[AN: Thank you for taking the time to read the first chapter in my first posted story with hopefully more to come, this is a blend of The Loud House, Resident Evil, Infamous: Second Son, Marvel, DC with references to Fallout, Dark Souls/Bloodborne and various other works of fiction.]

[ Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Loud House' or anything really.]

Posted 9/1/19

Loud House: New world Crisis

-Prologue-

Beneath the bright and cloudy orange skies indicating a sunset we see two figures moving about the ruins of a town somewhere they believe to be El Paso, Colorado. A tall, muscular man and a curvy woman of average height moving about looking forward but by the body language of the man, he's ready for a fight.

The man has a tanned complexion, strong features, no doubt formed by the many hard years behind him living through destroyed cities one after another having to fight for his own life and the life of his companion. He's wearing an open brown leather jacket with a rustic orange trim lining where the zippers would meet and around his collar, a black t-shirt underneath, he wears black fingerless gloves and on his lower half he's wearing dull, faded and torn blue jeans and black combat boots.

His most prominent features would be his glowing golden-amber eyes and messy, barely cleaned (all natural) white hair, at neck length and the edges framing his face, he stands about 6'6".

He carries a large, green camping backpack filled with who knows what, a grey duffle bag filled with items grinding and scraping together with a metallic sound resonating within, a pistol is tucked behind his pants, a shotgun strapped over his shoulder, and a big hunting knife, holstered by his left hip. His eyes are calm, focused and shift from left to right on occasion as he makes his way through these ruins.

The woman beside him has on a very clean all-black dress, long sleeves that reach and connect to her middle fingers, a fabric of see-through lace would 'cover' itself over her collar and cleavage, just above her sizable triple D chest, a swaying skirt that hovers just above her knees, her legs adorned with black lacy, flower embroidered stockings and on her feet were worn black flat heeled shoes, clearly she has a fascination with the color black.

The woman herself had skin so translucent they were as if porcelain, such a pure ivory tone you'd believe she'd be set ablaze the moment the sun shined on her. Her hair is styled in a pseudo-hime cut that go past her eyes, two long strips of her inky black hair hides her ears and touches her shoulders, around the back, the rest of her hair hangs freely and is so dark they consume the light around her, barely half her face could be made out, soft full lips, high cheek bones, a button nose and either her most alluring or frightening feature is the glowing neon blue eye that could see into your very soul.

Normally she lets her bangs hang over her eyes in a v-shaped cut, currently however she has brushed her bangs aside just enough to let her right eye peek through and grace/haunt the world with a disinterested gaze, she looks to be around 5'8".

The woman also had a backpack, although a few sizes smaller than the man accompanying her but in the woman's arms lay a small black cat. This cat was nearly all black if not for the quirk of a small patch of white hair decorating its chest. By the rising and falling patterns of its body we see that the cat is sleeping.

"Hey you doing okay there, Luce, we've been walking for a while, your feet must be killing you." The man asked with concern.

"Afraid not even this traitorous journey through another forgotten city lying in devastation is enough to send me into the welcoming arms of the immortal reaper, Lincoln, sigh, but I thank you for your concern." She said in a dispassionate tone, giving no indication that she is joking, being serious or even upset.

"… Right, Lucy I think we should set up camp soon but this place just doesn't feel right to me." The now named Lincoln said with his eyes narrowing.

"I know, I feel it too and with Salem beginning to stir, I believe we may encounter something soon, what do you think it is, Lincoln?" She said again with a voice completely devoid of emotion, no excitement or even worry.

"I don't know, but judging from the lack of bodies, remains or even wild life, we might have another 'apex predator' in these parts, we should get ready Luce." Lincoln said while unsheathing his knife with his right hand, metallic silver handle with a black grip, slightly curved and the tainted-grey blade having a few nicks here and there showing it has seen action.

"Sigh, you're rig-"

*Guraaaaaah reeeeeeeh*

"What was that Lincoln?" Lucy somehow asked with obvious surprise but still lacking emotion.

"Something big, I can feel it." Lincoln then pauses and closes his eyes.

*Thump Thump Thump Crack Thump* Both Lincoln and Lucy fall back into a readied stance as the cat, full awake, leaps out of lucy's arms and looks on to the source of the thumping with narrowed glowing yellow and green eyes with its pupils slitting.

From the corner of a damaged building a scaly clawed hand grips the building as the thunderous thumping now known as the hunched-over creature's footsteps rounding the building and now spotting its new prey. At an astonishing 8'6" the figure comes closer to give the three a better look.

The creature is a bipedal, scaly, long clawed reptilian beast, while it had brownish-green armor like scales, it had a lightly tanned colored underbelly the armor didn't extend towards. It has to two horns that curved outward on a head that made it look like a mix of an ape and a dinosaur, a pair of elongated arms and matching lizard-like legs, each with four clawed digits.

A long reptilian tail that resembled a crocodile and if there was a word that perfectly described this monster it probably would be demonic, with that mouth full of sharpened teeth unhinging for another shriek.

*Skreeee* It roared before taking off, as if giving some kind of battle cry as it rushed our trio in an unsteady sprint.

Lincoln dropped his bags and grabbed his pistol with his free hand.

*SIGH* "Another one of these and what's it doing so-"

Lincoln is interrupted as it comes near, specifically towards him and tries to impale Lincoln on its horns.

Lincoln dodges with a side roll as Lucy moves away with Salem following.

"Woah, coming in hot!" He says on one knee and quickly popping up onto his feet

The beast turns knowing it didn't catch its intended target and then aims for Lucy and charges forward, she raises her head with her eye expressing worry.

*BANG BANG* Two gunshots sound off as a pair of bullets ricocheted off of its armor-like scales and turns to the source, Lincoln.

*Guuahh* The monstrosity growls as it gets on all-fours and lowers itself closer to the ground, Lincoln knows what's coming and bends his knees into a slightly crouching position.

The creature lunges at Lincoln with its maw open and left arm rearing back for a swipe.

Lincoln, as if he'd preformed this hundreds of times, sprawled onto the earth beneath him and aimed his gun at the exposed underbelly and shot twice, the bullets pierce its chest, the monster flew over Lincoln and on to the ground as it writhes in pained groans holding onto its chest wounds.

Lincoln gets off the ground, puts his gun away, re-sheaths his knife and unclasps his shoulder strap, revealing his pump-action shotgun.

He cocks his gun and takes aim at the beast's chest as it tries to reach for Lincoln's gun.

*BLAM* A fiery burst of shrapnel fly from the shotgun and tear through the hideous monster's torso, hitting vitals and taking off chunks of slightly burnt flesh.

The beast slumped over dead and Lincoln made his way back to his duffle bag, he digs in and pulls out a long fireman's axe, it looks used, the grip a little worn and the axe head splattered and stained with layers of dried blood.

He makes his way towards the fallen creature reeling back his axe with both arms and slams it over the beast's head.

*Shunk Slish Splursh* It took three swings but Lincoln took its head off and leaves.

"Sigh, why do you bother taking off the head if you're just going to leave it along with the body?" Lucy asked with a bored expression. "Why not just leave it be?"

"Lucy, you remember when we kept doing that years ago, some of them got back on their feet and followed us for a chance to even the score or moved on and hurt someone else."

"Sigh, I do."

"That's why I double tap, no need to worry if they'll come back and follow us."

"You think we should bring it to the next town, maybe there's a reward." Lucy followed up.

"Doesn't work that way Luce, gotta take the job first or bring it to places controlled by the 'dupes' or maybe militia. No telling if it'll be just a waste of space or even worth it if they don't know us."

"Sigh" Lucy looks down, "Do you think we'll make it to the next town tomorrow?"

"Maybe, that depends if anything gets in our way before then and besides I think a better question would be 'if the next town is even standing'?" Lincoln somberly voices his thoughts.

"If it is, I hope they have a clothing store, my bra's getting really tight."

"Jeez again, just how big are those gonna get Luce?" 'Damn, they're so big already, her hips are getting curvier by the day and her ass looks so- No, focus Lincoln!'

"Sigh, one is not meant to know the extent of their blessings OR curses until they reach their apex, but I suppose this is getting I bit too much." She says turning around to readjust her bra.

Lincoln looks on and just stares, he sees Lucy lean forward trying to get a grip on her bra and shift her breasts, his eyes travel down to her rear, such volume, so alluring and an outline of her ass hugging panties, 'I wonder what color they are today?' He thinks to himself.

'I can feel your lecherous gaze Lincoln, I know what you want, what you need but you'll have to wait a while longer and this time nothing will hold me back.' She thought with her lips curved into a small smile.

She finishes and sees a shadow move in the distance.

'Wait' She thinks, 'No, it can't be'.

"Sigh, Lincoln what are the chances of a pack of Deathclaws wandering an open town?" She asks with a firm tone as she slips off her backpack and grabs two pistols.

"About as likely for just one to wonder in an open town alone but that could explain why no one's around, not even bodies, a pack of them wouldn't leave a scrap." He said with clear worry as he sees the shadow of a building with a figure looking over.

Lincoln turns upward to see another Deathclaw and this one was a dull yellow as it roars out and out of the woodwork three leap down from buildings as they hear a familiar thumping sound and from around another building, the biggest Deathclaw they ever saw stalked its way towards its pack.

The three lesser Deathclaws were made of the yellow one at about 8' even, a red one at about 9' and a half feet and a brown one at about 8'10".

The alpha, their leader it seems was a bright green in color and over 12' in height, this one was different in appearance too, it was riddled with scars; bullet marks over its non-armored chest area, slash marks on its upper body and face, it was missing its left eye and tail, and lastly its left arm was like the others but its right arm was larger, had three digits and the claws had elongated nails that looked like they could pierce cinderblocks.

"SHIT!" Lincoln angrily shouts as the grip on his axe tightened.

The alpha raised its left arm pointing to our trio and lets out a quick grunt as the others charge forward. Lincoln sees two charge Lisa and Salem, the yellow and brown, so he takes out his pistol with his left hand and aims for the brown one.

*BANG* He aims true and hits his target, Brown's left eye, it howls in agony as Lincoln turns his head and ducks as a red claw swung over his head, he takes a few steps back to see Red raise both arms readying to slam them downwards and Lincoln takes aim.

*BANG BANG BANG click click* Lincoln unloaded the remainder of his clip into Red's chest and watched it doubled over in pain. Blood was pouring from its wounds as it got onto its knees and held its chest, Lincoln was going to finish it when he saw the Brown race towards him.

"Shit!" Was what Lincoln said as he readied himself.

-Lucy & Salem-

-Earlier-

Lucy had two Deathclaws rushing to her and Salem, she needed to focus on one but saw a bullet pierce Brown's eye.

'Thank you Lincoln.' Lucy aimed her dual pistols at Yellow and proceeded to empty her clips onto her opponent.

Yellow had raised one of its arms to defend its weak spot as the flurry of bullets bounced off the majority of its armored scales, only a few managed to hit its underbelly but nowhere vital, It kept charging Lucy as she and Salem made their retreat.

Lucy wasn't much of a runner but she needed distance and took cover around another building and started rifling through her backpack. She pulled out her sawed-off shot gun and checked it for two whole shells.

"Good, I've got-"

*BAM! Crunch* Pieces of the building she used for cover blew apart from the impact of Yellow's fist, knocking Lucy away from her backpack in the process.

Lucy skid across pavement with her dress tearing up to her waist, her stockings ripped and felt something wet drip from her nose, she touched it to see blood on her fingertips and Salem carefully walks behind Lucy.

"Sigh, REALLY?" A rarity but still an occurrence to happen on occasion, Lucy was pissed.

*Sniff* She wipes her nose with her wrist and as Yellow came to charge her, she holds her hand up and like a marionette, Yellow's hunched over body stiffened and contorted itself into a straightened stance as both of its arms were raised exposing its vulnerable chest, Lucy stands up and calmly walks to Yellow, aims her shotgun at its chest point blank and pulls the trigger.

*BLAM* The shot was enough to shred and carve out Yellow's chest cavity causing the beast to roar in sheer torture as the blood that should've spattered onto Lucy hits an invisible wall. Lucy takes aim again in the same spot driving her gun deeper into Yellows wounds.

*BLAM* The second shot caused Yellow to slump over in silence but is somehow still standing. Lucy lets out a breath and lowers her arm, the Deathclaw's corpse falls over and the droplets of its blood fall to the floor.

Lucy begins to walk away but turns back to Yellow's body.

"Sigh, Lincoln, how your words always seem pierce my very being and makes me act accordingly still eludes me." She solemnly whispers as she raises her left hand again and slowly forms a fist as Yellow's head begins to cave in on itself, blood spills out and all that remains is a deformed ball of dark yellow and red flesh.

"You can come out now Salem, I'm not mad anymore." She voices out loud and her shadow darkens as glowing yellow eyes peek from within, a mass of shadow then jumps from Lucy's shadow and onto the ground as it takes form, a cat, Salem.

*mew* Salem looked at Lucy with such wide and sparkling yellow eyes like she was pleading with Lucy.

"No Salem, I haven't forgotten, I was just upset, it happened in the heat of battling for my life."

*Meow*

"No I'm not making excuses, I know how important it is to blend in when we see normal people, 'to which leaving a psychic trail of death is an easy way for others to find out you're a mutant' I know Salem, I know."

"…", Salem stares at Lucy.

"…", Lucy stares back.

"…"

"Sigh, alright you- *BLAM* *Gaaaaah*, *GASP* Lincoln, come on let's go Salem!"

Lucy snatches her backpack and runs off to see Lincoln surrounded by the dead bodies of Brown and Red, pinned down by the 'normal' arm of the green alpha and using both hands to keep the mangled, razored claw from reaching him.

-Back With Lincoln-

-Earlier-

Red was on its knees and Brown was rushing over to Lincoln with its left eye bleeding profusely. Lincoln was stepping away from red to give himself room as Brown was about to pounce on him, Lincoln rolled out of the way and as Brown's hands were on the ground Lincoln swiped at Browns leg aiming for its left knee.

*Shlish* Lincoln slices into Browns knee and it tries to limp away as Lincoln raises his axe once more only to be picked up and thrown towards a wrecked building, Lincoln smashes into the brick structure as his back left a crater into it, Lincoln gets up and sees Red back on its feet charging at Lincoln, winding its arm back.

Lincoln rolls past Red's fist leading it to hit the building, breaking a sizable hole into the building. Lincoln looks back to his bags and to Brown limping towards Lincoln, 'No, not worth it' he thinks to himself looking to see if he should go for his gear.

Lincoln ducks as a familiar red claw tried to take his head from behind. Lincoln rolls away as Brown is catching up and red sprints to Lincoln with its arms held up intending to crush Lincoln.

"Perfect" Lincoln's mouth turns into a wicked smile as he pulls his axe behind his head with both hands and in a snap he launches it, his axe embedding itself into Red's unguarded chest.

*Aaauugh* Was all Red could get out as Lincoln runs to Red, faster than the creature could react Lincoln takes hold of his axe and drags it downwards and before Red could grab onto Lincoln he yanks his weapon out of the beast, intestines spilling out, bloody meat chunks flooding out of Red as it falls over, it's chest rapidly rising only to settle, completely still, dead.

"One down" He looks to Brown still hobbling to Lincoln, he wants to finish it and tries to do what he did to Red, he pulls his axe back and launches it only for it to be caught in Brown's right forearm scales.

"Crap" Lincoln wanted to slap himself for not waiting, 'Of all the stupid, Lincoln pull yourself together', he thinks as he unsheathes his knife, Lincoln runs to Brown in blinding speed and before Brown could react, Lincoln stabs his blade into Brown's stomach and drags it across, disemboweling it but Brown's intestines don't spill out and takes the chance to grab Lincoln by the arm and throw him onto the pavement.

The force of Brown's attack cause Lincoln to cave in to ground with a man sized crater, Lincoln rolls out of it only to be backhanded or attempted as he caught Brown's left arm and held it in place.

Lincoln stomps his left foot into the ground leaving an imprint and yanks on Brown's arm as it tried to pull it back, a big mistake.

*SNAP! CRUNCH!* The sound had alerted Lincoln that Brown's arm just couldn't hold up, Lincoln lets go to see bone breaking the 'skin', 'scales' or whatever you'd call it, Brown was suffering, the trauma it's experiencing was probably the first in its unnatural existence but it wouldn't be made to suffer any longer curtesy of Lincoln bringing out his shotgun.

Lincoln cocks it and aims for the face. *BLAM* Brown slumps over twitching as half of its face meat was stripped and torn apart. Lincoln cocks it again with eyes narrowed, *BLAM* Brown stops moving and Lincoln lets out a breath.

Suddenly his eyes snap open and ducks, he feels the wind move above his head but saw nothing, he gets another feeling and rolls to his left as something big impacts the ground and kicks up dirt and in the dust cloud, he sees an outline of another deathclaw.

"Wait, what!" 'Is that big one invisible, I didn't know it could do that, how did it sneak up behind me, I would've felt it, it's not a lightweight.'

Lincoln's thought raced but soon focused, he needed to take care of this quick and help Lucy, 'not that she needs any,' Lincoln sprints to the alpha like he tried Brown but saw that Green was prepared and wildly swung its malformed claw arm in a half circular radius, Lincoln jumped back and knew it wasn't going to fall for anything the others fell to.

This thing was big, normal deathclaws can weigh nearly a ton and this one was massive, what does that say about the amount of damage it could do and to know it could become invisible, to a normal person this would be an impossible kill, but Lincoln was anything but normal.

With the dust cloud settling Lincoln knew he wouldn't be able to see Green, so he closes his eyes and tries to get a feel for it, in the darkness of Lincoln's mind he can accurately feel Green, slowly creeping up to Lincoln's side, he swiftly spun on his heel, faced Green and cocks his gun, pointing it at Green's lower body.

"Gotcha" *BLAM* *Gaaaaah* Green reveals itself, while bleeding and groaning it pushes past the pain to slap the shotgun away from Lincoln's grasp and grabs Lincoln's torso to slam him down and pin him to the ground.

Green takes its deformed right claw hand and stabs it down in an attempt to puncture Lincoln's head only for Lincoln to hold onto two of its three digits and bend them backwards with a sickening crack.

The green monster is growling in pain but continues to drive in its claw onto its prey and as the final claw gets closer to Lincoln's neck, his eyes begin to glow golden and causes Green to open its only eye widely but narrows and press on anyway.

'Okay enough fucking around Lincoln, finish it, you know you could've ended this the moment they reared their ugly faces in!' He angrily shouts to himself.

"Lincoln!" His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Lucy calling out his name. She holds out her hand as her eyes shine with the intensity and ferocity of an erupting star.

The alpha Deathclaw's misshaped arm abruptly snaps in two with a loud and painful echo. It immediately leapt off of Lincoln to run away but found itself was being dragged back by an invisible force.

*SIGH* "Lucy, I thought we agreed-no, not now." He says while appreciative of Lucy's 'rescue', they couldn't afford to make a show of it.

Lincoln looks back to the alpha as he got up to his feet and makes his way to Green who was being held in place, Lucy flatly faces her palm towards the ground and Green was forced on its hands and knees and was pinned as if gravity had increased upon it one-thousand fold.

Lincoln then came face to face with Green as it let out one last desperate roar, *Reeeeeeaaah* blowing Lincoln's hair as he grabs Greens head by the horns and rapidly twists and snaps its neck in three points, each break sounding an echo that carried into the winds.

As Green fell to the floor, Lincoln grabbed its head and jaw then proceeded to rip the top portion of its skull from the rest of its body. Lincoln stares on in disgust as blood pools from both ends of the alpha's head, proceeded to do the same with Red and then looks to Lucy.

"Are you alright Lincoln?" She asks with worry and a hint of fear.

"I'm fine, and I suppose things worked out for you on your end as well." He stated rather than asked.

"Yes, I even 'doubled tapped' like you said."

"Luce, you remember when we agreed until we got past the border we wouldn't 'broadcast' our powers, right?" He asked while grabbing his shotgun and making his way to his axe.

"I do but why should we be concerned with that right now, we were alone with what five Deathclaws roaming around, I very much doubt anyone would be crazy enough to knowingly venture out into these parts."

"The point was if anyone else saw, word could get back to their groups or settlements and you know not every place is big on 'mutants', we need to keep it on the down low if we want to make it through the border." He said starting to get a little angry.

"And that's well and good until it gets you killed Lincoln, for god sake you could've taken that thing down with your eyes closed and both arms tied behind your back but there you were pinned down with it hovering over you! Back in Nevada you could've-no you would have fried that thing the moment you saw it and we wouldn't need to separate or run!" She started yelling.

"Well you know what, I- *MEOW! MEW!* *Sigh* I'm sorry Luce, you're right, it's just, I want to get us, to get you out of this mess and finally go home together and I feel like we're only halfway there and that there'll be someone or something that's gonna want to get in our way, I don't want that chance taken from us, I'm sorry." He said looking down and saw Salem brushing against his boot.

"Sigh, I'm sorry too Lincoln and you're right, we should be careful so nothing may jeopardize our only way back home." Lucy said brushing and parting her hair showing her whole face briefly.

'God you're beautiful Lucy' She blushes slightly as he makes his way to her and envelops her in a tight hug, she blushes an even deeper red as she wraps her arms around him.

'Sigh, I can't seem to stay mad at you Lincoln, those invisible threads that bind us compel us to argue as much as we love one another but we get past it, we always do.'

They break the hug as Lincoln goes back for his stuff and notice the sunset has fallen into night. After a brief discussion they agree to set up in the least ruined building and camp for the evening, a few floors up in a random housing unit after inspecting the entire building found it clear and 'safe', they picked a nice and empty room with a window that's relatively clean and set up.

Two sets of sleeping bags and a plastic lantern, Lincoln volunteers for the first shift and keeps an eye out as Lucy begins changing out of her torn dress.

"What happened there Luce, I thought your force fields didn't even let dirt touch you?" Lincoln asked

"The yellow one caught me off guard" She grumbled, 'I wish Leni were around, she wouldn't let a minor inconvenience keep her from wearing what she likes but alas I was not blessed with the skills to weave or sew fabric like her.'

"I see, maybe we can get someone to take a look at it when we reach town, I know how hard it is to find something you like."

"Thank you Lincoln, I'll be sure to look around when we get there." She says as she rummages through Lincoln's backpack for spare clothes, 'Not the best time to travel light and the worst time to outgrow all your old garments, Sigh.'

She pulls out a feminine pair of blue jeans and a long sleeved black shirt, Salem stretches herself out on Lucy's sleeping bag then lies down.

'This'll do for now, I hate squeezing into pants, they're so constricting' She thinks as she removes her dress.

Lincoln briefly looks back only for his attention to be caught on Lucy's semi-nude form, 'She's right, she is growing out of her bra and they're white today', then his eyes went lower, 'They both are', her underwear really shows off her curves and seeing her struggling to get her rear into her jeans have indefinitely caught Lincoln's gaze.

Lucy had been wrestling to get her big, round butt in those jeans and momentarily stopped as she felt Lincoln eyes on her, 'I know you're staring Lincoln, that's good, maybe I can have fun with this.' She thought to herself as she thinks of the perfect way to tortu-err tease Lincoln, by putting on a show.

Lucy had begun moaning softly to herself as she starts to wiggle and gyrate her hips in a circular motion as Lincoln's eyes widen. Lucy then starts to raise and lower her hips rapidly and finally she gets on her knees, leans forward and yanks her pants over her ass in three powerful strokes moaning for each of them.

'Dammit, she knows what she's doing to me, settle down boy, this isn't the time.' He says looking to the bulge on his pants and turns back to the window just to miss Lucy look back at him.

'I hope you enjoyed the show Lincoln, I want you to think long and hard about it and maybe if you ask nicely I might be willing to give you an even longer one.' Her thoughts and blush betrays her expressionless face.

Some time has passed as Lincoln sees Lucy's chest rise and fall in a pattern that told him she was asleep. He turns to the audience, something he's been known to do before.

"Oh hey, guess it's been a while since we've spoken and I bet you're wondering what's going on and what happened since the last time you saw me. Well it's kind of a long story that starts with a family meeting, lets recap."

END

[AN: Maybe it's because of my weeb-vision that I've developed watching anime over the years but I can't help but see everything I write or read on fanfiction in anime form, when I picture 'my' Lincoln, he looks and is built like Terra-Xehanort with hair like near from Death Note and when I see 'my' Lucy I see a raven-haired Saeko Busujima from Highschool of the Dead, currently I'm wondering if it would be better or dumber to include that, eh]