"Oops..." Lupa was the culprit behind this ill-advised prank she had in store for Loan Loud. It was some drug with a real long name that she didn't bother to remember. The drug was in the form of a pill, but she bought a capsule of them. They were small, round, and white, the same type of pills that Loan had already been taking for her schizophrenia, and she had already completed the swapping process. "Tehe, fuck you."

The side effects were hallucination, numbness of some body parts, and a lightheaded sensation, all of which would last for over five hours. That was what Lupa was hoping Loan would succumb to. Maybe Loan would do some crazy shit, or say some crazy shit. Maybe both, if Lupa was lucky today. The deviant white-haired imp exited the bathroom, giggling away as the afternoon had come, meaning it was time for Loan to take her pills.

The house was definitely crowded, and all the kids were making quite a ruckus in the living room. This house was their dad's, the one and only Lincoln Loud. He was tending to the small garden he and Liena had created, one where carrots, tomatoes, and other veggies were being grown. They had been at it for a good while, and Liena had been so proud to do this by herself. It was her idea to begin with, and the garden served as the knot that tied their bond further. Nothing more could be said with that fact.

He was also out there to avoid their calamitous nature. God knows how troublesome they could be when all together. That was a massive con of holiday breaks. One that grew worse the more kids that were added.

Speaking of that, it was already happening. The game was Monopoly, and Lyra and Leia had been jailed. The problem started when Leia was beginning to downright complain. "I have seven thousand! Why can't I just pay Liby off and get out of jail?!"

"It doesn't work like that, idiot!" Lacy harshly threw back. "Play by the rules or just forfeit!"

"Why, I'd never!" Leia was disgruntled. "I hate this game! Let's play Uno!"

"Psssh..." Liby yawned, having been tired of that game. "You steal all the good cards."

"Wait, I lost track!" Lemy notified his many sisters. "Who's turn is it?"

"Loan, it's time for your medicine," Lyra told the oldest sister. She got up and led Loan away, before turning to the players. "Don't even take my money! That means you, Leia!"

"Would I ever steal from you?" She asked innocently, simply raising her shoulders as if she would never do such a thing, real or not.

Lupa wheezed quietly when the two elder Loud kids had gone away. "I win!"

"Uhhh... No you don't!" Lemy corrected her. "It's not even over!"

Leia was still agitated by being imprisoned, that she flipped over the whole board on its back. "To neck with this!"

'Hey, come on! I was winning!" Lacy screamed.

"You were cheating!" Leia countered back.

Lyra had propped open an orange capsule with a white label around it. She made Loan hold out her hand and carefully dropped a pill onto her hand. "Water's in the room, let's go."

Wordlessly, Loan followed her motherly sister to the spare room they'd use when they slept over at their father's house. It wasn't a big house, meaning all the kids couldn't sleepover at once if they wanted to. There had been only three rooms to spare, and the max size of occupants had been two people per room. It used to be easier when there were six fucking kids, but Lincoln had a high sex drive, and desired to fuck his sisters. Who could've blamed him? Some of them came out looking hot. Unf.

Loan and Lyra had always claimed one of the rooms, and used it when one of them would sleepover. When it wasn't them, Liena, Lyle and Lemy shared the room. Liby and Lacy had another one, which, despite Lupa having ransacked it many times, cursing the room with her essence, they would still take it. And Lupa would make sure to come on the solo days to not hear shit from the other squeaks. The third spare, the one that they all started out with, was made for the youngest kids. That meant Leia and Lizy. Lulu was new to the equation, but Lisa was not ready to throw her out into the open yet.

Loan placed the pill on the tip of her tongue, and with a water bottle she found on the room, she chugged a sip, taking down the pill into her system. "D-done..."

Lyra smiled and nodded. "That's good."

But Loan had just taken the drug that would come to wipe many Loud canon characters and OCs from the face of this fic, as you will come to see. Written and directed not by Flagg this time.

Loan Loud Kills the Loudiverse, Chapter One: My Happiest Hallucination!

It sank in faster than Lupa was told. Loan had already begun to feel the side effects of the drug, starting with lightheadedness. She settled for the kitchen and sat down, while shit went fuzzy. "Lyra..." She called out softly. The world distorted out on her all of a sudden, making her blink rapidly. "M-mom? Mooooo...-"

Lyra thought she heard a moaning sound from where Loan had wandered off to, and stopped playing the reset game of Monopoly. "Hang on," she told Lacy, the gameskeeper.

Loan was now tripping hard, having stumbled to the floor and shaking her head frantically while sweat rolled from her forehead. "M-make it stop, make it stop!"

"Loan!" Lyra rushed to her aid, scared and alarmed at the sight of elder Loan acting irrationally. "Loan, what is going on?!"

Loan had already felt the stage of numbness hit not only her bottom jaw, but her feet and arms as well. She shook them violently, feeling no sensation in them. "They feel puffy! Puffy, L-Lyra-"

"Puffy? I... I don't understand-" Lyra lifted Loan up from the floor, only to be shoved hard off the ground by her. She fell back from the hard shove, striking her skull against the oven behind her. The impact was hard enough that it killed her right on the spot. Her body tilted to its side, revealing a smear of blood trailing from the oven diagonally. Next, blood was flowing away, forming into a red puddle that surrounded her head.

"Lyra? Lyra, girl, are you... Sleepy?" Loan just drooled away, unfocused and uncoordinated to move. "Boo... Y-you're not real... Haha, y-you're not real."

Thanks to the drug, Loan was surely hallucinating the dead Lyra was talking back to her. "Oh no, look! Look at me, I'm dead! Oh, I'm lonely! I'm lonely!" Of course, Lyra's lips were not at all moving, which only brought Loan to be confused and curious.

"I'm... I didn't mean for you to bang your heady-head head..." Loan's mouth was curvy, wiggling around as if it could not stay still. "I want... Pizza."

"You can get pizza," the Lyra voice continued in her head. "Go to a pizza place, kill the pizza, eat the employee!"

Loan was even more sweaty and numb at this point. She lazily removed her sweater, having clear trouble in doing so. "I... Think- Think you revershhhhhhhed-"

"Say, I don't suppose you can murder the others for me? I have to watch them, so... How can I if I'm dead?!"

Loan accepted the command and moved like a zombie. She opened the drawer where the silverware was stored, and pulled out a kitchen knife. "I will deewwww as you comm... Uhhnnnnd."

"Hold on!" Lacy shouted from the living room. "I'm getting thirsty up in this bitch!"

Loan had stopped just before leaving the kitchen, waiting for Lacy to play the second victim. The little athlete scampered in, but was startled by the tall, sweaty girl who loomed over her with a very freaky smile. "Ah! You scared me! Excuse me, I-"

Then, Lacy noticed Lyra was in a lopsided position, and the smear of blood. She instantly got chills at the sight of that.

Loan, who had hidden the kitchen knife behind her back, extracted it back out for show after tugging Lacy forward. She inserted it deep into Lacy's stomach, making the young athlete gargle from the blood that filled her lungs. She was weakened enough to not be able to fend Loan off, or even at the least, cry for help.

"Don't... Fuhhh-fight it... It feels like a horrible dreeeeeam..." Loan slurred near drunkenly, twisting and turning the knife, making it even more painful for Lacy to try and endure. Her hand had been covered with the dying girl's blood, but she maintained her position as she couldn't feel the blood pouring into her hand.

Lacy placed her hands over Loan's shoulders, mumbling away as she bled from her lips. "Buhhh... Luh buhhh..." She choked, now beginning to fall on her knees. Loan plucked the murder weapon from her stomach, letting Lacy drop without a problem.

"L-Lyra told me to kill you all..." Loan smiled with a wiggle. "I don't want her to get mad at me."

Lacy was bleeding out on the floor, twitching and retching as Loan peered out of the kitchen.

"So... So many k-kids..." Loan wrapped the bloodied knife inside her sweater and left to join her sisters, and two brothers, in the game. "So many kids, so little time..."

"Loan, uhh... What happened to your sweater?" Liby asked.

"I... I got it stained. It's... Stained..."

"From your sweat?" Lemy joked. "I mean, you are really looking hot!"

It was true, Loan was truly sweating heavily now, while the numbness had stayed on the same level. She was trembling visibly, but hadn't her feet planted on the ground to notice this.

"It looks like you have a fever!" Liby thought. "Come, let's get you upstairs!"

She and Lemy both helped Loan back up to her designated room.

"What's taking Lyra and Lacy so long?" Leia asked. "Ugh, I am tired of waiting for them. Lupa, I think it's your turn."

Lupa had remained frozen, keeping her eyes and attention locked onto Loan, who was exhibiting real extreme side-effects she hadn't known off. Damned be her soul if Loan ended up dying for her bullshit. She had a bad feeling about this.

"Lupa, helloooooo! Earth to Lupa?" Leia threw the dice at Lupa, finally getting her attention. "Hurry up and roll!"

"Hold your darn horses!" Lupa shouted. "Ugh, you impatient little failed abortion..."

"What was that?" Leia seethed her teeth, feeling that was an insult, despite not knowing what that word meant.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Lupa sarcastically hooted. "Does mommy not clean the wax outta your ears?"

"Why, you disrespectful ghost! I'm telling Lyra you're bullying me!"

"Yeah, because crying gets you everything in life," Lupa sassed. She then looked back at the stairs, wondering if Loan would get sick. She didn't consider it before, but Loan's mentality could stray from the normal level, seeing as how she didn't take the real medication. Lupa stopped from playing, and proceeded rapidly upstairs to check up on her.

"Hey, you can't just-" Leia angrily yelled, but gave in.

Loan had already done a number on both of them by the time Lupa had come to see Loan for how she was. It was a nice surprise that could only best be suited for Halloween, if it was that holiday today. Liby was the first to go, throat having been slit gruesomely, making a cut so wide that her skin could be peeled off if done so carefully. She died with fright on her face.

Lemy, still moving about, was down on the floor, having been stabbed on his chest. His shirt was already covered in the messy blood that leaked out of him. His face was going white, and movements were slowing to a deadening halt. His eyes, they had found their way to Lupa, and when they met, there was a glance of fully fledged fear, fear that made her realize he didn't want to die. Not now, and not like this. His eyes, looking at Lupa's for an answer to try and make sense of this.

Nope, she couldn't give him that, and Lupa watched him die, unable to do anything. She stammered. She dropped to her knees, right over his body. "L-Lemy?"

Loan was behind the door, and made her presence known by pushing it, making a faint creaking sound. "N-not to... Wuhhh-Worry... Lyra will be proud of me..." Loan now had a horrible set of red eyes that impaired her vision. "L-Lupa, hold suhhh... St-... Still..."

"St-stay back... Y-you..." Lupa stuttered loosely, lips quivering from the adrenaline built up. "D-DAD!"

Loan stuck her tongue out, flapping it in the air. "Your hair... L-loooooks like... Snow..."

Lupa, developing brass balls, ran right through Loan and managed to escape. Or so she thought.

Loan had grabbed her by leaning over the railing, snagging her effortlessly as she ran back down to warn the others. "Uh-uh-uh! Lyra will buhhh- Be mad." Loan grabbed Lupa by her neck and lifted her from the stairs.

The girl put up a hell of a fight, moreso than Loan's previous victims. Lupa scratched at Loan's face like a cat, rather than trying to free herself. "F... Fu- Hccck!" Her face flushed to a degree of red, eyes watering, almost looking as if they would pop out if Loan crushed her throat harder. The twitching sensation was more close and personal, but Loan had nothing to worry about.

"It'll be okay... Lyra wuhhh..." Loan the drooled and wheezed loudly, right before feeling the need to barf. "Oh, noooo... Mother nache... Errrr..." She lifted the then-dead Lupa over the railing, taking the corpse and placing it over Lemy's.

Leia, Lyle, and Lizy were the only kids downstairs. Liena was sleeping in her designated room, asleep until Loan had snuck into the room and jammed the knife into her left eye as deep as she could. The eye popped, and Liena had reacted briefly, jumping forward as if she had been shocked, before being forever dead. At least she went out painlessly. Loan did give her a kiss on her forehead before leaving, as they were that close.

Three more to go. And after that... She didn't know what else do to. It had almost been an hour since taking the pill. One hour out of five, maybe longer. Who was to say she would get out of that state in time?

She didn't hide the bodies, however. That was on her, and it was also on her when Lizy had encountered the fallen Lacy and Lyra. Loan had come down just to see Lizy, with a darkened expression that signaled that she had seen some shit. Luckily, Lizy saw Loan as one of the three caring mature girls of the lot. "L-Loany..."

Her cue was to lead Lizy into the kitchen and do her thing. "What's vuuhhh... Wrong, little one?"

"Lyra and Lacy is broken..." She whimpered with puppy dog eyes.

"Let's go see what duhhhh... That is about!" Loan took Lizy back to the kitchen, but not at all to examine the mess.

Lyle had gotten curious as to why no one was showing up, and it had been over five minutes since the last girl had exited on break. No Lupa, no Liby, no Lyra. No one was here. "What's going on? Did anyone fall ill or something?"

"What makes you think that? Because of Loan looking sick?" Then she looked at herself. "It... It's not airborne, is it?! I can't be sick!"

"Hey, I highly doubt it would be. Besides, this is Loan we're talking about. You know, the girl who is prone and unlucky by default."

Loan did have a history of mishaps and accidents all around her life, as if she was the misfortunate Loud to ever walk the face of the earth. That included the average bruises and illnesses. If anyone had a high chance of catching something unhealthy, it would be Loan, hands down.

Loan had returned to the living toom, barely hearing Lyle mention her name. "Duhhh... Did you say something?"

Lyle coughed, and Leia found herself laughing away. But she wouldn't be for long, for Loan had a very sharp surprise for them.

Minutes Later

The garden had definitely called for renovations, and Lincoln, in his growing age, had taken things slow and smooth. The house, once he entered, was quiter than usual. No shouting, no sounds or footsteps impeding on the floor, and no clatter of things being thrown all over the floor. Huh, Lyra did a good job today... He was pleased with his daughter's babysitting skills.

Entering the kitchen, his world changed. It took him not even seconds for his mood to change its direction. He screamed in pain and agony, crawling towards both bodies of his children. Lyra and Lacy had grave wounds that were unfixable, and Lizy had been choked to death, terrifying sights for tue father of plenty. "My sweet- My girls! L-Lyra!"

He individually caressed each corpse and held them. "Oh- P-Please... No, not them..."

Considering that he hadn't heard anyone, his fear had increased tenfold, making him jump back up to check up on the others. They could have also fallen to the murderer of the three girls. And he wound up coming to the livinf room, seeing Leia and Lyle having bit the big one, both of them having had their eyes gouged out, leaving an awful mess of their vessels.

Loan was lost, and, having accomplished her duty from the hallucination that took the form of Lyra's voice, she wandered down to see what new orders she would have. Talk about commitment to cause. She met her father barely coming up the stairs. "Ahhh... H-hey-" She was undoubtedly bathed in blood, and acting droozy. "Duhh..." Loan felt a slight aching in her legs now. She fell, tumbling down the steps.

"Loan!" Lincoln rushed up to stop his daughter from receiving damage.

"Hey, Loan!" Came Lyra's voice. "Take it, take his life, too! We all need him to give us allowances! You know how Leia is without her money..."

Loan had developed a messy black shade around her eyes, with the eyes still red. "L-Lyra..." She mumbled.

"What is it?" Lincoln cried. "What about Lyra?"

Loan grabbed the railing and then proceeded to kick him in the nuts, followed by another to his face. He was knocked off-balance, and fell the rest of the way down. His neck had snapped when his head bent into a physically impossible position; it had been forced-tilted back when he made it to the floor, and the whole head was nearly ripped off from the neck, merely dangling lazily from the body.

The killer had finally let go of the railing, and slowly made her way down. "Oh, daddy... I love you, daddy," she told the corpse, then wheezed again. Then, she vomited some awful junk down at her feet, a mixture of both red and green chunky liquid. This made her weak, bringing her down on her knees. "Urckkk!" She went, body stinging so immensely that her eyes watered up even more.

"Loan... Loan! Loan, come this way!" The Lyra Voice imaginary projectile was still around to give orders.

Loan strutted forward, and saw a freaky scene of flying hotdogs; a figure wearing a bloated snowman costume, who was dancing their way around the house; a rainbow in the shape of a rectangle; and lastly, the whole scene was distorting out of shape, twisting and twirling as if Loan had been in a funhouse all this time. In a way, she was. "Lieeeeeruhhhhh..."

"Yes, yes!" Lyra, still in the kitchen, was now moving her lips as she spoke to Loan. "Hey, cut my head off."

"C-cut? Whuuuu-aiiiii... You'll be headless!"

"I know, but take me with you, I have to guide you!"

"Gaaaahhh-" Loan slurred, acting to fulfill another request.

It took a few minutes for Loan to cut through Lyra's neck. Rather than a regular knife, the drugged blonde applied a hacksaw, which made a further mess of Lyra's corpse. But she had freed the head from the body, and had placed Lyra's head inside her backpack she had brought over.

"Kill the others! Your mother, my mother! All the Loud mothers we know of! Maybe all the Louds in general!" Lyra was muffled, but she was still comprehensible through the blonde's blue backpack. "Why stop at us girls?"

"Kuhhh... Kill my mother?" Loan pondered over the decision, sensing that there was a line that needed not be crossed. She gulped, still clearing away at her throat. "I..."

"It's easy, it's easy... One, two... THREE!" Lyra howled from the backpack. "Do it, Loan! Kill our mothers! After all, you know they have sinned! They have sinned, and deserve to die! Die, die, die, die!"

Yes, Loan was an abomination. Lyra was an abomination, and all the dead were also abominations. Hallucination Lyra was justifying the murders, in Loan's own sick way, actually. Next was them. Those who commited the taboo. Mommy and her sisters, so nine fresh victims in total. It would be ten, but there was one aunt who-

"Kill aunt Lily, too!" Lyra's head beckoned.

Never mind.

Loan took out her phone, texting her mother Lori to let her know she was done and wanted to go home.

"Attagirl... And no more stabbing this time! Get creative, kill with a leaf-blower or something!"

"Uhhh... I am so hot..." Loan complained.

"And I'm not? I'm going to melt in here! So... Just take me with you, okay? I'm still responsible for you."

Loan nodded, dripping sweat on the floor. "Yes, muhh-ma'am!"

And it was set; a one-girl mission to go out and wipe the Louds from existence. It would be a long journey, no doubt about it. But Loan, stil under the influence of the damn drug, still had yet to overcome the effects. The only thing to really ask; would the drug wear out before she finished? She didn't know, she didn't care. All that mattered was one thing; extinction.

Stage one of Loud genocide was now complete, and soon, the whole mission would be. She would come to try, and hard for that matter, too. Especially with the talking decapitated head in her backpack. "Well... I'd buhhhterrrrr get goeeeehhheeeeen!"

AN: It was a late one night, and, while I was on the verge of trying to continue something else to celebrate this month and the spooky properties that we know October for, I had a sudden thought; why not have someone lose it and host a killfest? No way I can do one that can be aimed to be a seriously dark and gritty fic, so I just made it the way it is.

This did is all about Loan Loud going out of her way to kill literally everyone in the family tree, and I'm not just talking the main ones and the sin kids. No, not at all. And that's about it, nothing more than that. Just an awful joke with more bloodshed incoming.