Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Huge Junior	By : Obstinatural Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the properties discussed in this fictional story, they are all owned by the creators of the Loud house. This is written for entertainment purposes only and any actions done by the characters are NOT condoned by the author.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Two children rooted around the front porch of 1216 Franklin Avenue.
The sound of shrill and shaky screams could be heard through the cheap particle board of the now faded red door. Initially, Lupa and Hugh were beside themselves in curiosity, giggling to each other in anticipation to see what exactly Lulu was putting Loan through.
But to their dismay the front door was locked.
“I suppose I should give her points for safety,” Hugh remarked as he checked under the cerulean seat cushion that sat underneath the living room window for a spare key, “Cousin Loan was always a bit of a scatterbrain, her possessing the foresight to lock the door shows that she has matured quite a bit. Royal Woods is a very safe town, but when taking care of a baby you should exercise a bit more caution.”
“Whatever,” Lupa spat through gritted teeth as she tried to force the knob to turn, “that nerd probably just locked it so she could finger herself to yaoi ASMR videos of boys spitting on her or something…”
Hugh nodded to himself as he moved to a seafoam tile that sat in the middle of the garden plot and flipped it over with two hands, “Still, even if that is the case, I must give credit where credit is due.”
“Uh-huh.” Lupa rolled her eyes and started driving her shoulder into the door, the weak thuds bouncing effortlessly against the cheap wood.
“Any luck with finding a spare fucking key?” Lupa screamed as she aimed a kick above the deadlock, only for her to almost trip.
“Negative.” Hugh brushed off dirt from his hands onto his pant legs and walked over to the almost century old van in the driveway, “There might be a spare in the passenger-side vanity mirror… Hold on a bit…”
Lupa pinched the bridge of her nose as the sound of glass shattering rang out in the house.
“Let’s just fucking do this then…” Lupa sighed as she withdrew the death ray and pointed it at the doorknob.
Hugh spun around on one foot as he heard the sound of the Atom Exciter start up.
“Ah!” He smiled at Lupa’s ingenuity and quickly rooted around his bag to withdraw a roll of aluminum foil, “Splendid idea! Let me just secure the wood of the doo-“
A satisfying “PEW!” Rang out from the porch and Hugh hurried to the door after shrugging his shoulders.
Lupa looked at the smoking crater she left in the door with a smile.
She kicked open the door and that smile grew as she noticed the hole she left in the carpet of the living room.
“Burnt carpet…” she let out a blissful sigh as she inhaled the carcinogens, “I’ll take that over how it usually smells in this fucking cesspool: catpiss, Dad’s cheap cologne, and Loan…”
Hugh adjusted his glasses as he peered into the basement, “Quite… I suppose if I am going to work on an air freshener I can use the living room as my initial testing area…”
“H-help…” came a meek voice from upstairs.
Lupa clicked her tongue and started up the stairs, “Shit… did she already pass out? I didn’t even get to see her freak out!”
Hugh hurried after her after wedging one of his Fathers dress shoes underneath the door to keep it shut, “Well, we can review the security camera footage later. For now, let's ensure that both of them are safe.”
A nude woman laid in the middle of the hallway, spread eagle. Her hair still a bit damp from the shower. Her chest heaved up and down in exhaustion and she closed her eyes tight in pain. Above her was an open hatch that led into the attic of the house, the ladder swinging limply in the air.
“Holy shit.” Lupa snickered as she elbowed Hugh, “Dumb bitch is so out of shape that she can’t even climb a goddamn ladder!”
“L-Lupa? I-is that you?” Loan blinked her eyes open, “Can you help me get Lulu? Sh-she’s up in the attic and I don’t want her getting hurt.”
“Why is she naked?” Hugh pondered before turning to Lupa, “It seems as though Lulu attempted to catch Cousin Loan off guard, when she was disrobed. Perhaps the idea of Loan undergoing self-grooming was such a odd occurrence to her that she had to invest-“
“Eeeek!” Loan went forward and quickly covered her naughty bits, “Hughy?! Don’t look!”
Hugh nodded and took off his eyeglasses.
“Understood,” He said to the blonde blob in front of him, “you can rest assured that I cannot see your naked body, Cousin Loan.”
Lupa cocked an eyebrow and lifted up her hands to Hugh, “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Hugh gave a sly smile.
“Knowing you, Lupa,” he giggled, “Most likely your middle digits!”
Lupa rolled her eyes and sighed in order to hide her blush, she quickly turned back to Loan, “Why the fuck are you naked? Chasing around a baby?”
Lupa slowly bent down on her knees and squinted her eyes at the blonde, “I know about you and that little nerd.” She spoke through gritted teeth, “If I find out that-“
Loan quickly held her hands up, “No! She just, like, appeared while I was taking a shower! I-I’m not a degenerate, Lupa…”
Lupa gave a tight smile, “Uh-huh… It’s just really bad optics. You could have at least put on a fucking towel.” She leaned in a bit and shot Loan a nasty look, “Why were you showering anyways? Is hell freezing over or something?”
Loan teared up and quickly fought through it, “I- I’m trying to change myself. For the better.”
Lupa let out a single wheezing laugh and Hugh raised his eyebrows.
“That’s wonderful to hear, Cousin Loan!” Hugh Jr. cheered to the wall, “I am cheering you on through your endeavors!”
“Oh my god,” Lupa’s voice dripped in disbelief, “are you being serious?”
“Y-yeah,” Loan gulped and looked at Hugh before whispering to Lupa, “It’s kinda personal, but it’s about me and BJ…”
Lupa turned to Hugh and slapped his butt, “Girl talk time, Hugh. Get your ass up that ladder and go check on Lulu.”
Hugh Jr. quickly positioned himself in front of the ladder facing himself away from the two ladies, “Consider it done.”
They watched as the 8 year old boy scampered up the ladder after readjusting his glasses onto his face.
Loan let her awkward smile turn genuine as she noticed Lupa tilt her head and smile as Hugh disappeared in the attic, “You like-like him don’t you?”
The white haired girl immediately snapped to Loan and squinted her eyes, “Yeah, I do. We’re dating now. You got something to say?”
“Y-yeah…” Loan broke eye contact and slowly got up from the floor, “I think it’s kinda cute…”
“Yeah, it is really cute,” spat out Lupa as she helped Loan up with a grunt, “unlike you and that fuckin’ 5 year old. You should really try dating around your own age.”
Loan did something she rarely ever does and stood up for herself, “L-like you literally have a place to talk! Hugh is, like, half your ag-“
“Maybe you should go back to school or some shit, because the last time I checked a 4 year age difference is way better than a 20-“
“It is ONLY a 14 year age difference!” Loan complained in a harsh whisper, “My mom was only almost 18 years old when she got together with dad! Plus, he’s turning 9 this year too so that would be only a-“
Lupa covered her ears and shut her eyes, “Please shut the fuck up. I absolutely hate thinking about how fucked up our family is…”
Loan frowned and slowly pet Lupa’s head and spoke slowly, “I-I know we’re a bit weird, but we are still family, Lupa. If you need someone to talk about it with someone I’ll always be around,” the blonde woman gave a self-deprecating chuckle, “I have a lot of free time…”
Lupa swatted her hand away and let out a sigh, “You know, next time you wanna get into big sister mode you should consider not having your tits all the way out. Not really a good role model or what-the-fuck-ever.”
Loan frowned and gave a quick nod, “Oh yeah, haha… I’ll go get changed.”
The woman motioned Lupa to follow her. This took Lupa aback a bit, usually she’d rather gouge her own brain out of her skull with a melon baller than spend any time whatsoever with Loan. Her eyes would glaze over after about ten minutes of Loan gushing about whatever dog-shit tier anime was in season or weird translation patch for one of her pathetic oh-toe-may dating sims.
But, there was something different about Loan. Her steps seemed almost confident and she wasn’t hunched over like some kind of cheesy-poof dusted gargoyle. Even her hair seemed different, instead of the ragged and untamed bird’s nest that crowned her greasy forehead was a neatly combed and tamed golden bob.
Curiosity got the better of Lupa and she followed behind Loan as she entered her room.

The attic of 1216 Franklin Avenue was a bit of a shared storage space for the family. Piles and piles of shoeboxes and now moth-eaten gowns accumulated in one corner of the room, the accumulated worth of said pile would probably be enough for Auntie Lola to buy a jet ski or a sensible commuter car. Aunt Luan decided the attic was the best place for her to keep her old clown college textbooks, selling those wouldn’t really net her a whole lot with how much of a racket academic textbooks are so Aunt Luan keeps them around for sentimental reasons. A pile of vintage sewing machines laid out on the floor, all of them the same model, Auntie Leni scours internet bidding websites in order to have replacement parts for her favorite machine. Even Hugh’s mother wasn’t above leaving around her assorted accoutrements in the attic, a number of discarded and decommissioned inventions sat silently in a corner.
Hugh Jr. tried to turn on the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, but after a couple of fruitless pulls on the dusty chain he ceased his futile efforts.
“Lulu,” Hugh asked as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, “are you here? How was spending time with Cousin Loan?”
A distant whirling was heard deeper in the attic as a response. Hugh clicked on the night vision capabilities on his glasses and started walking, idly scanning the room's contents with a smile on his face.
“I hope you didn’t tire her out, but we both know that she could use the exercise,” Hugh tilted his head at some movement in the corner and saw a line of his Dad’s blue suits hanging in an open armoire move as if disturbed by the wind, “Curious, we should probably get Auntie Lana to weatherproof the attic again. Very drafty.”
He ambled over to the armoire when he heard that same buzzing coming from one of the suit pockets. With careful hands he dislodged a odd plastic toy that vibrated in his hands.
“It looks like the arm of a cephalopod,” he turned over the purple device in his hands as it writhed in the air, “how fun! I could see why Cousin Loan would keep such a quaint toy. I too am fond of marine biology.”
He heard the slow rumbling of something creeping towards him in the darkness of the basement and looked down just in time to see a dislodged plastic baby doll head hit his shoe. The painted on eyeballs looked up at the ceiling. His eyebrows raised and he quickly looked up.
His voice was anxious, “I understand that Aunt Lucy collects dolls and they may seem to be nothing more than simple play-things to you, Lulu,” he quickly withdrew a pair of latex-free gloves from his bag and collected the plastic doll hand to inspect for any damages, “but Aunt Lucy’s collection is there for the sake of collecting, not for playing. Er…”
He idly scratched his head with the tentacle to try and find a way to explain it a bit better, “The dolls and other curios are more like pieces of art to be admired from afar.”
Hugh nodded at his own explanation and waited for a response.
The attic was dead silent.
“I am sorry if I upset you, Lulu.” Hugh pursed his lips as he scanned the dark attic, “I am not trying to boss you around or anything, just trying to aid your understanding of things. You are free to act as you wish so long as you don’t break anything.”
Behind the armoire a soft thud was heard and Hugh saw a small plastic headless baby doll sprawled out atop a pile of old Boyz Will Be Boyz fan club magazines. Hugh moved his jaw from the left and right in annoyance and carefully lodged in the doll’s head into its socket. He decided to prop the baby doll up, only to see that the doll’s eyes were now looking at him.
“That’s interesting.” He lied.
Hugh Jr. quickly turned away from the doll and switched on the thermal functionality of his glasses to find his sister, growing tired of their little game of hide and seek.
The attic was bathed in a sea of deep blues. Even his footprints, which should be a dull yellow, weren’t present. Odd currents of cold air blew in haphazardly from vectors of solid dark blue orbs that manifested themselves three-dimensionally from the thermal lidar functionality, all centered around Aunt Lucy’s chest in the center of the attic. He took a peek behind him and saw what looked like a half a dozen featureless person-shaped figures watching him.
“Ah, I see.” Hugh Jr. took off his glasses and held down the power button, “A hard reset is in order.”
The boy sighed as he threw his glasses back on and the thermal imaging feature was now acting perfectly, the lidar still needed some work so he decided to keep that one off during the boot sequence.
“Now,” he sighed, “where are you hiding Lulu?”
Now that he was no longer distracted by the faulty readouts of his glasses Hugh was quick to spot a frozen-turkey sized yellow and red blotch hiding underneath a quilt. His face broke out in a wide smile and he crept up sneakily to the figure while turning off his glasses.
With a flourish he whipped open the blanket and giggled, “I have found you, Lulu!”
As if on cue the lightbulb cut on with a jolt and revealed a tiny Lulu banging away at a powered off piano. In response to Hugh’s greeting she gave a tiny wave and went back to playing on the dusty keys.
“Ah, I see you have taken an interest in one of Aunt Luna’s synthesizers,” Hugh took a seat next to the baby and looked at the machine, “It needs to be connected to a power source. Would you like to bring it downstairs? I’m sure Aunt Luna wouldn’t mind so long as I send her a photo of you playing on it.”
Lulu blinked and turned towards Hugh.
“Trust me,” Hugh laughed, “Aunt Luna thinks you're absolutely adorable, I’m almost positive she’d let you use one of her vintage Mick Swagger tour shirts as a bib if you smiled at her.”
Lulu quickly crawled up on Hugh’s back and the two of them descended down the ladder, synthesizer and vibrator in tow.
“Cousin Loan and Lupa are currently having girl-talk,” Hugh whispered to his sister as they snuck into his Auntie Lily and mother’s old room after placing the dildo discreetly in front of Loan’s door, “let’s leave them to it. I’m sure Lupa will talk to you about it all in private later.”
Lulu idly chewed on strands of her brother’s hair in response. The two of them entered the dark room and switched on the lights.

Lupa sat down on the incredibly plush gaming chair that glowed in a rainbow of colors, she likened it to sitting on the throne for the most homosexual king in history. She spun in lazy circles as she inspected Loan’s room.
The most striking change since the last time she was in here was the smell. No hormone sweat or half-eaten rotting Frosty Farms frozen meals. Instead it kind of smelt like the candles that Auntie Lola had in her downstairs bathroom, as she spun around she noticed a lit candle on her gaming desk and nodded her head.
She figured that’s why it smelt like Auntie Lola’s guest bathroom.
It was halfway pleasant, licorice and cinnamon scented, but it reminded Lupa of that time she had to hang out with Leia and her weird entourage of closeted lesbians who didn’t know how to properly put on makeup during a slumber party her huge-tilted bitch of a mom forced her to go on.
“Private school kids are fuckin’ weird.” Lupa mumbled to herself.
“What brought that up?” Loan asked with a laugh behind a privacy screen in front of her closet that usually sat in front of the door as a second barrier of privacy from people who don’t knock before entering.
“The candle,” Lupa sighed and stopped spinning to blow it out, “reminds me of Leia. I’m worried that her going to Turtle Academy might make her even more fucked up in the head.”
Loan raised her eyebrows and slowly put down a small tub of lip gloss back into a dusty makeup box, “This is the first time I’ve ever heard you be worried about someone, Lupa… Not that I’m complaining or anything!”
“Don’t get used to it,” Lupa rolled her eyes, “are you done changing yet?”
“I’ve been done for a while, a-actually,” Loan peeked out from behind the privacy curtain.
“It’s been a while since I last wore this outfit, so I’m kinda shy right now… But!” Loan took a deep breath and stepped forward, “Here I go!”
Lupa raised her eyebrows and drew her head back. Loan was wearing a cardigan for some weird fucking reason and these little denim shorts that looked just as functional as they were cute. A deep V-neck exposed just enough of her tits to let you know that they weren’t hiding behind a padded bra, and not enough to make you think she had self-esteem and daddy issues. It set off the fight-or-flight instincts in Lupa’s brain and the tween immediately felt her body tense up, ready to go for Loan’s throat.
“Y-you look like a fucking prep!” Lupa barked, “Like one of the popular girls!”
Loan started to tear up, “R-really? You literally mean that?”
“Yes!” Lupa hissed, “Now hurry up and change into something else before I barf-“
Loan quickly took Lupa in for a hug as the tween kicked at Loan’s shins.
“That’s literally the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!” Loan squealed, “Th-thank you so much, Lupa!”
“PUT ME DOWN.” Lupa said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, haha,” Loan slowly lowered the scowling tween back onto the gaming chair and awkwardly sat back down on her bed, “sorry about that, I forgot how you were like with hugs…”
“Just fuckin’ give me a warning or something first,” Lupa sighed, she quickly caught herself and nonchalantly dug her hands into her coat and grumble, “so I can get my knife out and get a good stab into your kidneys…”
Loan let out an awkward giggled and snagged one of her body pillows to hug, “Lol, you’re such a tsundere…”
Lupa squinted her eyes, “Did you just say lol like it was an actual word?”
Loan’s cheeks flushed and she quickly changed the subject, “S-so you and Hugh, huh?”
Lupa sighed and kicked herself around in the chair to face Loan’s array of powered off monitors to change the subject, “Where did all your weird anime boobie statues go? You pawn them off to buy soiled pre-schooler chonies?”
Loan gasped in indignation, “S-stop making fun of me! You know the only 3D boy I care about is Bobby!”
“Yeah, like that’s any better…” Lupa placed her elbows on the table and massaged her temples, “I promised myself to never ask this fucking question, but… what the fuck is up with that? I mean, you look like a solid ten when you power wash the grime off of you. Why the hell would you go after a bed-wetting loser like Bobby?”
“Well, f-first of all, Bobby doesn’t wet the bed. U-unless if I ask him t-“
“Do not finish that sentence.”
“O-okay.” Loan gripped the pillow tightly, “I love Bobby. He’s so nice and patient with me. Th-things kinda got weird after we started dating… I- I probably should have listened to my mom…”
Lupa puffed up her cheeks and let out a low whistle, “Whoa, so Auntie Lori had beef with your relationship? Sounds kinda hypocritical considering tha-“
“Oh, no!” Loan shook her head and hugged the pillow tighter, “She was really supportive. She- she just said that, um…”
Loan’s voice faltered off and there was a small moment of silence.
Annoyed, Lupa quickly turned around and sighed, “Alright, out with it. I’m tired of having to deal with your bullshit. Just tell me what’s on your mind, even if you think I’m gonna make fun of you. Because we already know that I will no matter what.”
Loan nodded and took a deep breath before setting the pillow down on her thighs.
“Mom told me that I shouldn’t put out so early in the relationship,” Loan almost whispered to Lupa, “Sh-she said that as soon as I do, Bobby will take me for granted and just think of me as literally just a cocksleeve.”
Lupa frowned.
“And so you and Bobby fucked?” The teen awkwardly asked through gritted teeth after giving a prolonged hiss.
“Y-yeah. I said no the first couple of times,” Loan took a deep breath and steadied herself, “But he just kept on pushing my boundaries and I couldn’t-“
“Bullshit.” Lupa rolled her eyes, “You’re a fucking ADULT, Loan! You’ve got, like, three decades on that little twerp!”
The room was silent for a while.
“I know that now,” Loan’s voice came out hollow, “but the me back then couldn’t even look her own parents in the eyes. I-I was pathetic. Bobby helped me through all that. S-so I kinda got dependent on his support, and I didn’t want to lose him so I… I had sex with him.”
“Jesus.” Lupa pinched the bridge of her nose, “Do you have any idea of how easy it is to not have sex with someone? Just because someone is nice to you doesn’t mean you should fuck them!”
“Yeah... I know that now.” Loan slowly nodded and looked at Lupa, “I… I know I shouldn’t be having these feelings for him, but I can’t help it. I love him. And now he’s gone…”
Lupa almost felt kinda-sort-of bad for Loan (but not that much), the woman sat comatose on her clean bed. All vestiges of her old interests stripped from her desks and bookshelves, her posters replaced with tasteful photos of the family together. The woman who sat in front of Lupa wasn’t Loan, but some different lady who puts on makeup and looks like some kind of sexy librarian.
“I am going to regret saying this,” Lupa sighed and scooted forward in the chair to awkwardly pat Loan’s knee, “but you do know that you are an adult, right? You can just move to GLC or something if you really miss Bobby that much. Or just wait until the summer for the twins to stay with Dad. But it’s probably better for you to just stay away from him, focus on yourself or some shit. The last thing I want is for you to get on a list and get banned from playgrounds or something, that’s one less person who has a license around here and I am not asking Lyra for a ride to school again.”
Loan quietly considered Lupa’s words, “I-I don’t know if I’ll ever love someone like Bobby again.”
“Then don’t. It’s honestly really fucking creepy, I know your mom and our dad are totally insane but that doesn’t mean you have to be too.”
Loan looked up at Lupa and blinked, “What about you and Hugh?”
Lupa rolled her eyes and shoved her hands into her coat, “That’s different. Not as much of a age-difference, and it’s not like I could ever have a chance with a relationship with someone without a fucked up family like ours. It’s like, I bet if I tried to even date as soon as they caught wind of me being some inbred incest sex-cult baby they would probably run away after calling up CPS. We’ve been lucky so far, but I’d rather not risk it.”
“Are you sure that’s it?” Loan’s voice grew soft and it was her turn to awkwardly pet Lupa’s knee, “Are you literally just going out with Hugh because it’s convenient?”
Lupa slapped Loan’s hand away, “Obviously not, but I don’t like talking about that shit. Let’s just say that I like having him around and keep it to that.”
“I guess that is a lot coming from you,” Loan held up her hand to cover a giggle, “Is it the glasses?”
“What?! The glasses make him look like a complete chode!” Lupa screeched, her face red, she quickly regained her composure and sighed, “Listen, if I’m gonna get all mushy gushy I’d rather do it with him than anyone else, seems kinda useless otherwise.”
“I see…” Loan giggled.
“Yeah, laugh it up you fucking weirdo…” Lupa took a deep breath and scanned the room to find something to change the subject.
On the desk was a collection of papers, Lupa picked them up and almost fainted.
“What the fuck?” Lupa’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, “I-is this a resume? Are you seriously going to get a fucking job?”
“Yeah…” Loan nodded and gripped the pillow in her lap, “I wanna be a better woman, for Bobby and for my own sake. So I figured I should maybe apply for some jobs. I-I have a lot of money saved up because Mom is really nice with my allowance, but I want some job experience before I think about moving out of the house-“
Lupa threw the papers in the air and exclaimed, “You’re gonna move out of the fucking house!? I was just joking about that! You’ll probably fuckin’ die if you have to use the oven without supervision!”
Loan’s mouth opened and closed for a moment before she could reply, “I was already thinking about doing that before Bobby left. A-and I’ll have you know that I have watched a couple of how-to guides on using the oven, it shouldn’t be a problem unless the recipe calls for using the broiler.”
“What the fuck is a broiler?”
Loan simply shrugged in reply and got up to collect the papers from the floor.
“Well…” Lupa handed off a paper on the desk that flew behind one of the monitors back to Loan, “I guess if you need help moving some of your sweatpants I can help, just, buy me a pizza or something…”
“I threw out all my sweatpants,” Loan casually admitted as she smiled to the now shocked Lupa, “but I might need your help stowing all my figurines up in the attic eventually.” She walked over back to the desk and placed the papers in a neat pile before pausing, “I also might need you to call up the movers. And talk to them for me. Haha… I’m still no good with face-to-face stuff, so I figured I could probably work at a call center doing tech support or something.”
“Wow. I’d rather kill myself then do that for a living.” Lupa casually admitted before getting up from the chair, “Welp, let's go see if Hugh found Lulu yet.”
“I’m sorry about being naked around your boyfriend, Lupa.” Loan quietly apologized, “Even if he was a gentleman and only looked at my naughty bits once, it wasn’t cool of me.”
“So you aren’t going to apologize for being naked around me?” Lupa asked in confusion.
“Er, we’re both girls so it doesn’t… count?” Loan asked, just as confused.
“Uh? What?”
“I thought it was, you know, like, cool if girls are naked with each other? Me and Liena and Lyra used to shower together back in high school, Liena wouldn’t keep me around if I wasn’t clean…”
“Loan.” Lupa placed a hand over Loan’s and squeezed it a bit, “That’s really fucking weird.”
“H-how is it weird? We’re related! You know how Lyra is! She didn’t have a problem with it at all!”
Lupa squeezed Loan’s hands a bit tighter and frowned, “Loan, please shut the fuck up. I don’t need to hear anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Loan’s voice grew a bit anxious, “Was it really all that weird? I mean, mom and Auntie Leni and Aunt Luna shower together all the time! Even nowadays! They don’t even do anything sexual! They just-“
“That’s somehow even weirder, and why are you watching your mom shower-“ Lupa caught herself and just dragged Loan out of her room, “Actually, just stop talking.”
Loan almost tripped on the way out, “I wasn’t watching! I was there! It was last year when Uncle Simon let us stay at his ski chalet! There was only two bathrooms so-“

Hugh Jr. placed Lulu in her playpen and handed her a spare Little Froggy tablet.
“Now that you’re changed, would you like me to whip you up a bottle of milk? You’ll have to settle for formula since the house still needs to be fumigated.”
Lulu waddled over to the corner of the playpen and sucked on her pacifier before hugging a fox doll.
The fox doll sprung to life,“CHEER UP BABY, DON’T YOU CR-“
Hugh Jr. quickly activated the sound-barrier on the playpen and a hard-light forcefield of shimmering iridescent stars blanketed over the soft mesh cage.
“Noted. I will work on the fumigator and the synthesizer.” Hugh Jr. nodded to Lulu who gave a tiny nod and curled up next to the dancing doll.
He figured the baby was tired after all the commotion she has caused so far and would wake up from her nap in about 3 to 4 hours. Hugh quickly set an alarm on his watch and turned his attention to the room.
His mother’s old room was divided in half.
On Auntie Lily’s side was a single large hammock stuffed to the brim with cutesy plushies. Various band posters and graffitied street signs adorned the walls. A collection of easels of half-finished works sat atop blue tarps speckled with paint, each easel boasting a different art style and subject. Her closet was open and full of clothes pilfered from the hand-me-down pile from the attic and a mishmash of all of her siblings various styles. A pegboard filled with small polaroids sat above a messy drafting desk, one photo showed Auntie Lily and Hugh’s mom atop a pyramid in the middle of the jungle, another with Auntie Lily and Aunt Luna trashing a hotel room with Auntie Sam and Lyra apologizing to the concierge, another one had Auntie Lily and Aunt Lucy in black robes around the almost nude form of his dad on a stone altar all raising their thumbs up, there was a collection of photos taken in succession of Auntie Lily and Lupa running away from GLC Zoo security after stealing a penguin from its enclosure.
On his mom’s side of the room is Lulu’s playpen and a full-sized bed that Hugh Jr. uses whenever he feels like spending the night with his dad whenever his dad isn’t busy working on writing the next Full House blockbuster. They release a new one every year, and usually have to edit out a lot of actual character development for witty one-liners, but it’s still something to go watch every 8 months to drink a week’s worth of soda in one sitting.
Next to his mothers old boombox there was a small, nautical themed, suitcase that held an extra change of clothes for Hugh in front of the bed. He decided to change into a dry pair of jeans and some brown oxfords, it was kinda sounding like he was farting with every single step with his soggy shoes and it was embarrassing him a bit.
After changing Hugh went to work.
He quickly withdrew from his backpack a black plastic sheet with dark green grid marks and spread it out on the carpet before withdrawing a microscope-looking device mounted on a rig. It was his Matter Actualizer, a 3D printer that his mother designed and he perfected. His mother made this device when she was only half his age, it ran off of coal and altered the molecular structure of the carbon to be anything you could think of so long as you knew the chemical composition of whatever it was you wanted printed.
Hugh hooked up his tablet to the Actualizer and placed the synthesizer onto the grid to let the machine scan it. Soon the room was bathed in a soft green light, luckily Hugh remembered to put on his radiation proof turtleneck today. He looked at Lulu and smiled at her sleeping form, radiation probably wouldn’t hurt her.
The machine beeped and a transparent readout of the synthesizer loaded up on his tablet, he quickly noted the fried transistors on the circuit board and faulty keys and replaced them by copy and pasting working pieces on the circuit board while ensuring that all the components ran with the correct ohms and voltage values. He then moved the original vintage synthesizer to the side and printed out a new one.
The original Matter Actualizer his mother designed was made out of a vacuum cleaner jury rigged to a pellet smoker with a fountain pen mounted to an old dot-matrix printer, all controlled by his dad’s old Snap. It was a crude design, like most of his mother’s first inventions.
Hugh wasn’t the type to pick that apart and understood the meager resources his mother had growing up, because of this Hugh tries to be as flashy as possible. He takes a lot of inspiration from the inventor Cue Stick from the David Steele series and holds a candle to the super scientists of yore.
“So,” Hugh spoke to himself as he plugged in the synth and powered it on, “a fumigator?”
He quickly played chopsticks on the keyboard and nodded in approval.
“How about…” Hugh bobbed his head left and right in contemplation, “The Perfumigator? That sounds sensible, right?”
He turned back to the sleeping Lulu and contemplated waking her up to ask her again.
“Ah, better to let you slumber.” Hugh smiled and walked over to place the keyboard next to the playpen.
“I suppose I should look for some inspiration…”
Hugh sat down on the bed and kicked his feet as he fired up his tablet and quickly typed up “SILVER AGE COMICS” “GAS” “MAD SCIENTIST” “MACHINE” into the search engine in all caps.
“I see…” Hugh was looking at a photo of one of the inventions of the nefarious Professor Pachinko, an odd device that looked like a fog machine mixed with a spiked naval underwater mine. Hugh raised his eyebrows in appreciation, the way the noxious green fumes swirled around the menacing spikes gave the machine a dangerous aura.
“Professor Pachinko was underutilized in the series after the third reboot, I always wondered why…” Hugh frowned at the racist Japanese caricature cackling in the shadows as David Steele worked to diffuse the machine, “Perhaps he was just misunderstood…”
“Well, time to get to work.” Hugh announced as he quickly slammed a tape into his mom's old boombox and he closed his browser on his tablet and got to sketching a blueprint for the Matter Actualizer.
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Huge Junior