I had this idea as a sequel to Escaped, but I couldn't resist as soon as I thought of a No Such Luck fanfiction.

A nut fell from a tree, just missing the distressed eleven year-old. This eleven year old wasn't out on his own terms, but on his so-called "family's" concern. He was contemplating how stupid he was for thinking Lincoln-time came without a price. An eye for an eye? More like an eye for an arm. At one point in his mourn-fest, suicide crossed his mind. His stupid "family" deserved it and he didn't mind leaving this unfair world. But... no, he couldn't do it to Clyde and Ronnie Anne and Rusty and... everyone else who cared about him.

Lincoln broke into tears. He wished he had someone to share it with. Ronnie Anne would just beat the stuffing out of each and every one of his sisters. They would then probably beat him up for telling her. Clyde would probably offer him a place to live, but the McBrides probably had enough of the Loud family. After the incident, Lincoln has left the McBride family to recover. He had to at least try to reason with his family once more. If they didn't listen to him, he'd would live with Clyde, being as calm as he could he'd let his family know where he is in case they decided to love their brother/son.

Lincoln entered the house through the doggie door, packed a bag (one that he hoped that he would not have to use), and watched TV. The family arrived, gasping when the noticed that he was in the house. He noticed how they were looking at him like they looked at the gift Charles left a present on the couch. After Leni sat in it.

An extended silence blanketed the house, until Lynn opened her mouth. She put as much force as she could into these two words:

"Get out!"

"No," Lincoln responded. "I just need to say-"

"We don't give a luck,"Luan giggled. "Get it? But seriously, make like a tree."

"How 'bout you make like a sweatshirt and zip it," Lincoln growled back. "Anyways-"

"Ten," Lori said, still casually texting Bobby.

"What?"

"We'll give you ten seconds to leave," Lori said, "I don't give a crap what you have to say,"

Lincoln looked at his older sister, with a mixture of disappointment and anger.

"Nine," Lynn growled.

"Ei-" Lola shouted.

"QUIET!" Lincoln howled.

Everybody looked at him in surprise.

"I will not leave until I have said what I have to say," Lincoln explained. "Not even when your stupid countdown is over. I've taken enough crap from you, and I won't take anymore,"

Lynn walked to her little brother and picked him up by his shirt. He looked at her with a look of pure disgust and punched her square in the nose. A satisfying crack resulted. Lynn held her bleeding nose in pain. Lincoln felt a feeling of pride that he stopped his bully of a sister from committing him into the hospital. That moment of pride ended when she kneed him in his genital area.

Lincoln cried out in pain and instinctively reached out to cover his pained downstairs area. He fell on the ground in pain. Lynn was about to stomp on his head before he rolled out of the way, got up, and performed a sweep. When Lincoln's feet made contact with Lynn's she fell on the ground. He quickly scampered up a couch and did an elbow drop on Lynn's rib cage, creating another crack.

This was all that the other sisters need to get in on the fight. Soon, fists and feet were all over Lincoln's body, welcoming him to unconsciousness.

Lincoln let out a defiant cry. His arms and legs started flailing around everywhere. All these flails connected. He didn't stop until everyone was hit. When they were, he started doing a flurry of punches to every...single... sister (except for Lily, which goes without saying).

At the end, Lola and Lana were crying, all the older ones were trying to deal with the pain. Lucy's bangs hid the pain she was expressing. Lisa was even in tears.

"I am going to live with the McBrides now, I won't just stay here just because we share the same genes," Lincoln said. He mounted his backpack on his shoulders and walked away. "I'd say it was nice knowing you, but it really wasn't, so excuse me, but I'll be going to live with people who value me over their hobbies!"

"Lincoln Loud, take another step and we'll have the police talk some sense into you," Rita said, her voice trembling.

Lincoln's eye twitched, he turned around, giving each and every member of the Loud Household a horrific glare. He finally looked at Rita.

"Look, Rita, you and these other bitches already kicked me out of Casa Loud, I'm just taking my bags," Lincoln said, his mother cringed at hearing him call her by her first name.

"We never meant to-" Luna pleaded. She reached out toward Lincoln

"This house contains the most selfish, horrible, dumbasses in the world," Lincoln spat. "You are no exception,"

Luna recoiled. Her expression showed more hurt than her physical injuries could possibly reach.

"Way harsh dude,"

"Well, it was pretty harsh that you stole my well earned Zombie Bran, just so you could get your stuff after a long day of almost getting us kicked out of the store," Lincoln glowered. "And you did end up doing just that!"

"That's not fair," Lori pouted. "We got you your idiotic cereal,"

"That's because you couldn't deal with the guilt," Lincoln retaliated. "As long as your conscience is clean, you don't care,"

The sisters hung their heads in shame knowing it was true.

"Why are you being such a meanie Lincoln?" Lola asked, holding back tears.

"Because you're always a 'meanie' Lola," Lincoln produced. "Maybe if you stopped looking at yourself, you'd look around and see the problems you caused,"

She ran upstairs, her eyes welled up with tears.

Lana glared at Lincoln, then ran after her crying sister.

"Lincoln LOUD!" Rita scolded, "How dare-"

"Lemme stop you right there," Lincoln said. "Why do you care right now? Don't you have a jigsaw puzzle to complete? Keep on being a bad parent, and the house might end up in rubble or ashes, you ASSHOLE!"

"Don't talk to your mother like that!" Lynn Sr. shouted angrily.

"Or what?" Lincoln asked.

He was promptly slapped on the cheek, so hard his head snapped to the right. Even Lynn Sr. was surprised at that.

Lincoln punched him right in the "hoo-has" and stormed out of the house.

"You know where to find me when you want a son and not an emotional punching bag! I'll be ready!" Lincoln exclaimed. "Don't call the police or I'll have to turn the tables!"

He then slammed the door shut.

Lynn senior held his wife as she started crying. What she was crying scared her the most: "Why are we such bad parents?"

He was raised in a strict home that allowed no lying. In other words, he couldn't argue.

Lincoln couldn't believe that he was left to sleep outside. No one cared at all. They wanted him to stay and do what? Sleep on the porch?

Lincoln heard a rustling in the bush. He hoped it was one of his sisters, because it was a cold night and Clyde's was at least three miles away. Instead he came face to face with a clown. This clown was holding a baseball bat. He was struck by the bat, knocked unconscious. The clown carried him into a black car. He flipped open his phone and called someone.

"Hey honey!" He said in a nasal voice. "We got one!"

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-MooS