The loud have the worst week ever. Bills are unpaid, losing money, Lisa's experiment keeps backfiring, Lola losing beauty pageants, Leni clothes getting ruined, Lynn losing games and getting beat up for it, Lori's phone stops working and she keeps getting her leg breaking.  It feels like their luck kept getting worse and worse. And it's bad enough that they don't have their good luck charm not after the last time.

Flashback

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MINDS." Lincoln shouted. His family wanted to go to the beach and wanted Lincoln to come with the suit. The only problem is. "IT A 190 DEGREES OUTSIDE AND YOU AND ME TO WHERE THE FUCKING SQUIRREL SUIT. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA ON HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILLED YOUR ONLY FUCKING SON."

"Lincoln, you will put on that suit or else." Lynn sr said. But got hit in the face with it

"Fuck the suit, Fuck the good luck and Fuck this family

End of Flashback

After that Lynn jr attacked Lincoln putting him in the hospital. Albert heard what happened and he was livid. He screamed at the family then demanded custody of Lincoln. Rita and Lynn did it with no hesitated. Hoping to get rid of the bad luck but only to get something worse. Lincoln has put a curse on them, borrowed from Lucy spell book. 

"They wanna see bad luck, I'll give some fucking bad luck." Lincoln said.

Timeskip

Lynn lost another game, it the sixth time in a row. She was moping around, she saw a familiar face. "Lincoln? What are you doing bad luck?" She sneered.

"Really, after all these years you still call me that." 

"Because it's your fault we have it. Ever since I lost the game." She snarled.

"The game that you brought me to." He spat. "I never wanted to go to the game. ALL I WANTED WAS TIME FOR MYSELF. WHY THE HELL DID YOU THINK I FAKE THAT BAD LUCK SHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE."

"what you fake it." She said shocked.

"Yes, Lynn, I fake it which is what I've been telling you're dumbass from the past years."

"Why?"

"Everyday every fucking day, you and everyone keep asking to do things. Not once can I have time for myself. Before you say shit you hold a fucking baseball bat to my face. Maybe this whole thing started because you're a sore ass loser." Lincoln said. Lynn got angry and tried to punch him but tripped and hit her face on the bench. "Just so you know, you guys are cursed. Turns out Lucy spellbook really does work if you know how to use it."

"How could you?" She said, holding her nose.

"BECAUSE ALL THE BULLSHIT YOU GUYS PUT ME THREW. PUTTING THE BLAME ON ME, LOCKING OUT OF THE HOUSE, SELLING MY SHIT, MAKING ME WERE THAT FUCKING SUIT EVERYWHERE WE GO. GOD, YOU LUCKY I CURSE YOU INSTEAD TAKING A SHOTGUN KILL EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS. For fuck sake Lynn you lost and instead taking it like a woman. You bitch and moan then blame me. Lynn, do you not realize you do the same plan in every game. Did you not think of the fact now they can counter it. And don't get me started on the luck tradition. Lynn, do you realize you have killed the team?"

"What?"

"Lynn, having a big meal then have them hold their shit until the game is over. Lynn, that is not how the body works. Espeacially after a huge fucking meal like Teenage girl can die of a heart attack from not taking a shit eight weeks."

"But it wasn't eight weeks tho."

"You sure, Lynn, how long will it take to get to the game?"

"Just about....eight weeks. Oh shit." Lynn said in realization.

"Yeah, how you are not kicked out of the team is beyond me. Yeah you were close to manslaughter the entire team. I would say it's nice seeing you but I'll be lying. You guys were nothing but hell for me. I'm glad Pop pops got me out of there. You wanted bad luck, well here you go enjoy you sport obsessive bitch." Then he left. 

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