Thread:Aartistboy714/@comment-31541999-20171222034002

Title says it all.

Narrator: Previously on the Loud House...

(We see another flashback that now shows the events from the previous fanfic.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his family; depressed) So, how's everyone's day going so far?

Rita: (to her husband; depressed) Honey, I think you know exactly how we're all feeling, and why.

Lynn Sr.: (sighs; depressed) Is this about Lincoln?

Loud Sisters and Rita: (depressed) Yeah.

Rita: (depressed) I think the right thing for us to do is go upstairs and apologize.

(Everyone glumly walks upstairs towards Lincoln's bedroom, but before one of them could knock on his door...)

BAM!

(After the door bursts opens, they all stand in shock at what's in front of them.)

All: (shocked) Lincoln?

Lincoln (Wretched): (apathetic) Lincoln Loud's not here anymore, it's Wretched now!

Luna: (nervous) What do you mean, dude?

Wretched: (smiles) What I mean, is that you're all looking at the new, and very much improved, me!

Rita: (devastated; nervous) But, honey, you've got to listen to us, we never meant for you to snap.

Lynn Sr.: (devastated; nervous) Son, please! We know what we did was wrong! You didn't deserve any of our criticism or judgement!

Wretched: (angrily) I'm done listening to all of you! You see that was always Lincoln's mistake. You say you don't mean it, but you just keep on doing the same thing, again, and again, and again! None of you seem to understand. You! Did! This! You always do this to Lincoln. Every day of his life, he's always had to suffer in some way. It doesn’t matter what it is, it just has to be something! He did whatever he could to make you all happy, to make you all feel better about your sad, miserable, pathetic lives! Without as much as getting anything in return. He always forgave you for what you did to him, and held no grudge. But when he made the slightest mistake, one that didn’t even matter, you all jumped at the opportunity without a second thought! You would manipulate him into doing whatever you wanted out of guilt! He couldn’t have the slightest thing, not even so much as a crumb, without you all to see how it fits your views! He could never do anything because he’s outnumbered. Even when he would do something to help, it didn’t matter because you would all find a way to turn it against him; And now thanks to you, he’s gone; He doesn’t exist anymore; Lincoln Loud is dead! Now, it’s just me! And I’ll do what he could never do, no matter who gets in my way! (smiles sinisterly) No strings, to hold me down. Cause now, I’m free! (walking back towards his bedroom) Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get some shuteye; when I go to school tomorrow, I'm gonna be spreading the exact, same message at school!

Clyde: (to Wretched; nervously) Hey buddy, you okay?

Wretched: (to Clyde; frowning) I'm not your buddy anymore! (laughs) Sure, you might've backed Lincoln up then, but you'll just turn out like everyone else. That was always his mistake. Believing that there was anyone to trust. When in actuality, there is no one to trust! You. Don't. Care! You all never cared! If you did, then we wouldn't be here, now would we?! What you all did has serious consequences, and now you're suffering for it! (frowns) You all are so unbearably naive. You all think you can just walk all over Lincoln, and get away with it? (laughs maniacally) Everyone creates the thing they dread. So I'd suggest that you all stay outta my way, if you know what's good for ya!

POW!

(Lori gets punched right in the cheek, and is now lying unconscious on the floor.)

POW!

(Leni gets punched right in the eye, and is now lying unconscious with Lori on the floor as well.)

BAM!

(Luna gets hit in the head with her guitar.)

SNAP!

(He smacks Luan in the head with Mr. Coconuts; breaking in the process.)

SMACK!

(Lynn gets hit in the stomach with her baseball bat, and is now lying on the ground groaning in pain.)

PLOP!

(Lucy's head gets clogged in the toilet.)

WHIP!

(Lana is now tied up with Hops' tongue, and is dangling upside down. Then Wretched spins Lola around, and rips apart her dress. He stops her from spinning, and pulls up her panties to her head. Finally, he shoves her into the mud from Lana's side of the room.)

Wretched: (holding a plate of chocolate chip cookies) Cookies?

Lola: (starts taking a bite out of the cookie) Huh, this is really good, what's in these cookies?

Wretched: (smiles sinisterly) What was inside of them. (points off-screen)

(Lola sees all of her stuffed animals, and that all of the cotton in them was torn out. Lola then looks back at her cookie, which is revealed to have cotton inside. Cut to outside the Loud House where Lola screams in sheer horror at the top of her lungs. Her scream was so incredibly loud, that it echoes and scares the birds away.)

Wretched: (frowning) Trying to find a way to make me go away. Sorry to disappoint you, Poindexter, but that's not going to happen! If you think I'm going to drink this and go back to being my weak self again, then you've got another thing coming, Nerd! (smiles sinisterly) Hey, maybe you can test one of my experiments.

(He mixes one of the few chemicals left, and throws it at Lisa.)

BOOM!

(The chemicals caused an explosion that sended Lisa flying towards the wall.)

SPLASH!

(Wretched slams his father's own cooking right over his head, making him scream in pain.)

Lynn Sr.: (screaming) My eyes! They burn! (runs around screaming)

SLAM!

(He slams her face with a frying pan, which sends her crashing into Lynn Sr.)

Wretched: (to Mr. Grouse) I came to give you some of my dad’s lasagna.

Mr Grouse: (excited) Well, don’t just stand there. Give it to me!

(Wretched takes out the tray of lasagna and then…)

SLAM!

(He slams the tray of Lasagna into Mr. Grouse’s face.)

Wretched: (laughs; turns to the viewers) This is only the beginning, and you’re next.

(Just then the telephone rang. Lori then walks over to answer it.)

Lori: (picks up the telephone) Hello?

Bobby: (over telephone) Babe, I mean, Lori?

Lori: (surprised) Boo-Boo Bear! I haven't heard from you in a while!

Bobby: (over telephone; stern) Lori, this is serious. I want you to invite all of your friends and your sister's friends over to our apartment. I'll explain everything when you get there. Just do what I told you.

Lori: (rubbing her neck; unsure) Bobby says he wants all of us to invite all of our friends, and ourselves, over to his family's apartment. He literally sounded serious when he told me to do so.

(The family began to look at each other with worried expressions as the screen fades to black.)

Narrator: And now, this is where our story concludes.

(Cut to the Loud House where all of the sisters (sans Lily) were texting each and everyone of their friends on their phones as their parents look on with concerned expressions on their faces.)

Rita: (to her husband; concerned) I wonder why Bobby wants to see the girls.

Lynn Sr.: (to his wife; concerned) Well, whatever it is, I hope it's nothing serious.

(They both came in to check on their daughters to see if they're almost ready.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters; concerned) Are you girls almost ready to go?

Lori: (to her father) Yeah, Dad, we're all ready.

Rita: (to her daughters; worried) Now, before you go, there's something we need to ask you.

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters; worried) Are you sure that this is a good idea, girls? Because if you need backup support, we'll come.

Lisa: (to her parents; stoic) That won't be completely necessary, parental units. I'm certain we'll be alright.

Lori: (to her parents; confident) Yeah, don't worry about it, you guys.

Leni: (to her parents; confident) I think we'll all be fine.

Luna: (to her parents; confident) Yeah, dudes, it's just Bobby after all.

Luan: (to her parents; confident) How bad could it be?

Lynn: (to her parents; confident) Yeah, I mean, it's not like it's gonna get anymore worse than before, right?

Lucy: (to her parents; confident) Hopefully everything will might turn out okay.

Lana: (to her parents; confident) I just hope it's nothing serious or anything.

Lola: (to her parents; confident) Me too.

Rita: (thinks about it for a second) Well... okay then.

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters; still concerned) If you girls say so.

Rita: (to her daughters; still concerned) Just please be careful, girls.

Luna: (to her parents; still confident) Don't worry, Mom, we will.

Rita: (to her daughters) Promise?

Sisters: (to their parents; in unison) Promise!

(They all share a quick family hug.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his daughters) Good luck, girls.

Sisters: (to their father; in unison) We will!

(Then the girls all went outside and into Vanzilla where Lori starts the family van, and started heading off to the Casagrande Bodega.)

Lynn Sr.: (worried) You're going to need it.

(Suddenly, a ringing sound was heard and it causes Lynn Sr. to jump into his wife's arms.)

Lynn Sr.: (startled) What was that?!

Rita: (takes her phone out) Relax, honey, it's just my phone.

Lynn Sr.: (jumps outs of his wife's arms; embarrassed) Oh, I knew that.

(Rita looks at her phone to see the number that's calling is her father's, Albert Loud, otherwise known as her children's maternal grandfather, Pop-Pop. She's confused by this, but quickly answers it.)

Rita: (confused) Hello?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Rita?

Rita: (to her father; confused) Dad, is that you?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Yes, it's me.

Rita: (to her father; confused) I wasn't expecting you to call out of the blue.

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; stern) Rita, Lynn, there's something important I need to talk to you two about right now.

Rita: (to her father; confused) What is it?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; stern) It's about your son, Lincoln.

(Their eyes both widen in shock by his last statement.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; anxious) What about him?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; concerned) Is everything okay, is there something going on with him that I should know about?

Lynn Sr.: (to his father-in-law; anxious) What makes you say that?

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; explaining) Well, I just overheard someone screaming outside, and went over to my window and see Sue lying on the floor looking all injured for some reason.

Rita: (to her father; shocked and confused) Wait, what?! How did this happen?!

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; continuing) Well, one of my old friends here were telling me some stories about a white-haired kid making a mess of things in several different places.

(Both of them were shocked by his last statement as they now realize that their son's now starting to act like a juvenile delinquent to not just his family and friends, but to everyone else in Royal Woods.)

Pop-Pop: (over the phone; stern) Listen, come meet me here at the retirement home, I want to have a talk with you two when you get here, understood?

Lynn Sr. and Rita: (both to Pop-Pop; anxious) Yes.

Pop-Pop: (over the phone) Good, I'll see you then.

(He hangs up the phone, leaving both Rita and Lynn Sr. with their heads hanging down in shame.)

Lynn Sr.: (to his wife; worried) Should we tell him?

Rita: (to her husband; worried) I don't think we have much of a choice now, Lynn.

(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 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? 