it, boys?

(Chandler and his two goons groan in pain)

Chandler: (to Wretched; weakly) Is that all you got, Larry?

(Wretched's eyes become bloodshot as he began clenching his fists tighter, and starts gritting his teeth. He grabs Chandler by the collar of his shirt, and looked him dead in the eye.)

Wretched: (to Chandler; angrily) Never call me that again, you insipid, ignorant, idiot!

Chandler: (to Wretched; strangled) Alright! I'm sorry, Lincoln!

Wretched: (to Chandler; unconvinced) Nice try, idiot, but it’s Wretched now!

Chandler: (to Wretched; scared and confused) Wait, what?

Wretched: (laughs) Guess you didn't get the memo, huh? Figures. Well, in case you haven't noticed, I finally put my foot down, and am no longer the white-haired wimp you used to love to make fun of anymore. Now, I'm the thing that haunts you in your nightmares! I, am, Wretched! (raises his fist) And don't you forget it.

POW!

(Cut to a close up of Chandler with a black eye, then the camera zooms out to reveal that he and his two goons, who were beaten senselessly, are hanging on top of the flagpole by their underwear.)

Chandler: (to Wretched; from above) Larry! I mean, Lincoln! I mean, Wretched! Please get us down from here!

Wretched: (to Chandler; from below) Here's an idea: How about you get yourself down, you lazy bum?! (laughs evilly) This'll teach you for using me to get what you want. And from now on, I'll call you, "Wedgie Boy!" Have fun up there, losers! (walks away)

(Chandler and his two goons plead to get down, but are ignored as Wretched continues to walk away. He stops to look at the viewers.)

Wretched: (to the viewers; apathetic) What? You all thought I'd go back to being my old self again? (laughs) Ever since my change, things have been going great! No one gets in my way, they all fear me, and the best part... there's nothing they can do about it because of their guilt! (laughs again) Yep! Never felt better! (continues to walk)

(Then cut to Wretched finally arriving at the Loud House where he opens the door to find the whole house completely empty.)

Wretched: (looks around) Huh, those idiots must have left. Eh, good riddance. (yawns) Boy, am I bushed. I think I'm gonna go take a nap.

(Wretched starts laying down on the couch as he closes his eyes and falls asleep. Then all of a sudden, he hears a familiar voice.)

Voice: (offscreen) Are you sure you don't miss them, Lincoln?

Wretched: (wakes up) Huh? Who said that? Eh, it was probably nothing.

Voice: (offscreen) Hey, buddy, I’m talking to you!

(Wretched turns around to see a reflection of his old self on the mirror, looking very stern and concerned.)

Wretched: (to his reflection; confused) Who the heck are you?

Reflection: (to Wretched; stern) I'm your subconscious.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; confused) What are you doing here?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) I think you already know the answer to that too... Lincoln.

Wretched: (to his subconsicous; aggravated) How many times do I have to keep saying it?! I'm no longer Lincoln Loud! It's Wretched now! You're no longer in control, remember?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Hey, just because I’m not in control anymore, doesn’t mean I’ve disappeared completely. I’ve seen all those terrible things you’ve been doing for the past few weeks.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; strong-minded) Hey, those jerks deserved it for how they’ve been treating me. If anything, you should be thanking me for doing you a favor.

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Dude, even though everyone gave us a hard time these past few weeks, that doesn’t give you the right to just get revenge on everyone like that. Especially to the ones who tried to defend you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; unconvinced) Well, they all would’ve eventually turned on me, like they always do. No matter what it is, they’d always find some way to turn on me.

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; stern) Yeah, but two wrongs don’t make a right.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; annoyed) Enough! I’ve had enough of this. I’m going upstairs to lay down.

(Wretched was about to go upstairs, until...)

Lincoln’s Subconscious: (to Wretched; smirking) You didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily, did you?

Wretched: (to his subconscious; surprised) What?! How'd you do that?!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; explaining) Because I'm in your head, silly. I can follow you wherever you go.

(Wretched scowls and snarls at him before heading upstairs to take a nap. However, he sees that his subconscious is already in his bedroom.)

Wretched: (to his subconscious; annoyed) Will you stop doing that?!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; concerned) Look, buddy, are you really happy with this new lifestyle?

Wretched: (to his subconscious; irritated) What the heck are you talking about?! Of course I am, you dunderhead! And there's absolutely no way I'm going back to being you!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; smug) Oh, I have a feeling you will, soon enough.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; aggravated) Listen here, bub! You better get the heck out of here before I...

(However, to his astonishment, his subconscious was completely unfazed by his threat, which confuses him.)

Wretched: (to his subconscious; astounded) Wait, why aren't you afraid of me?

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; explaining) Two reasons: One, I'm intangible, and I can't be touched nor harmed. And two, I'm you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; aggravated) We are nothing alike!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; smirking) Au contraire, my dear alter ego. I am in fact you.

Wretched: (to his subconscious; groaning) Listen, would you just do me a favor and buzz off already? I’m too tired to deal with this.

Lincoln's Subconscious (to Wretched; stern) You know you can't keep running from this forever, right?

Wretched: (to his subconscious; provoked) WILL YOU JUST GO AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY?!

Lincoln's Subconscious: (to Wretched; clever) Oh, I won't be going anywhere. (disappears)

Wretched: (relieved) Finally!

(Wretched turns around, and looks at his reflection on his shattered mirror. After a short pause, he merely scoffs it off and starts laying down on his bed.)