User blog:InklingBear/Retribution for Selfishness

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'A/N: This joke fan fiction is for one of my friends here on the Loud House Encyclopedia. This one's set around the first season of the series and it's not gonna be pretty so if you're easily triggered by what you're about to read, then it is best advised to not read this fiction and navigate to a different web page because I am not willing to care about your butthurt complaining about what triggered you as you read this story as I've clearly stated that this fanfiction is a joke. Other than that, I hope you enjoy.'=====

(I normally don't do requests btw)
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It was a rainy evening down in Royal Woods. The eleven year old protagonist Lincoln Loud was heading his way home in disappointment after the power went out over at Clyde's, voiding just about every potential activity they planned to do for the weekend.

"Well, doesn't this bite," he said. "All that planning and it had to come down to this... unfortunate little event."

He was sad now, lamenting under the light rain as he spent a good amount of time, wondering what could have been.

"What are the odds of this happening? It hurts, missing out on AARGH as well as video games. And now, we've been reduced to just reading Ace Savvy comics. I mean, I could've invited him over to my house, but who knows what could go wrong, living with ten sisters and something's bound to go wrong."

A guy named Maverick was approaching a nearby tree, planning to release his frustration on a passing Royal Woods citizen after getting fired up on complaints about the character development in this world. He emerged from behind it to see Lincoln, approaching down the sidewalk as he hides back behind it again.

"Oh yes. Of all the people I want to get this thing off my chest, it is none other than Lincoln Loud for his selfish greed and other things he's done just to get his way."

Oh, he was ready for this. One hundred percent.

"I've been waiting for this little opportunity to happen for a long time, and now Lincoln, you're finally gonna get it after infuriating me for this long."

Maverick popped his knuckles, raising his fist up high and waited for the right moment to strike. As Lincoln walked faster to get to his home without getting soaking wet, he arrived at the tree exactly where Maverick wanted him to be. The minute the sound of footsteps was close, he sent his fist straight at an unsuspecting Lincoln, making direct contact with his face, pushing down on his nose with great force before it snapped like a twig, pushing him down to the moist concrete of the sidewalk as it was enough to knock the comic books along with the walkie-talkie out of the palm of his hands, hitting hard on the ground.

"Lincoln? Lincoln, you there?!" Clyde reacted over the toy receiver.

The befelled eleven year old boy had his hand over his nose as it was soon slowly stream down blood, eyes tightly closed as if he was in mortal pain. He wasn't able to get up from that sudden unexpected blow to the face.

"You okay there bro? What happened?"

Lincoln slowly opened his eyes, trying to find out who would have the nerve to punch him right in the face. There was nobody there, in fact, there wasn't a single person around him. He suddenly had the feeling that he may have been hallucinating, or randomly seeing things. He had absolutely no idea what just happened, or what he did to warrant an attack like that.

"What the ever living heck was that all about?" he said, confused as he attempted to solve this weird and frightening situation that he didn't ask to experience.

Maverick was nowhere to be found on the premises, never to be seen again. Lincoln refused to continue solving the case as he slowly managed to get up and move on about his business, but not before he would call out the human being responsible for the attack he didn't see coming at all.

"Whoever you are, that clearly wasn't cool!"

(Few Minutes Later)

Lincoln opened the front door to the Loud House, catching the attention of his sitting shocked parents, influencing the two to stop watching the television and run over to their middle child.

"My gosh, Lincoln..."

"What happened, sport?!"

Lincoln had to come up with a made up, ambiguous lie right there in front of his parents. He didn't want anyone to know that he got knocked out on the sidewalk earlier as it would be too humiliating for anyone to find out.

"...I hit a tree... honest!"

 End

Thanks so much for reading xD
If you liked this, check out the other stories I've done for Freespirit98 and Inconsistency ~

And check out my current [https://theloudhouse.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:InklingBear/Small_side_project_I%27m_doing. side project filled with one shots about pets with amplified aptitude!]