AN: A new story series, this time starring Lynn Loud. Most of my Loud House stories have been focused on Lincoln, so I thought it was time to change things up. He'll still be here, but he'll be playing a more minor role, as this story happens in the same canon as Lincoln Loud and the Ghoul School. Anyway, it's a short first chapter, but (hopefully) sets things up nicely. If you like the idea and where it may be going, let me know in the review section and I will keep it rolling. Thank you and enjoy the story.

Seeking Racers

Deep in the darkest corners of Transylvania, an old, moldy manor house surrounded by a cemetary lay. The roof was missing many shingles, most of the windows were broken, the shutters flapped and snapped in the wind, and the grass was overgrown. One would make the assumption that no one lived there for ages. However, one would be wrong. Standing outside the house, in front of a rusted mailbox, was a bald, young ghoul with a long, crooked nose and a goatee on his sunken chin. He was wearing a gentleman's lounging robe, fine pants, and dress shoes as he paced about on his front porch. "Come on….it should have been here by now…" He grumbled, looking at the watch on his pale wrist. The moment he said that, a gargoyle in a mail carrier's hat landed on the gravel path leading to his door. "What took you so long?" He chastised the winged, stone creature.

"You try flying when you're made entirely of granite and see how quick you fly…." The courier growled in return, handing the ghoul a stack of letters. The undead being hastily swiped them from his grip and started rifling through them. "...yer welcome...creep." The gargoyle turned his back on the rude customer and flew off. Meanwhile, the ghoul's face twisted into a big grin as he came across a big envelope.

"This is it! The letter from the Bank of Transylvania!" He declared as he tore the envelope open quickly and gazed upon the message inside.

To Cerano Rotters,

After thoroughly analyzing your proposal to initiate the "Monster Marathon", in tribute to the once great "Monster Road Rally", we are in agreement that this is an excellent idea. Transylvania needs an event it can call it's own, and this would be a grand opportunity for the monster youth. We have approved your loan and, as such, enclosed the check for your loan with this letter. We expect great things from you and your "Monster Marathon", Mr Rotters. Not the least of which being the return on our investment.

Sincerely, First National Bank of Transylvania

Razortooth Thrasher, President

"Yes!" Cerano cheered as he jumped for joy. "I knew it! I knew it! I knew they would approve of the race! This is so exciting, I could just go all to pieces...but not right now. NOW, I need to set up the race. I need to find a venue, advertising, a time slot on television, live streaming...and of course, finding the participants." He listed off as he returned his old mansion. He made his way to his cobweb and dust covered study, where he parked himself at his desk. "Let's see….who could I ask to join the race? I'll certainly want as many monsters represented in the marathon...I know my cousin Zeral will want a part of this. That covers ghouls and zombies…" He said to himself as he opened a dusty scroll and started to write the name down. As he worked, a billow of smoke started to fill the room, but faded quickly to reveal a man with a pale face, slick black hair, slightly pointed ears, and wearing a fancy black suit and cape. He leered at the back of Cerano as he stepped forward.

"Vell now...is vhat I hear true?" The man asked, in a somewhat angry tone. The ghoul jumped and turned to see who had spoken. Upon seeing the intruder, he chuckled a bit.

"Well, isn't this an honor? What brings you to my humble abode, Count Dracula?" The pale skinned, young undead man asked as he rose from his seat.

"Cease the pleasantries, Mr Rotters. Is. Vhat I heard. True?" Dracula repeated himself slowly, crossing his arms in front of him.

"Well, if you heard a devilishly handsome stiff lived here, then yes." Cerano joked, further irking the vampire.

"Is it true you're planning on starting the Monster Marathon race?" The lord of the vampires asked, his patience thinning.

"Ah. Yes, you heard right there, Drac." The undead man said with a nod. "As a tribute to your incredible Monster Road Rally, as I'm sure you-"

"And how, exactly, do you plan on running this race, Mr Rotters?"

"Well, I'm taking a lot of inspiration from you, Count." Cerano admitted with a crooked smirk. "It's going to be a foot race across the scenic fields of Transylvania, with a contestant from as many monster species as are willing to participate, which will include the original monsters-"

"Including a verevolf?" Dracula asked.

"Naturally, Vlad." Dracula bared his fangs at Cerano as the ghoul had the nerve to address him by his first name. "I mean, what kind of monster race would it be without one?"

"...listen carefully to me, Mr Rotters." The Count said, keeping his cool as he stepped right up to the rotting gentleman. "I don't like you. Not one bit. However, I do like your idea and I do vant to see it succeed. So I am going to give you a simple piece of advice for your race: Don't make the same mistakes I did." He warned him.

"Haha. Come on, Vlad-"

"You. Vill. Address. Me. With. Respect." The vampire warned him in a slow, low and dangerous voice.

"Gotcha, Vlad." Cerano responded, doing that to purposely get his goat this time. "But I'd say I've already improved on your idea. The odds of hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of dollars in damages are significantly lower with a foot race." He explained. "After all, wasn't THAT was nearly ruined you, and brought an end to the road rally?" Dracula could feel his face heat up with his anger, which seemed to amuse the arrogant ghoul before him.

"Do not say I didn't varn you, Mr Rotters…" The Count growled, swishing his cape as he transformed into a bat and flew off.

"See you around, Vlad." He called out as Dracula vanished into the night. "Crusty old geezer...to think I thought he was cool once." Cerano shook his head as he sat back at his desk. "Let's see...where was I? Oh yes. I'm pretty sure Medusa has a daughter with interest in track and field…"

Two weeks later, and Cerano found himself flooded with letters from all the monster youngsters (or more specifically their parents) he had invited to participate in the Monster Marathon, and he had to admit he was pleased. The turnout was rather impressive, he thought, as he looked over his list. "Let's see...a ghoul, a gorgon, two witches (though they're not technically monsters), a vampire, a mummy...no werewolf yet." He commented, but he smiled as he looked to the letters. "But I've invited numerous werewolves to run in the race. Surely one of them wants to race." He said to himself as he started opening letters. "Let's see….from the parents of Reginald F. FangFace….they have a prior engagement." He shrugged as he chucked the letter into the fire. "Should have known...the parents of Patricia 'Lone Wolf' Von Ripper...Patricia broke her leg? Tragic…." His spirits started to drop as he opened rejection after rejection letter, until he reached the last one. "...from the parents of Winnie the Werewolf. Ah. Daughter of the original Wolf Man. How can they-" He started to ask as he opened the letter and all he saw was a big NO. "...How is this possible?" The thunderstruck ghoul asked as he slumped in his seat. "...but I promised the people a race with each of the original monster species present...what am I going to do!?" He asked no one in particular.

He covered his sunken in eyes with one hand as he groaned, kicking something round and hard under his desk as he leaned back in his chair. "Eh?" Cerano straightened up and looked under the desk. "Hey...my old crystal ball." He said, pulling the glass sphere up where he could see it. "Hmmmm...I wonder if it still works…" He set the ball down on the surface of the writing desk. "Mystic orb, hear my plea. I need to find a werewolf, and do it quickly." He chanted, waving his spindly fingers over the ball. It started to fog up on the inside, before showing an image to the undead man.

Thousands of miles away, in the town of Glenvale, a track and field competition was being held between Glenvale Middle School, and Royal Woods Middle School. It had been a fierce competition and each school had won an equal number of events. It had come down to the final event: The mile run. Ten runners (five from each school), were getting warmed up at the starting line. One of which, wearing a red and white jersey with the number 1 on the front and back, was Lynn Loud Jr. She grinned as she herself ready and psyched up. Some athletes would crack under the kind of pressure she was under. Lynn, however, thrived on it, or at least that is what she would tell people. Sitting among the stands of spectators, was her very large family, including her parents, brother, and nine sisters, along with her grandfather, Albert. "You got this, Lynn!" came the voice of a young man with short black hair from the Royal Woods bench. The ponytailled athlete turned and grinned at the boy who had cheered for her. His name was Francisco; friend, team mate, and Lynn's (not so) secret crush. She waved to him before turning away, her cheeks bright red.

"It's all you, sport!" Her father, Lynn Sr, called from the stands.

"Go get them, Lynn!" Her brother, Lincoln, cheered. Lynn smiled a bit at him. Her brother had come all the way from Grimwood's school just to see her run. Granted, he had a way of teleporting between there and home, but it still felt just a bit more special to Lynn.

"Runners, on your mark!" The race official called as he prepared his stopwatch. All ten contestants moved to their blocks on the starting line, getting into position. "Get set." Each one had the steely look of determination in their eyes."GO!" A huge cloud of dust was kicked up as all ten runners sped off at the word go. Lynn took an early lead as she sprinted right to the front, her eyes focused on the track in front of her. However, one of the runners from Glenvale was starting to catch up with her.

"You're not winning this time, Royal Woods!" The red headed girl who had finally caught up to the sporty Loud said with a sneer as she looked at her.

"Think so?" Lynn asked unconcernedly as she picked up the pace and outsped her, much to her opponent's shock.

You think you got me? Don't make me laugh.

I'm not even warmed up. Just clear the path.

Lynn Loud is here, just get out of my way.

Cross my path and I'll make you pay.

The name's Lynn Loud and I'm here to win!

To take any less than first would be a sin!

This race was over before it could begin!

The name's Lynn Loud and I'm here to win!

Lynn was feeling pretty confident in her chances for victory, until two Glenvale runners sprinted by her, one of them bumping into her hard in passing. "Hey! Oh, that's how you want to play, huh!?" She called out, her stride not being broken.

In Lynn Loud, Royal Woods can trust!

Try and take me down? Eat my dust!

Your chances at victory just went bust!

Shoulda stayed in bed and not been fussed!

The name's Lynn Loud and I'm here to win!

To take any less than first would be a sin!

This race was over before it could begin!

The name's Lynn Loud and I'm here to win!

She slipped right past the two and kicked it into overdrive as she approached the finish line with a big grin on her face. Nothing stood between her and first place. It was all hers. Her family and friends were all cheering loudly for her as she sped toward the finish line, crossing it in a blur of red and white and going on for several yards more before she skidded to a stop, thrusting her arms up in celebration.

"Hmmmm. The kid's good." Cerano commented as he watched the race from his crystal. "She would be a fine addition to the Monster Marathon. Pity she isn't a monster…." He tapped his smooth forehead for a moment before he grinned. "At least...she isn't yet…." He stood up and bolted for the front door, exchanging his robe for a sport coat before making tracks down the gravel path.

"...and that's my situation, Dr Jeckyl." He explained to a tall, sophisticated looking man in a purple suit, complete with a purple top hat, and a monocle on his eye nearly an hour later, on the front porch of the good doctor's estate. Originally, he lived in London, but after his scientific accident, he had move to Transylvania; where both he and his alter ego, Mr Hyde, could live without persecution and without seriously hurting someone. "I need a werewolf for my marathon."

"Hmmmmm." Dr Jeckyl pondered his problem for a moment. "That is a bit of a predicament...but why come to me, Mr Rotters? I'm no werewolf."

"No, Doctor, but you are a man of science. Surely you have some idea of how I can create a werewolf for the race, short of hiring one to attack someone."

"Yes...that wouldn't go over well if you did...come inside and let me think a moment…" He said, allowing the ghoul into his home. Cerano looked around and frowned slightly. The living room, filled with victorian era furniture, was a little too clean for his taste. He prefered to be surrounded by dust and cobwebs, whenever possible. "Now then...creating a werewolf...well, I suppose the quickest way, without harming the subject, would be to inject them with lycanthrope infected blood." The doctor reasoned. "It would have the similar desired effect, without the mess, physically at least. Legally, it would still be very frowned upon…."

"It's a chance I'm willing to take, Doctor...would you happen to have any infected blood on hand?" The ghoul asked hopefully.

"Of course. I make a note of studying blood samples of all monster types...but no, you cannot have any." Dr Jeckyl said, anticipating Cerano's next question.

"Come on, Doc….this is important." He pleaded, his thin fingers interlocked. "Think of what this can do for Transylvania."

"Think of what purposely infecting someone, a child no less, with lycanthrope will do. I'm sorry, but I am morally opposed to the idea." The good doctor said firmly, crossing his arms in front of him.

"...suit yourself, Doc…" Cerano replied grumpily as he stood up. "But before I go...I'd like a second opinion…."

"A second opinion? From wh-" Before he could finish his sentence, Cerano jumped him and knocked him to the ground. He might not have looked it, but the ghoul was pretty strong. He forcefully reached into Dr Jeckyl's coat and pulled out a vial with a murky gray liquid inside. "No….no, you wouldn't….."

"Time to take your medicine, Doc…." Cerano taunted before he force fed the serum to him. Upon making him swallow it, he quickly moved off the doctor as he twitched and convulsed on the floor. His body grew in mass, he became much hairier, his teeth became sharper and his eyes looked quite mad. He leapt to his feet and grinned at the undead man before him.

"Cerano! Long time no punch!" Mr Hyde declared.

"Evening, Mr Hyde. Let's forget your usual greeting for a moment. I have a proposition for you." Cerano said quickly, holding up his hands and somewhat regretting his decision.

"I'm listening…."

"I have need of some of Dr Jeckyl's lycanthrope infected blood. Fetch me a sample, and I'll cut you in on the profits from the Monster Marathon." Cerano offered with a smirk.

"Bah. I don't need money. I'm already rich as all get out!" Mr Hyde snapped. "However...it would really tick the Doctor off...and cause a lot of trouble...why not? I'll get you some of that blood." Mr Hyde stomped off down into Dr Jeckyl's lab, snickering as he descended the stairs. Moments later, he returned with a corked vial of blood. "Here you go. What exactly do you need it for?"

"I need a werewolf for the marathon, and I found this impressive young athlete who would be perfect to join. However, she's only human...but I plan to change that."

"Ooooooh. You're asking for a LOT of trouble…" Hyde said, snickering madly, but then his expression changed to that of horror. "...Dracula won't hear about this, will he?"

"You're still afraid of that guy? Pfft. Vlad's a hasbeen. He's grown soft. Let me worry about him. You just worry about Dr Jeckyl. I don't want him ratting me out."

"Ha! He won't even remember anything when we change again." Hyde waved off his concern with a barking laugh. "Hey, how about a good luck punch!? For old time's sake?"

"I don't think….OW!" Cerano winced in pain as Mr Hyde slugged him in the arm, not even waiting for his response. "...thanks for that…" He grumbled sarcastically before he made a quick exit from the house. "Well, that's one piece of the puzzle...I have the blood...now I just need someone to inject it into that girl….and I think I know just the two to help me."

"I'll just position my kobold darter right here…" Said a hunchbacked man in a blue and gold striped shirt, gray pants and brown shoes. His hair was short, black and well kept, like his tiny mustache. He smirked a bit as he adjusted his monocle, moving a card on a paper mat made to look like a battlefield in front of him. Across from him was another hunchbacked man in a green and light blue shirt. He had very little hair on his head and his large tongue was sticking out of the side of his mouth. They were both sitting on front of a modest, but creepy house in the Transylvanian countryside, with a lawn of dead grass under them and a spiked, wrought iron fence around the property "And have him attack your Coven Mistress." He grabbed some dice and rolled them on table between them. "Ah blast. A miss...very well, Crunch. Your move."

"Blokay." Crunch replied through his tongue. "Bli bove bly blark lich…" He stated, shifting the card labeled dark witch across the battlefield. "...bland she blattacks your blaster." He declared, pointing at his opponent's leader card.

"I say...quite the gambit, old boy." The mustachioed hunchback commented. "But it is your call. Roll the dice." Crunch grinned as he rolled the dice across the mat.

"Blah ha! Blwo hits!" He said, spraying spittle as he spoke.

"Blast! You slew my Dragon Speaker...well played, old boy. Finest game of Conjurers Conflict you've ever played."

"Blanks, Blunch."

"Anytime, old bean. Well now, that's twenty games to you, and twenty for me." Brunch commented as he checked the score.

"Ah. There you two are." Cerano called as he pushed open the gate and strolled onto their lawn. "The Legendary Hunch Bunch."

"Ah, Mr Rotters. Good day to you." Brunch said in salutation. "Care to join us in the next game? It's Crunch's pick."

"Perhaps another time. I actually have a job for you two." He told them.

"Bla job?" Crunch asked, turning to look at the ghoul.

"Quite. You see, I'm starting up the Monster Marathon-"

"Ah yes. I've heard of that. If I had a hat, I would tip it to you for that." Brunch interjected. "It would be quite a boost to the community."

"-indeed. However, I find myself short a werewolf, and-" Cerano once more found himself interrupted, this time by Crunch blowing a raspberry at him.

"I must concur with my associate here. That phase of our lives in ancient history." Brunch added with a frown.

"Come on...at least hear me out." The bald headed ghoul said, looking annoyed.

"...go ahead."

"Thank you. Now then, I am in need of a werewolf for the marathon." Cerano said, standing beside their table, between the two hunchbacks. "As none of the werewolves I invited could make it, so I will need to make one. I have the means to do it. I just need you two to bring me the girl who is to become a werewolf."

"Very well. We heard you out. However, our answer remains the same. We are retired, Mr Rotters. Our time as henchmen is long since over, after our previous master fired us." Brunch told him. "So I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else to do your kidnapping dirty work."

"Now now...who said anything about kidnapping?" Cerano asked with a chuckle, deciding it was time to change tactics. "I'm not asking you to kidnap her. Just bring her here. Two guys with your brains, I'm sure you could find a way to get her here and make it seem like her idea." Brunch could tell that the ghoul before him was just buttering him up, but he did take a moment to consider what he said. "Plus, I would be willing to pay you both handsomely for it."

"Hmmmmm. So you are saying you want us to convince this young lady to come to Transylvania and LET you turn her into a werewolf?" The sophisticated hunchback asked with a raised eyebrow. "Have you considered simply not having a werewolf in the race?"

"Brunch….I promised everyone that all the core monsters would be there." Cerano explained, his tone becoming sadder. "Everyone is really looking forward to seeing that...especially the kids. You don't want to disappoint the kids, do you, Brunch?" The hunchback sighed, holding the bridge of his nose. The whole 'think of the children' bit wouldn't work on him, but his partner on the other hand...Crunch was already getting teary eyed as he started blubbering.

"Blooh hoo hoo….Come bloon, Blunch….blor the kids….." The mumbling monster pleaded, putting his hands together.

"I know we are going to regret this…." Brunch grumbled to himself before he said. "Very well, Mr Rotters. We will take this job….on three conditions. First: we are to be left to our own devices in bringing the child here."

"Done." The ghoul replied.

"Two: We don't want anyone to know of our involvement in this. Least of all Count Dracula."

"You have nothing to fear from old fangface." Cerano said with a chuckle. "I'm not afraid of him."

"Then you are not only a fool, but the only one as well." Brunch told him. "And third, we are only meant bring the girl here and change her. From there, you're on your own. Am I clear?"

"As you wish, you two. Getting her here is all I really need."

"Very well. It seems we have a deal." Brunch said, holding his hand, which Cerano enthusiastically shook.

"Excellent. You leave for Michigan tonight, at midnight." He told them with a smirk.

"Naturally. Now, if you'll excuse us…." The well spoken monster man turned back to his identical friend. "Which game would you like to play next, Crunch?" Cerano didn't stick around long enough to hear Crunch answer, a contented smile on his face as he strolled away from the Hunch Bunch and their retirement cottage. All was starting to come together now. Soon enough, he would have his Monster Marathon, complete with the key essential monsters. He would show Dracula how it's truly done.