With Teeth chapter 1

Note: This is Just a REPOST because the original author has removed this from fanfiction.net without warning. This is still a WIP, with 13 chapters and close to the climax too, when the removal happened. Had it pasted here for archiving purposes. Do enjoy:

Edit: Author found my post in the booru and has thankfully posted the last chapter in his fanfiction page, just the last one since i have the rest posted here. Link to the final chapter is on chapter 13.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Author's note: All original content belongs to the rightful owners. I claim ownership of no characters or original content. That said this is an edited version of this document as technology hates me. But I digress. This is the first chapter in a series I intend to write and post here. So, without further ado here's the first chapter of With Teeth, titled likewise.

Chapter 1: With Teeth
------Midsummer. The local suburban neighborhood pool, the sun smiling greater than any other season, and the playful, loud children going amongst the pavement and asphalt that made up Royal Woods, Michigan. And by the unanimous neighborhood opinion, none were as rambunctious and noisy as those oh-so-many daugthers and that oh-so-lonely son. With the size of his family he wasn't lonely by any physical presence standard. How could he be with ten sisters (yes ten, you read right) along with his parents and four pets? No, no one could be lonely at 1216 Franklin Ave. or more commonly known as the Loud residence. But, if he thought on it just a bit much, he'd see just how different he really was, all with his white hair and buckteeth. Yet he rarely had time to think much on anything that only involved him, let alone his appearance. Yes, though he was the only albino in the hair department in his family, two of his sisters shared his overbite, and two more shared with him the freckles suit of genetic real estate. Why he had so little time to think why he was lonely was also why he was not. Upon any hour or the other in his free-time he would be summoned to enact for his sisters with ready and without pause, even if the very core of the earth were needed even by the smallest kin. If only his sisters viewed his small sacrifices for them in such a mystically galant way. Time proves to repeat itself to many people, and the boy has learned an annoying habit of his sisters. Unify, blame, conquer, and ease. Whenever something big enough to suck in all of the Loud siblings happened (usually not so much "big" as in important because their squabbles were merely squabbles) his sisters would unify together, blame him, conquer him, and then ease into enslaving him, for a brief moment of course. Yet, even though they proved as repetitious as time they always made up and in moments darker than petty arguments the eleven children would band together. It wasn't all good, but it wasn't all bad. Such was the mindset of Lincoln Loud, the boy with white hair, an overbite, and bad-at-planning parents.

Due to the season, nights were warmer than before, sometimes almost humid. This wasn't one of those nights, though. For summer it was irregularly colder than usual. Not winter or autumn cold but below 70° cold, which for summer, was too frosty for the likes of a normally loud family. Some of their neighbors theorized that the home became so chaotic some of the household members were taken in the dark of the night. Others reasoned that they were just on vacation. The latter wasn't too off, however. In truth the parents and four of the daughters had left for some time to see the graduation of a close nephew of the fathers, known by name as Lynn Sr. With him was his wife, Rita Loud, and with ages decreasing respectively, Lori, Lucy, Lana, Lola, and Lily. They'd been allowed six seats for the ceremony and back at home the siblings hand drew paper slips who was going and who wasn't. Lily was an exception to the seat limitation for she was but an infant. Luna Loud, the third oldest, was the only exemption from this paper slip picking. She had made a deal with the children's parents, that as they were out of town with the family van (yes, other people than sex offenders use these, surprising, I know) the kids would need a vehicle to use for reasons she described as "emergency and or sudden requirement needs". However she, nor her older sister staying at the home had a license. When Lynn Sr. and Rita questioned her ability to make cohesive reasoning she pulled out the real reason she'd suggested the car. Sam, a friend of Luna's, surprisingly had a car and license already. It was well-known the relationship between the two ladies and the parents, though tentative in the decision, recalled their own flare during young years. After setting guidelines for how Luna and her sisters and brother were to request the vehicle, and blocking off a good length of the trail of gunpowder that was Luna's potential lust, they conformed to allow Sam as a guest. However, with the ensuing pleasure came a reminder of her responsibility. Leni Loud, older than Luna and younger than Lori, had an aura of sluggishness around her mind, clouding it to be slow at times. As such when Lori and the parents were away Luna had to step up to that podium of family control. Because if that podium had no executive then in a family as big as this one, it would be wise to expect the unexpected.

7:30. It was the time they left and it was the time now, Luna observed from her bedroom clock. Already twelve hours, it'd been since she bade goodbye to about half her family. Luan, her next younger sister, and roommate, was in the one shared bathroom of the upstairs (talk about inconveniences). There was a second bathroom, but her 'rents have been hoggin' it since the house was deemed complete in construction. Like most of the rock and punk types of the world, she had a so-so relationship with her parents. Rebellious as she was it did get her in trouble some times. Though, luckily none of those times were either her father or mother there to see how they had severely messed up somewhere down the line in raising their moon-named daughter. But that didn't matter now. Not in this moment. Not with Sam in her arms and she in hers. It was nice. For the time they could be together that is. Luna stirred from her checking off the list of things to do around and about the house. It was getting to dinner time, and without any actual cook on the premises the Loud family knew of only one solution. Fermented dairy covering a sauce of tomato and some spices, baked upon a crusty bread in a circular shape, sometimes with thinly sliced smaller circles of a special, somewhat spicy yet still savory, meat content. She'd been waiting on the pizza guy for half an hour now.

Sitting up, she excited her partner in both love and band-work. Weeks now they'd been going out, ever since that one episode of love letter frenzy she and her siblings had. Thinking back she saw how really she was lucky to get a little lovin' out of the whole thing, as usually not everyone would accept someone of her preference.

Remembering to check up on her exotically intelligent four-year-old sister genius, Luna draped her legs over the top bunk of the dual, stacked beds. Jumping down she had a hard impact on the carpet. She'd expected to land on her feet and stretch out before checking up on everyone. But, apparently her body was so comfortable she didn't even have time to get her bearings straight (or anything else) before her limbs gave up on a working life immediately at the thought of moving. This earned a giggle from Sam.

"You alright down there?" Said Sam after a drawn pause. Almost as if in a jump Luna sprung to her feet with a dirty look at the ready. Sam was a bit taken aback by this look, but her twinge of worry dissolved when she saw that cocky and rebellious, yet understanding grin of her favorite Loud kid.

"Yeah, come on down, luv, water's great." She mock retorted in her standard British accent impersonation. Changing back to the usual she spoke then in a more serious air. "Actually we should probably leave, 'cuz my sis has been in the shower ever since we order the grub. She could get out at any time now."

"What, you afraid I'll get eyes for her too?" Sam joked as she crossed her legs as to look defiant to her partner's suggestion.

"Oh please, you give me a single look and I own your angel eyes." She remarked, hands on hips, stoic to believing in her beauty.

"Hmm, I don't know. Could be, I dunno, interesting doing a bit of poly." That statement gave Sam the stink-eye.

"No, that is a bit... much." Luna said, pausing to find an explanation to her feelings that wouldn't compromise their relationship possibly.

"Says the bi-sexual." Sam said narrowing her eyes. Abruptly their playful bout went out before it started. The door to Luna and Luan's room opened from the touch of the room's completion to it's name. In the doorway, Luan had her hair matted to her face and shoulders with water, and had on not only a bath-towel, but a chipper smile.

"Hey, Luna, is the pizza here yet?" She asked out of nowhere. Sam cocked her head somewhat at the sky-fallen question, but Luna internal groaned, knowing that her roommate knew the answer to that. The real question was what her comic of a sister would pull out of Mr. Coconut's control-hole as a joke.

"No, it isn't." Luna said concisely. Within the second Luan had already correlated her inner rhyming dictionary to fit a joke into the situation.

"Man, I'd really think you guys would have by now, since you tend to have the munchies." Luan quipped without shame. Luna's partner looked confused at first then blushed with realization when it clicked. Luna herself gave somewhere between a sigh worthy of her goth sister and a groan worthy of an old tree in heavy wind.

"C'mon, Sam, let's leave the neighborhood comedian to her "mature" self." Luna said with a beckon of the arm. Sam slicked from the top bunk and shuffled behind Luna.

In the hall, which in the morning was brimming with the Loud kids like a water-spring, it was now empty. Leni was in her room designing cloth articles and the like. Lynn was in her room which had audible proof as a light thud came from her and Lucy's room in a slow rhythm, most likely from a tennis or baseball being tossed at the ceiling or wall for boredom's sake. Lola and Lana's room was empty as they were with their parents, as was Lincoln's, though he was downstairs, playing some video-game. Luna could hear from the faint bleeping and blooping and that the lights were on downstairs, meaning someone was down there. Ah, Lisa. Luna almost forgot about checking on her to make sure she didn't science up some contraption that would send the little genius flying in an explosion into some wall, though strangely cartoonish-like, there was minimal damage to her body every time it happened.

"You can go on down, I gots to check on the little Einstein." Luna said as they made their way through the hallway, which was littered here and there with sports equipment near the stairwell. Luna reckoned if someone were oblivious enough (namely Leni) it would be a health hazard. Being with her long enough, Sam understood who Luna was referencing. "Money should be on the counter." Luna said audible enough for Sam, who was half-way down the stairs, to hear.

Warning and danger posters covered the residence of Royal Woods' four-eyed wonder. And there were plenty people who on all that brainiac power in a child that small had to wonder. Being in a situation like this before Luna recalled the pros and cons of the ways of getting the genius' attention. Each eliminated a potential danger but made those enacting liable to one or more occurrences. Why was it so hard to disturb a scientist? Gambling on one way of getting Lisa to talk to you without being harmed in the process, the rocker knocked.

"Identify." Came a commandment from inside the room.

"Luna, the one in charge." She answered, hoping her emphasize on her role would stop her younger sister from completing any project that might completely tear down the house or condemn it.

"Enter. I am not concurrently evolving or progressing any projshect of mine of whishch you idealishe as shcheming." Lisa said from inside.

"Yeah, right." Luna mumbled to herself as she creaked the door open to see her sister. Sitting at a desk in a chair clearly not her size, Lisa seemed to be working on a highly advanced computer. Bars and coding covered the screen in colors of forest green and teal. Typing in something to the computer, then giving what Luna thought was a groan, Lisa turned away from it and took her glasses off to momentarily polish them. Standing in the crack of the door still Luna felt confused.

"Yes, I know it is my figurative coding to intertwine my research and exshperimentation with more exshploshive results, but I digress from the everyday loop now and again, moshtly when something else requires my immediate and full attention. Like software management."

"Uhh, come... again?" The rocker said slowly, unsure whether the scientist could give a simpler explanation or not. Sometimes she thought Lisa just spoke smartly to purposefully throw people off. Probably because of her age.

"The program I have inshtalled to watch over our use of Internet automatically is down, I am trying to fix it before... undesirable dishcoveries of others is afoot."

"Wait, wait, wait. Ohh, it was your... Ohhhh." Luna said as this revelation of a hidden online oversee solved a quandary for her a while back. Coming off the realization she looked at Lisa.

"Quite the reason I did so..." She put simply, in her dull gaze of pity and slight contempt. The rocker blushed fervently. Trying to find new ground as the dirt she was standing on had sunk to become her grave, Luna wanted to put the spotlight off her.

"Wait, you mean anyone can get on anywhere right now?" She asked, mostly to dodge a bullet. But even so, that thought worried her a bit.

"Well, it hashn't just been today, I believe it goes back two or three daysh ago. I musht say though now, I am not liable to anyone elshe's use of our online access, just because my program isn't working for whatever reashon." Lisa said in almost an eager voice, though still with some monotone. Not that Luna would blame her, she'd already done enough to keep this family's mind on the straight and narrow.

"Well..." An awkwardness worming into the conversation made her pause. "Hopefully no one's... seen anything they shouldn't. Just... fix your program thing and don't go too kamikaze with your jazz science, 'K lil' dudette? Oh and the food's gonna be here soon." Luna said as Lisa nodded, before slipping out and heading downstairs.

Along the way down the stairs she cleared her mind from the evidence of possible inner I'll-doing in the house she grew up in. Knowing from personal experience how much trouble someone could get into if they ventured was a wince-worthy thought. After clearing her headspace she found Sam sitting with Lincoln playing the game with him. It put a warm smile on her face. At the very beginning when she would meet Sam at performances she decided to bring her brother along to test Sam's eyesight. A little sick, but she was there with him and could get the two of them out of a pinch, especially since chunk usually accompanied her to performances. Over time she learned Sam was not hot for a straight line and could then make her way subtly into her heart. When it came to making it official Luna found out Sam knew about what she'd been doing. From the context Sam was a bit taken aback from how a girl could use her pre-pubescent brother like that, but got over it. Now they were somewhere, with something beautiful, waiting to enlarge that. But, a byproduct of Luna's doing ended up giving Lincoln and Sam a close bond. Not as close as theirs. Rather, one like she shared with him. A sister to a brother.

The sound of someone being shocked interrupted everyone's train of thought. Knowing it only meant one thing because of one clown-worshiper, the rocker went to the kitchen for the money and then to the door and found the pizza guy just coming off a shock, looking stupid. In a higher-than-normal pitch voice he greeted her and stated his business. Exchanging the dough for the dough. Shutting the door with her backside she went into the dining room to set down dinner. That's when she heard it.

"Get away from me!" Came the voice of Sam almost shouting and sounding exasperated. Rushing to the living room Luna found Sam standing up, limbs tense. Lincoln, however, was on the floor curled in a way, covering in between his legs.

"Dude, Sam, what happened?" Luna sputtered out quicker than the progression of notes in her fastest riff.

"Your creep of a brother tried to touch me!" Sam spat, fuming, ready to literally spit on the downed boy any moment.

"Lincoln?" Luna questioned, more to herself than to anybody else. The two had been spending time together more often now. Not as often as she had with Sam, but still... But, Lincoln wasn't that type of guy, she thought. Even still, Sam didn't look or sound like she was acting. But what could've... No, no no no no... But it made sense.

"I... I just..." He sputtered out. Luna had seen that kind of face before. The guilt-ridden kind. Maybe she had done wrong trying to get Lincoln as a test-dummy... No, how could she be wrong? How could Sam be wrong, being so flustered like that? Luna had been known to be kind of a mellow person. Even her siblings liked it when she was in charge of the house, and she still kept it together pretty well. But seeing Lincoln like that... Wait... Was he looking at Sam's... What the-

"You little piece of shit." Luna said infuriated as she stepped over to him. Sam was hers. She had spent weeks testing the waters with her. Taken her on so many kind-of-dates and real dates. They even worked together! And now her token little brother comes along with his puberty, pervert controlled mind to split apart everything. It wasn't even the first time he'd screwed up. She thought he'd learn and she was always the first one to forgive him. But every he just turns out selfish again! Not after this he won't!

Thwip

Before she thought to think Luna reeled her foot back and...

Kack

"Ahh!" Lincoln yelped in pain as the front of Luna's boot kicked his overbite upwards. All Luna could think was that his buckteeth looked stupid anyways. Shaking in fear of the two teen lovers standing above him, Lincoln patted around the carpet with his hands in anxiety, not conscious of doing it.

"To your room!" Luna almost shouted at him, surprising him, causing him to cringe at her glare. He lay still curling even more. Then Luna really did shout. It was the same command but the volume had increased probably tenfold. Picking himself up in a shattered shaking heap, he dashed between the two and into his room. Lincoln was out of the room. Sam breathed in heavily. Now normally thoughtful Luna felt a little too thought-full. Had she done too much? She mumbled the question to Sam out of the instinct of her trust. Trust...

"Don't you think molesting is too much?" Sam asked, still with a tone so toxic it could corrode metal.

"...Wait... Did he actually..." Luna stuttered aloud a question she attempted to ask. One half was regretful of what ha dust transpired. Even as she did it there was that voice saying not to. Saying Lincoln was a smart kid, that he wouldn't do this. But another one said Lincoln was a smart kid... just in the wrong ways... Luna turned to Sam for an answer. She needed confirmation. She needed authorization. She had a complication. And she must just need compensation... Her lover just stared at her, as if she were daft, mouth agape. Luna looked back, somewhat resentful. "You need to understand... He's my... Bloody hell!" She said as she held her wrists to her eyes as if that would dilute them of seeing what she'd done.

"I'm pretty damn sure I know when someone is touching me, especially when I don't like the way they're doing it." Sam said now a little farther down from her high of anxiousness and tensity. "Look, I can see what... I see what you mean. But I know that that little..." Sam tried holding back her contempt. "You gotta know what it's like, I mean..."

"Yes, I know, what it's like!" Luna said beginning to hyperventilate. Seeing her like this, Sam wrapped her arms around her.

"Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. It's not like you murdered him." Luna was starting to tear up.

"What if he doesn't love me anymore though?" She said beginning to weep in a strained voice, afraid of what her little bro was becoming. What she might be becoming. Then she remembered why he was like that... Yes... He chose this path. He gets to walk in the thorns of his choosing. Luna, she was just making sure he didn't drag Sam down with him. He was tainted, certainly. And though afraid of that, it was something she accepted, it made sense...

The two lovers decided to leave the house, even if it was nighttime. They took Sam's car and drove off. Hope that they could scrap all that they could buried in their minds and in the smell of the seats of the car, and on the dashboard, on everywhere she looked. She needed to clear her mind, quickly.

He woke up to his hair sticking to his face. "Probably from the tears..." He said to himself. Streams of the premature morning lazily floated as ghost lines into his bedroom. It wasn't a red morning. There was no mango hue to the sun yet. There was simply blue. No burning desire to do anything in Michigan. Peeling the layers back he remembered last night. The shouting. The pain. His buckteeth which seemed a little loose now. There wasn't reason for what happened, he thought. Even still it scraped. The already rusted memory, more like a day-mare and nightmare, of what his older sister had called him. Was it his two teeth or the feeling of a fading relationship with Luna that stung him into wincing? He should've explained himself. But he became too scared. It was like being pranked by Ronnie Anne again. Humiliation. Helplessness. And the heaviness. Maybe if he felt this way long enough he 'd be able to lift like Lynn does...

It was dark in his room. Probably because it was only around 5:00. Thinking to himself of what to do with this situation, he pressed his tongue on his overbite. Giving a small yelp, he covered his mouth, which was contact to his hurting teeth. Next he gritted his teeth from the pain, trying to scream out. That only pressured every last tooth. Shutting his eyes tightly, Lincoln thought about how great this summer had been. Luna had taken him to all those performances which she rocked at, something Luan said when she accompanied him and their older sister. Luna had introduced him to Sam, which after a few weeks he learned of their relationship and how he comforted Luna and trying to remain open-minded, even when she basically soaked his shirt from the joy of his words. Sam had quickly become like another sibling to him, just an off-hand one. Honestly he enjoyed her company...

...

It still hurt.

Nursing his two extra-frontal teeth by putting his mind somewhere else, he wanted to see if they were cracked at all. Last night the emotional pain was more unbearable than the physical. It always was. Into the darkness of a hall with no windows and who knows what lurking beneath imagination's good side he stepped once. No one awake. It felt slow. Maybe it was his mouth that felt sore in the gums of his overbite. Perhaps it had an adverse effect on the brain too. He'd have to ask Lisa about that when he got the chance. As the dark pulsated away from his body he couldn't help but feel like he remembered this one line of lyric...

"Wanted to go back to how it was before..."

There was another part to it, he knew. He just couldn't remember. Wading through the depths of early morning would normally be a nice, relaxing thing for anyone. But his jaw was sore in many places. And a lingering something was there. Like he heard this voice say something in his mind. Was he going crazy? No, because he heard from his scientist sister how memories of something old and forgotten but relevant to what was happening now could appear as spirit-like memos played in the brain. The more he walked the more like a slug he felt. There was something else he couldn't remember... Something about the floor...

It still hurt. He groaned at the soreness. Then he heard it, but more clearly now...

"Thought he lost everything..."

He felt something under his foot. Something round. He began to trip and make audible his distress. Why didn't Lynn ever clean up after herself? This happened sometimes, and not just to him. But he expected to land on his behind on the hall floor. The rubber object seemed to object to that. As he fell he could hear the final part...

"Then he lost a whole lot more..."

Like a giant snowball down a wintry mountain he tumbled until he could not. Now he remember the entire track. He heard it from Lucy when spending time with her in the vents. She had pink headphones of a pony princess and shared one of the buds with him. There was emptiness in the track, just the sounds of things knocking on other things. Now, going down, Lincoln could remember why the song resonated with his head. That was the same day he took the blame for Lucy when the toilet was clogged with the ultra-girly magazine. He had been grounded and as such decided to spend the rest of the day with Lucy in the vents. Even today he questions whether or not it was worth it...

When he landed he felt two things. One, the absence of his two sore teeth. And two, the feeling of hot liquid flowing from the top of his mouth where his teeth should be. Then, even as it was dark, he could the sparkle white. He saw them, his two buck teeth in a small puddle of blood on the cold, morning staircase, which felt a bit colder now.

Yes, I did.

As for those who read the immature version of this, I am very sorry for my incompetence in publishing here, I have little experience. But I ask time to grow and learn.

More chapters coming so stay tuned, if that feels you.

And yes, I was inspired by baryl.------

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