They called for back-up and he answered. They, being the ones called Flagg1991 and Raganoxer from a very special Discord, which also housed a collective of other content creators of both the old and new varieties, had called him for some assistance. While they were off to harm the family known as Louds, the sadistic, sci-fi loving, underrated fic writer known as either Dpiddy316, Insani-D, or just simply D, sped down the empty highway that led to and from the Michigan area.
It was a 3 AM chilly night on the weekend, but he was only sporting black pants and a black shirt with a large D in the shape of a crescent moon spray-painted on. Not only that, but he had leather gloves and a skull mask on, driving away in a black van filled with a dangerous arsenal of toys. "If you think this is bad, wait until you see Lincoln later!" He laughed to the audience.
He only accepted the job to keep the peasants happy. Flagg and Rag were delaying the inevitable. Sure, they were off to cause edgy harm to those you knew well and loved, but so was D. And not just the ten. No, he wanted to go after all of them. Sin kids, mistakes, and if he so desired to, he could go after the creators of the OCs. But was he that mad?
"FUCKING LEIA!"
Yes, yes he was.
The music he played was some Maximum the Hormone, which had come to him thanks to Death Note. Unf, Death Note.
Thinking of how to hurt Lola and Leia was all the reason to make him press harder on the gas pedal. And he was going past the limit, while the many guns, knives, what have you, were all rattling about, even as he did conceal them in clothing.
No way he could tell AberrantScript of his crimes against Leni, despite D having something of a light crush on him, and wanted to plow him. And by plowing him, I mean a date.
And then plowing him. Insert moan here.
I skip ahead because I can, and it's 12:37 AM right now. Ahem. Anyways, D pulled to the side, parking at Bud Grouse's place. Yes, I learned that was his name today. Not amused. Grouse was probably asleep by now. If he wasn't, D would fix that.
From both houses, the lights were off completely. And D turned off the van and rapidly got out of it, hurrying to the back. He had raided DeviantRaccoon's stash of firearms and left him hanging from a tree. Said stash included the best of the tactical weapons the world had to offer, and D made them his own. He chose two Colt M911s with suppressors and loaded them after inserting the clips. From his own personal armory, D had a 12-inch Bowie knife serrated to the core, his personal preference when it wasn't an MP5 submachine gun or any unconventional weapon he could pass off from everyday items.
But he was sure he wouldn't just be using the pistols and the knife to do the harm. D was eccentric and creative, so for sure he would find new and exciting ways to execute the Louds.
Smiling, he went to the house and knocked, preparing for a shit-show. "Huehue."
Lynn Sr. came answering the door D knocked on, dressed in some ugly blue pajamas. "Hello-"
D was merciful and fired a round from the Colt, sending Lynn Sr. to heaven after a headshot. The body was caught before it could fall and give away his position. D dragged it back inside and quietly shut the door, nor speaking a word. He heard the voice of the man's wife coming from the bedroom just behind the living room. Knowing he would find a blonde woman, he pushed through the half-opened door and peered in.
"Honey, who was at the door?" She wearily asked.
"Just me," D said, killing her with the silenced gun.
Rita let out a faint yelp before she bit the dust. Oh well, at least she joined her late husband, am I right?
Next thing he did was go to the kitchen and basement, going around to fetch many supplies he could use to kill off the Louds slowly and amusingly. The items in question were; rope, duct tape, tools, including garden shears, some utensils, and plates and glass cups. Putting away the guns, D took the rope in hand, planning to gather all the kiddies together for the special occasion.
He started with Lincoln, stealthily creeping into his room. Lincoln did end up waking up, but D punched the kid to a certain degree of strength. Afterwards, he tied the boy up tightly and took him downstairs, into the kitchen.
Next was Lori and Leni, the two oldest girls on the block. D carefully crept inside, now gripping his knife. From the get-go, and by watching the show up to here, he knew Lori could but up quite a fight, and if she was startled, she could scream and wake Leni, making this worse for him. Maybe if D actually went to the others-
"Oh, Bobby," Lori moaned in her sleep, turning in her bed. This gave D an idea after trying not to giggle.
He moved over her bed and then did the unthinkable, which was him getting into her bed. "Hey babe, he whispered into her ear in a suave and suggestive manner. "It's... Bobby Boo-Boo Bear."
He placed his hands on her, and the sleeping Lori, having no idea of what was really happening, brought herself to put her hands on D, cuddling him as if he were Bobby. D leaned close enough to feel Lori's nice breasts smack against his chest. Truth be told, he might've been eager to toy with them, but he had a job to-
Lori then wrapped her whole body around D, giving him one too many kisses in her sleep. "I love you," she snored at him, getting him stuck.
"Oh, no-" D underestimated her grab, but he broke free from the grip and stabbed her in the neck. She opened her eyes and began to choke and gag, forgetting to attack her killer. He cupped a hand to her mouth, which she bit hard, causing him to let out a scream.
That did the trick and sent Leni rolling to Lori's direction and leaning up. "Lori-"
D was shocked, so he stabbed Lori fast a few more times and punched her before switching to Leni. Lori was hopelessly trying to stop the bleeding, violently shaking in her bed. She was having quite the seizure of fear, helpless while D grabbed Leni's phone and tossed it right at her head.
"Ow! Lori-" It hurt her a lot to the point she got dizzy and heard a faint ringing in her head, enough time for D to grab her face and lead her upwards, smacking her right into the thin wall. She was knocked out instantly, and Lori had tried her best to go to Leni, having tumbled down on the floor, still bleeding out from her wounds.
"Godfuckingdamnit, this is not going my way."
The thin walls were enough to wake Luna and Lisa, who were curious about the sounds. D was about to leave when Lisa came, being the first to enter, so he bestowed to her a nice gift of a knee to her face, breaking her nose and glasses in the process. Either she died or was just knocked out like Leni. He was going to tie both of them up, until he heard the closing of a door from outside the room.
"Dudes?" Luna came in, with bags under her eyes, unable to keep her eyes open. "Lore? Len-?"
D slapped her silly and pulled her into the room before pinning her stomach-first on the floor. With the butt of one of his guns, he repeatedly struck it against her head before getting the funny idea to rape her. He flipped her over and lifted up her nightgown, with D himself having already unzipped his pants. He had an elbow raised against her neck, while he started to fuck her nice and hard. She was tight enough to give his then-erect penis the nice satisfaction it deserved, and he enjoyed it, especially when her walls became moist when he came inside. It definitely helped warm his penis, but he wiped the cum onto her nightgown, hoping she wouldn't get preggers with a baby he didn't have time for.
"Nuts..."
Leni, Lisa, and Luna kept Lincoln company in the kitchen as the maniacal D continued his lone mission. Losing track of who remained, he entered the twins' room. Both of them were easy to tape and tie up. After them, he went to visit the sleeping prankster and stuffed a magnet into her mouth before taping it shut, believing it would cause Luan's braces to become malformed and give her such agonizing pain. He was chuckling away as he carried her down.
Lily was atill asleep in her crib, not minding the noise of the hell happening right outside. D gently rubbed her head. "Oh, not even I'm that edgy, but when she grows up..." Did he need to even say it?
Lucy was either quite the heavy sleeper or her coffin was blocking out the noises. D had forced himself onto Lynn, having tied her to the bed before he went on to have a better time with her than he has with Luna. He shoved one of her gym socks into her mouth, which only brought about muffled, angry screaming from her as he was penetrating her small, virgin body. Her cherry ended up snapping alright, and thus came the blood. Lynn dug her hands under D's shirt and scratched at hia back.
"Kinky, little Lynn! Kinky indeed!" D grunted, letting his cock burrow deep into young Lynn Loud's womanhood. "We can make Lacy together."
Needless to say, she stopped moving, and looked as if her soul had left her body. Was... Was she traumatized?
"Oh, uhhh... Damn it..." D didn't need to tie her up, so he took her like that, carried her down. "Is this how that works?"
He assembled them all at the kitchen by then after bringing Lucy. The live ones, that is. "Hello, you little bunch of fictional shits! I'm D, the one and only pizza-loving, shit-spouting fandomer of the best Nickelodeon show since the fall of Spongebob!"
No one knew what he was talking about, of course.
"And if you're wondering about Lori and your parents, heh, well..." He laughed.
He started off the torturing with Lynn first, having a hammer and a saw in his hands. "Now, here comes the fun part, kiddies!"
He made them all watch the death of Lynn Loud right before their eyes. He sawed at her hands, followed by feet, and expected Lynn to have a form of reaction. Surely this was painful enough for her body to jerk or something. But it didn't happen at all. Even so, D made her armless and legless, making Lynn bleed out to death.
It wasn't enough for them to have been crying from seeing that brutal shit, though. No, he filled some empty glass cups with the leaking blood from all four limbs, filling enough for three full cups. He spilled the cups all over them, smiling with such cruelty. "Now she'll be a part of you!"
Their tears were blinded, replaced by their now blood-stained eyes, but that wasn't enough for D as of yet. He used the glass cups to throw at them. Leni, Lucy, and Luan took the most damage from the three, while the rest were cut lightly to medium, with the twins the most scared of the lot. D sniffed them all, deciding what to do.
Bingo! He stepped back, shut his eyes, and drew his Bowie knife. "Mirror, mirror on the wall! Who's the unluckiest of them all?" He threw his knife at the bunch, which struck poor Lana's left eye and punctured through. She was as good as dead. "Ouch!"
Lola shrieked with a heartbroken cry through the tape, frantically moving her body.
"Oh, isn't this all fun?! This is, it very much is! Well, to me, that is! I'm having fun, and so should you! It's not everyday a writer decides to pay you a visit and murder all of you!"
He opened the fridge and took out milk and orange juice. Then, he snatched Lola and had her lying down on her back. He took off his shirt and placed it over her face before pouring the milk out and letting it drop on her face, making her unable to breathe. "Death by milk, or death by juice? Either way, you'll be dying healthy! So much more better than us!"
Lola was still barely alive when the milk had run out, so D let her have the orange juice, but spared a little for himself as he got thirsty. "I wish this was apple juice, fuckers."
And Lola died.
Lincoln, Luan, Luna, Lucy, Lisa, and Leni were left. Leni was next, and D had a real fucked up plan. He went back up and cut off Lori's head, and brought it back down with him. He used it as a puppet, having stuck his hand into the gory hole (not glory hole) and made a mock Lori imitation voice.
"Don't worry, Leni, this is literally the best thing ever! Now I don't have to put up with high school! Or Dana's drama!"
And Leni raised an eyebrow. "Do you really mean that, Lori?" She asked tearfully.
"Remind me again why AberrantScript and Gren love you...?" D knocked Lori's head out of his hand and let it fall on the floor. "Ah, fuck it."
He cut onions in front of Lucy's face. "Yeah, that's right!" He was crying as well, however. Too embarrassing. He cut off her bangs and saw her eyes for the first time. "Disgusting."
Lucy whimpered before D took salt into her blue eyes. She let out a muffled scream before D shoved forks into both eyes. That brought upon the worst sounds to be heard by a dying person. Lincoln slipped into a trance, unable to accept the unbearable madness. Lisa was scouting her eyes around, almost like she was evaluating and trying to pinpoint the reason behind the psychotic playtime.
Forks in someone's eyes. What a way to go.
D was suspicious of Lisa, so he took her to the attic and tossed her through the window. A messy death, no doubt.
D removed the tape from Luan's mouth, seeing no blood or wrangling of the metal from inside. She received no torture so he broke Mr. Coconuts in front of her and used pliers to cut and reshape the braces, which finally did make her bleed and sting her. Apart from that, D called her a lesbian and carved Maggie across her chest. Hey, that's my headcanon. Benny who?
As for Lincoln, D vowed to go after Ronnie Anne. If that wasn't enough, he also knew where she was. It scared Lincoln further into submission until he pleaded. D drew his guns. "Dance for me!"
Lincoln was jumping and dancing, trying to avoid D's shots, up until D was tired, and let his rounds fly at the kid this time. The red replaced the orange shirt, and the log was put down before it could manifest.
Leni remained. Did D want to kill her? What would the others think? Did he care what they thought? What about AberrantScript? What would he think?
D brought his gun up to her face. He didn't count how many bullets had been wasted, so he gave it to chance. He pulled the trigger. Leni's fate is left up to you. If you say she died, she did. If you say she lived, you're AberrantScript automatically.
So D left, for sure sparing little Lily. Of course, she might just end up dead after all. No need to tell you what I mean by that. Figure it out.
He pulled away after that, and not even five minutes after, Rag called him. "Yeah? What's up, edgy?"
"Hey, you still over there?"
"I just wrapped up. I don't think this is my cup of tea though. I get it, you wanted Flagg to speed up you guys' thing, so you're welcome for the assist as you get the next chapter ready."
"Oh, that's what you meant by appetizer!"
"Yeah, duh. Fucking idiot."
"So, we've got a new request. Some Russian dude want us to put the hurt on Trillhouse's OC... Do you want in?"
"Bobby Jr? The generic Mexican brat modeled after Loan? Hahahahaha, it would be my genuine pleasure!"
And he drove away, far from town, ready to claim some new blood for the hell of it. Just one last time before he decided to give up the torture series. This is a one-time trick and you'll never see something like this from me again.
Dedicated to my boys Flagg1991 and Raganoxer. Oh, and, I guess AberrantScript, too.