All in the Life of a Loud

Author's Notes:

Nazi!Lisa is all Flagg1991's creation (In Not So Beautiful Corruption). I'm merely borrowing her for my own sick pleasure. Haha!

These oneshots are designed to be sequels of sorts to Flagg's The Loud House Catch-All Drawer (Chapter 19), which in turn are sort of sequels to my previous chapter. Really, they can all be read separately as standalone stories, but why not head over to Flagg's and read what Lisa did there first? Trust me, it's more enjoyable getting the whole demented picture!

Reader be advised: Nazi!Lisa ahead... need I say more?

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)

Nazi Lisa: Part 3

Leni bobbed her head side to side as she took the stairs, one step at a time, to the basement. At the bottom, she tilted her head to the side.

Lisa was standing beside the boiler, wearing a gas mask and an atrocious affront to modern fashion (a yucky grey uniform), her tiny hands turning a valve.

Leni caught sight of a yellow-green gas moving through a clear pipe attached to the top of the boiler. She scratched her chin.

"Uh, Lisa?"

Lisa hummed thoughtfully as fists suddenly began pounding on the metal cage.

"Yeah, Leni?"

"Are you giving Lori a bath?"

Lisa glanced down to her notepad when the distressed beating began to slow.

"Yes."

She turned toward Leni with a smile.

"Yes, I am."

Leni beamed.

"Can I have a bath next!?"

Lisa shook her head.

"Not yet. First, I have a special project just for you."

The two girls walked over to a wooden chair, an unconscious Lincoln strapped to it.

Leni gushed at his cuteness, "Aww~"

Lisa stood beside him.

"Lori didn't cooperate with this experiment, and thus needed a bath."

Leni nodded her head, her gentle eyes taking in every inch of naked eleven-year-old boy.

"So, I'm giving you a chance to take her place."

Lisa suddenly stepped toward her, taking her dress within her hands.

"Please, Leni! Lori wouldn't do it and your other sisters are either unpure or under age. You're the only one left who can birth the one true nation!"

Leni giggled, poking Lisa's nose.

"Silly Lisa, only mommies can give birth!"

Lisa ran a hand down her face.

"Just have sex with Lincoln, please!"

Leni tilted her head cutely.

"What's sex?"

Lisa growled.

"Just take off your panties and sit on Lincoln!"

Leni obeyed to the letter, sitting on her brother's lap and giggling.

"NO! He has to go inside your body!"

Leni tilted her head to the side and squinted her eyes at Lisa's furious face.

"Lincoln's too big to fit inside me body, Lisa. Geez, I thought you were the smart one!"

Lisa gnashed her teeth as Leni's giggled filled the air. She took a deep breath.

"Leni... you know how Lincoln has that thing between his legs?"

Leni bent down and looked at the twitching erection resting right against her lower lips, pressing against her.

"Mmhmm, it feels really warm~"

"Well, that has to go inside... your tummy."

Leni lifted her dress and looked at her belly button in confusion.

"But how is that gonna fit inside this?"

Lisa smacked her face with a gloved hand.

"Isn't this closed?"

She drug her nails down her cheeks.

"...unless it can be opened up for that to get inside, but then..."

Lisa through her head back and prayed for Hitler's guidance.

"...if this opens... WILL MY INSIDES FALL OUT!?"

Lisa went to the nearest brick wall and pounded her head against the rough coarseness.

Leni giggled again, the sound grating on Lisa's nerves.

"Why are you doing that? It looks so funny!"

Lisa snarled before beating her head one final time, falling backward into unconsciousness.

Nazi Lisa: Part 4

Lynn woke up to a searing pain in her neck. The first thing she saw was Lisa standing on a wooden platform in some stupid video game army outfit. Lincoln prancing around in a silly getup was one thing, but Lisa? Was it contagious or something?

"Beginning experiment #10. Subject is conscious and stabilized, for now."

Lynn cocked her head in confusion.

"Uh, what's going on?"

That's when she noticed she was strapped to a wooden chair in the basement.

"HEY! Let me go!"

"Subject #12-6, you should feel honored."

Lynn snorted.

"Well, you should feel lucky I can't get loose and rearrange your ugly face, yet."

Lisa's thin lips tilted on one side.

"Indeed."

She clasped her leather-gloved hands behind her grey service jacket and stepped off the platform.

"Anyway, you will be participating in an experiment on traumatic head injuries."

Lynn watched Lisa step off to some crazy contraption of gears and pulleys and strings. Her eyes followed their path to a place above her head...

...where a small hammer was poised to crush her skull!

"LISA! ARE YOU CRAZY!?"

The four-year-old girl stepped over to a bright red buttom and smiled.

"Well, one could argue I'm a bit crazy... crazy in love."

She pressed the button.

Lynn screamed when the slab of curved metal struck her forehead... but instead of her brain exploding everywhere, she could only feel a sharp, stinging pain that ran through her nerves down her back and through her limbs...

The hammer slowly recoiled to its starting point before falling again.

"AHH!"

Lynn had tears falling out of her eyes like waterfalls as she begged Lisa to stop hurting her.

Lisa merely looked on as the hammer struck again, again, again, again...

Soon, Lynn began mumbling gibberish, her mind crumbling into insanity.

Within an hour, Lisa heard a disturbing crack after one strike of metal against skull and she knew her time was up.

With a pitiful frown, Lisa hit the button again and released her sister.

She led the muttering girl, blood running down her face and neck, over to the boiler.

"Let's give you a bath."