This is a story I've been conflicted about posting for a long time. I won't get into it but some of you might be aware of some things that happened in the sin kids fandom a while back. Long story short: Fandom bullshit. That kind of thing always happens when you get a bunch of obsessive geeks together in one place. This story is part fuck you to a lot of people in that fandom and...well, I guess it's all fuck you to a lot of people in that fandom. I was thinking about not posting it but fuck it, it's part of Flaggstory. Plus, it's not like I lied about anything I said in the story lol.

Originally written in April 2019 and never before posted.


Started from the bottom now we're here

Started from the bottom now my whole team fuckin' here

Started from the bottom now we're here

Drake (Started From the Bottom, 2013)

They met in a forest clearing where sunlight filtered through treetops and dappled dead leaves and the faint kiss of the hot summer breeze rusted green branches. There were ten of them, five Sin Kids and five Loudcest Children arranged in facing ranks like rebels and bluebellys at Gettysburg. The Sin Kids were created by a bunch of different artists and the Loudcest Children were created by Salvo1985 when they kicked his ass out of the sin kids sever for being a fucking weirdo. "They" was really only one dude: Patanu, a pompous and overbearing little bitch who's, like, twenty-seven and still lives with his mom...when he isn't living under an overpass. Pat and Salvo fucking hated each other. Salvo was bitter and Pat fronted like he didn't care, but the fact that he kept drawing insulting pictures of Salvo's characters instead of ignoring him like an adult betrayed him. He did care because the sin kids fandom, which he basically built by appropriating other people's OCs and redesigning them, meant everything to him. It was the only place he amounted to anything and seeing Salvo piss on it hurt his butt more than the other guys in the hobo camp when they gang raped him. Salvo, for his part, was a just a neckbeard.

Anyway, Pat kicked Salvo out of the Jellyspotters because he didnt catch a queen jellyfish and Salvo got all mad over it. They've been slap fighting like two gay men ever since. Meatphorically speaking, of course, since they were both too bitch to do anything in person.

Both losers had their own posse, Pat's much larger but Salvo's much better because it included Flagg1991. Pat was a complete dick to Flagg every chance he got despite Flagg trying to be his friend and turning Pat's self-insert OC Lemy into a serious and fully fleshed out character. Or trying at least. Flagg won't claim he succeeded, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right? You'd expect Pat to be just grateful enough not to be a cock to Flagg, but Pat's inflated ego lead him to treat Flagg kind of shabby. Well, joke's on you, Pat. Flagg not only knows where he's sleeping tonight and where his next meal is coming from, he also, unlike you, has a job that provides him with disposable income...income he was going to use to commission you. But then you were a dick so he gave it all to Rag. Hundreds and hundreds of dollars that could have kept you off the street, Pat, but you pissed away the chance. Meanwhile, I hear you got fucked over and put in the red by Daddy Warbucks. Lol. Serves you right for whoring yourself out.

Yeah, Flagg's kind of bitter too, but at least he does in his home and not in his mom's basement like Salvo. You know, when you get right down to it, Pat and Salvo are a lot alike: Insecure, starved for attention, fat, puffy man-children who failed to launch like Matthew McConaughey in that movie (only less handsome). Pat, at least, has a cult to kiss his ass no matter how much of a dick nose he is to them. All Salvo has is a bunch of action figures and Loud House plushies that he makes have "sex" with each other. Living vicariously, are we~?

Anyway, getting back on track. Pat had a lot of butt sucking sychophants, many of whom trash talked him behind his back to Flagg. His main man was Chip, who has basically been at the center of every major ugly incident in the sin kids fandom since summer 2018. Chip and Flagg don't matter, though; they're writers and both basically niggers in the sin kids fandom, though Chip is, admittedly, better off since he plies Pat with money. Like...serious money. Chip loves the OC Lyle. Know who he is? He's a trap. Looks like a girl. His every pic and fic is just a less humorous It's Pat skit from SNL. Chip, for some reason, really relates to Lyle (maybe he's a 1 Dimensional clown who looks like a girl too).

Also on Pat's team is Wheatgass. AKA Lupafag, Lupafrog, Wheatgerm...dude seriously loves his grains. He's one of those gatekeeping super nerds everyone makes fun of. He's the Comic Book Guy of the Sin Kids Fandom, the Kevin, the fucker who waddles into every conversation with "Ackshually." Most people dislike him too, but as with Pat, they're two-faced pussies who don't have the stones to tell him to his face, so instead they smile up in it and give him empty praise, then tell their honest feelings to Flagg.

Sad state of affairs, huh?

Wheat's also a legit racist, sexist, and homophobe, and that's really saying something in a fandom full of edgy teens who casually throw around racist slurs. Wheat's a right winger, but not one of the right wingers who studies the Constitution or anything, no, he's too vapid for that. He's one of those intellectually hollow 4channers who cry about forced diversity every time a non straight or non lily white character appears. Boo hoo, blacks and gays exist, Wheatie, get over it.

Since Pat and Salvo were both pussy cucks, they sent their OCs to fight their battle for them. They were going to have their mommyes do it, but they're both currently chained to the microwave making their pathtic sons Hot Pockets and wishing they'd move the fuck out already. The Sin Kids crossed over from their universe, where cucking, futas, daddy/daughter incest, and other dumb shit was the norm, and the Loudcest Children crossed over from theirs, where Lincoln's a muscular, well-adjusted artist with a harem of sexy bitches - basically everything Salvo wants to be but isn't. They chose a neutral world for their epic showdown. Flagg offered to let them use the world Reeling in the Years is set in, but Pat bitched and moaned that that wasn't fair since Flagg and Salvo were friends. Flagg was fine with that, he didn't really want a bunch of inbreds running around his world anyway.

Presntly, the two armeis stared each other down.

Here's who they are.

For the Loudcest Children:

Lobo. I think he's a Lunacoln kid, not sure though. If you know Scott Hall, the wrestler, picture him. If you don't, imagine a tall, well-built Cuban dude with scraggly black hair, stubble, tight jeans, and a sleeveles denim jacket over a blue and white striped shirt that exposed his toned stomach. That's not how Salvo draws him, but that's how I see him anyway.

Leela. One eye, purple hair...oh, wait, I'm thinking of a different Leela. This one's a Lynncoln child who looks an awful lot like Lynn with short hair. Like...idk, think pageboy cut. Pixie cut. Some shit like that. She wore a jersey (because how else can we surmise that she's a Lynncoln child at a glance without her being dressed just like her fucking mother?) and thought she was hot shit. No, literally, she has an ego bigger than Pat's.

Lugosi. Boy Lucy, only his hair doesn't cover his eyes. He also has freckles.

Lamis. The flagship of the Loudcest universe, the Lunacoln child. She has long, light brown hair, freckles, and green eyes...at least I see her with green eyes. Idgaf how Salvo sees her. She wore jeans, a black T-shirt, and a peace sign medallon around her neck. Not gonna lie, y'all, she's cute. People say she looks like "Lyra with bedhead" and that's not entirely wrong. You could say Salvo's unoriginal, but if Lyra isn't just pure Luna, I'm the Queen of fucking Switzerland. See, the difference between Sal and Pat is this: Pat can actually draw, so his dumb shit is celebrated while Salvo's dumb shit is mocked and ridiculed. Pat, however, does have his limitations, just like every other evil creature. Instead of silver bullets or wooden stakes, it's genitals, hands, and noses. He can't draw any of those things to save his worthless, soyboy life. His characters all wind up looking like Voldemort and his breasts and pussies look more like Salvo's breasts and pussies than they don't. Of course, neither one has ever actually seen a naked woman in real life, so what do you want? Ironically, Pat can draw a mean dick. Got something you wanna tell us there, Patto? Inb4 "He has one so yeah." True, but he's gotta dig through his fat rolls to find it and use a magnifying glass to see it once he does. Doubt he goes through the trouble.

Lester. Lester is one of Flagg's OCs. Lisacoln child with a pot-belly, greasy shoulder lenght hair, and a sweater vest. Flagg brought him up one time in the sin kids server and a bunch of Pat's cultists spent a whole day telling him what shit he was without offering constructive criticim or, ya know, trying to be helpful. What can you expect from a bunch of teenagers, though? Flagg let Salvo use him and Salvo's actually captured his surly personality quite well. If Lester stayed a sin kid, he'd probably be a homosexual loser just like all the other male sin kids….and the people who headcanon them. I legit only added Lester because I can't remember any of Salvo's other kids except for Larry. He's a five year old with an adult girlfriend. Or maybe I'm thinking of someone else. I don't fucking know.

Playing for the Sin Kids;

Lemy. Pat's tryhard loser self-insert with dumb tribal tattoes on his arms, a headband around his forehead, eighties rocker hair, and probably a small dick like his creator. Lemy's headband HAS to have a cowskull on it, or Pat will draw passive aggressive pictures with Lemy saying, "It's a cowkull, it's not that hard to draw." And Pat will say something like, "I'm his creator so I'm allowed to be picky about how he's drawn." It really bothers him. Damn, Pat gets his panties in a twist about the smallest shit, doesn't he? What a fucking bitch. Lemy's interests include: Being a joke, a clown, a buffoon, laughed at, and cucked. Up until Flagg made him into an actual character, no one took him seriously in the sin kids fandom...just like no one takes Pat seriously irl.

Lyle. This asshole. He's a Lenicoln child who looks like a girl. Long hair, lucious eye lashes, senuoyus lips, ofen wears daisy dukes, a purple shirt, and flip flops. His appearence and other people questioning his gender have been pretty much he focal point of this Lupagrass created sparkledog. People in the sin kids fandom get mad when you say you can't take him seriously after eight months of everyone going "Lol, he look like gurl." What is the Loud House fandom's sick obsession with making boys weak, submissive, traps, and outright fucking losers? It honestly disgusts me. Lyle is supposed to have a bunch of manly hobbies but those usually wind up secondry to him either looking like a girl or having sex with all of his sisters like Lincoln 3.0. He's into archery and other stuff. Probably taking it up his trap ass too, but idk.

Lacy. Lynn by another name. Like Leela, she, too, wears a jersey...this one with a big ol' #2 on it...because she's shit. Lol, but really, she's Lynn Part 2 (and yes, there is a Lynn Part 3...named Lynn III. Not the one from RITY, but another. Idk anything about her).

Lupa. Lucy...but with edge. Note the cigarette jutting from her fish lips...note her hands thrust sullenly into the pockets of her hoodie...note the scowl that clearly says "I'm the cynic of the group." Pat draws her with fangs and yellow eyes sometimes, then has the gall to call other people's shit a joke. Sit down, Boxcar, you got no room to talk. But you will anyway, then cry later on because "Why is my karma so bad?" You reap what you sow, Pat, thus when you sow shit, your harvest is gonna be really fucking brown.

Lakia. That's not how it's spelled but I don't care enough to find the correct spelling. Or maybe it is right. Who knows? Lakia is a big, dumb Russian stereotype created by Pat because OCs are like Lay's - can't have just one. She is strong like ox, dominant, and forceful. She'll grab you by the lapels, slam you to the bed, and fuck you like she's a man...which pops these geeks' pickles because being raped or otherwise manhandled is the only way they will ever have sex.

Each mistake faced its counterpart, tensed and ready for war.

"Alright, knockoffs," Lyle said in a girlish voice as he pulled out his little bow and arrow, "it's time to die."

"Bring it on, daddy fuckers," Lobo said around his toothpick.

Throwing his head back and letting out an autistic screech that resounded through the woods like a woman screaming over menstral pain, Lyle charged forward, and suddenly both ranks were gone, replaced by a confused mass of fighting, kicking, hitting, and reeee'ing. Lacy pounced Leela, and they rolled back and forth in the dirt, their hands locked around each other's throats and identical sneers of hatred on their lips. Lyle dashed heroically toward Lobo in slow mo, but wrenched back with a scream when Lester grabbed him by his trailing hair. Spinning him around, Lester clocked him in the jaw, and he fell back. "Ha!" Lester cried. "How did that feel, trap?"

A baseball bat whacked him in the back of the head with a hollow thunk, and the pudgy Lisacoln child toppled over like a fat tree. "How did that feel, wannabe sin kid?"

Lupa and Lugosi circled each other, arms out and bent like Old West gunslingers. Smoke stung Lupa's eyes, and that was enough of a distraction for Lugosi to spear her ass into next Tuesday. She landed hard on the ground, Lugosi on top, and he reached for her, but without warning, his hair erupted in flames. Lupa's cigarette, it seems, fell into it, and now he was running around like a retard and waving his arms around. Lupa propped herself up on her elbows and watched with a satisfied smirk...then yelped when Lamis kicked her in the side of the head. "Stop, drop, and roll!" the Lunacoln incest creation called.

A few feet away, Lobo and Lakia, fists up and defneding their faces, bobbed and weaved back and forth. Lakia hit him with a right, then followed with an upprcut, and Lobo battered her stomach with a flurry of quick jabs.

Dust hung heavy in the sluggish air and the sounds of grunts, groans,and KA-POWS drifted from the battlefield. Lugosi rolled on the ground and got the fire out, then narrowly missed being hit by Lemy's bat; Leela got the upper hand on Lacy and smashed her in the face; Lakia had Lobo in a chokehold; Lamis and Lyle were locked up on the ground like high school wrestlers; and Lester threw a rock at Lemy, hitting him in the nuts.

When a loud, Brookyln accented voice shouted, everyone froze. "Ey!"

Six people stood before the tangled mass of 4chan level autism. A man in a wine colored Nike track suit with white stripes up the sides, his black hair graying at the temples; a gaunt man in a suit, his lips peeled back from his mottled gums in a crazed smile; a girl with blonde hair and clear eyes; a half Hispanic woman with black hair, an overbite, and freckles; a man with curly blonde hair and wearing a Victorian style vest; and a man in a fedora and trechcoat over a ratty gray sweater.

"What the fuck is this?" Brooklyn asked and jutted his chin at the combatants.

"Awww," blondie said patronizingly, "they're fighting."

"You call that fighting?" Brooklyn asked. "Looks like a fuckin orgy to me."

Gums went on grinning and the black haired woman shook her head sadly. "What a bunch of lame-os."

Lemy was the first to speak. "Who are you guys?"

"We're Flagg's OCs," Brooklyn said. "I'm Tony from Rat."

"I'm Alex, from his best fic Reeling in the Years."

Curly grinned, revealing two needle point fangs. "John Carver. I was the antagonist of Dark as Night."

"Amber Paulson," blonde said, "from the With Me series. I also made a cameo in The 'Cest Kids."

"I don't have a name," fedora said and opened his coat, "but I have everything else."

Gums cocked his head to one side as if listening to a voice only he could hear. "Wayne DiRosario. I was in Come With Me. Which one of you is Mother?"

The Sin Kids and Loudcest Children looked uneasily at each other. "What do you want?" Lamis asked.

Lifting one hand, Tony said, "We heard you guys were havin' a little disagreement. Can't figure out which one's best."

"And we're here," Alex said.

"To show you who's best," Amber finished.

In an instant, Flagg's OCs waded into the fray. Alex punched Lamis in the face and the Lunacoln kid's nose bust like an overripe tomato. Lyle, on his knees, drew a knife, and Tony whipped out a revolver. "Do it and you're fuckin dead." Lyle's eyes widened, and Tony pulled the trigger; the bullet took him high in the forehead and slammed him to the ground.

Lugosi, screaming like a bitch, tried to run, but Carver literally flew at him, grabbed him under one arm, and soared high into the sky, cuz he's a vampire, if that wasn't clear. Lugosi struggled in his grasp and watched the world receeding below him. "Stop!" he sobbed. "Please, let me down!"

The creature of the night (who can walk in sunlight too, apparently), spared him a mocking glance. "If you'd like."

He released Lugosi, and howling, the Lucycoln kid plummeted back to earth, hitting with a thump and going limp as he died.

Lobo wrapped his arm around Amber's throat from behind and squeezed, teeth gritting. She scratched desperately at his flesh, then sank to her knees, Lobo coming with. She gasped for breath, her face turning blue then purple, but Lobo wouldn't stop...so she did. He let go, and she fell to the ground...then impossibly disappeared. Lobo gaped. A shadow fell over him, and he looked up to find a seven foot tall dinosaur with shades and a bandana tied around its head like Tupac sneering down at him.

"Dino?" he asked confusedly. "You're not Flagg's OC."

The hip hop dragon shook his head. "Nigga, shut yo ass up. He gave me my shades, my wrap, and my personality. I'm his enough that I'mma whip yo lil' ass." He took a step back and held his fists to his face. "Pull up, nigga."

Wayne straddled Lupa and wrapped his hands around her throat. She kicked, tried to roll him off, and issued a plea that came out as a strangled grunt. "You thought you could come back and I'd let you stay this time," Wayne muttred incoherently. He leaned over and tightened his hold, his teeth bared. "BUT YOU WERE WRONG!"

A few feet away, Lakia kicked Alex in the stomach, then grabbed the back of her head and drove her face into her knee. Alex's teeth cracked and she flopped to the ground, gushing blood. "You are weak OC," Lakia sniffed, "create by weak CC."

Tony made Lacy kneel and laced her hands behind her head. The off brand Lynn sobbed hyserically and begged for her life through fat, ugly tears. "Ya know, kid," Tony said, a hint of disgust in his voice, "your mother bucked up to me in Rat. You? You buckled. I'm kinda ashamed." He jammed the gun against her skull and pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

It exited her forehead in a shower of blood, gore, and broken pits of bone, and she fell foward.

Lemy stood fearfully by a tree, watching the carnage unfold, and jumped when someone appeared next to him. "Pretty fucked up, huh?" The Man With No Name asked.

The child of Pat's hubris quaked in mortal terror. "Hey, it's alright," The Man said, "I'm not like those other assholes. I don't wanna hurt you. In fact, I wanna help you."

"W-With what?" Lemy asked.

"No one takes you seriously, right?"

A strange, almost drunken feeling crept into Lemy's head, as though the power of The Man's presence was influencing him. "Yeah," he admitted truthfully, "they treat me like a cuck."

"I got something here to help you." He reached into his coat and pulled out a slender alimium can. On it was a picture of Lemy laid back in bed and smoking a joint. "BS juice," The Man said, "it'll make you more interesting, intelligent, attractive - an all around better OC. Almost as good as me."

Lemy took it, considered it for a moment, then grinned. "Thanks, dude."

"Thank nothing of it," The Man replied with a big, sharky smile.

Popping the top, Lemy took a big, thirsty drink. The liquid was cold, sweet, and reminded him of Monster. He smacked his lips...then jolted. The can dropped from his grip and he pressed his hand to his fevered forehead. "Whoa, man, I don't feel so good."

The Man hummed curiously. He picked up the can, then peeled off the label. "Ah, that's why."

"Why?" Lemy asked, suddenly afraid. His head hurt, almost like...brain cells were dying.

"This isn't BS Juice," The Man said, "it's 'Cest Kids Juice."

He threw back his head and let out a volley of laughter, and if you listened closley, you could hear the shriek of Tomahawk missiles and miserable laments. Lemy fell to his knees and held his face in his hands. "Urge to start fires...increasing," he mummbled. He seized up, dropped to his side, and confulved violenly, white foam spilling from his mouth.

Walking up, Tony put his hands on his hips and looked down at him. "The fuck didja give him?"

Lemy got to his feet, staggered, then wandered into the clearing with an evil smile on his face. He almost tripped over Lacy's body. He looked down, saw her, and grinned. "Laaaaaacccccyyy...I need jack-jack." He nudged her with his foot.

"Pyromania," The Man said, "schizophrenia, mild retardation, and a healthy dose of sexual sadism."

Lemy yanked his dead sister's shorts down, whipped out his dick, and thrusted deep into her cooling core.

Elsehwere, Dino grabbed Lobo from behind in a sick sleeper hold and pulled him off his feet. "What's good, nigga?" the mascot asked mockingly, "what's good, nigga?" Lobo frantically kicked his feet and dug his nails into Dino's arm in an attempt to dislodge his grasp, but he only squeezed tighter. Death stole over the boy quickly, and his head lolled to one side.

John Carver grabbed Leela, spun her around, and sank his fangs into her neck. Lacy's doppleganger screamed in agony, her fists pounding against the vampire's broad back, then slowly faded. When she was deceased just like her creator's chances of ever moving out of his mother's basement, Carver let her fall.

Tony shot Lakia and Alex sat with her back against a tree trunk, her nose weeping scarlet. Lemy gathered a pile of leaves around himself, lit a match, and in moments he was a ball of flames. Sitting serenly in the conglgeration. His face melting. Bones charring. Lester and Lamis were the only survivors in a field of death. They knelt and hugged each other fiercely, Lamis crying softly and Lester's jaw clenched with the effort it took to retain his composure.

Dino, Tony, John Carver, and Alex stood over them. "Alright, kid," Tony said to Lester, "since you were created by Flagg, we'll give you a chance. Join us or die."

"What about Lamis?" Lester asked.

"Did Flagg create her?" Tony asked.

Lester started to reply, but Dino cut him off. "Nu-uh, fuck that bitch. We gon' clap her ass."

Lamis buried her face in Lester's chest and wept harder. Lester wrapped his arm around her shoulder and drew a deep, shaky breath. "You'll have to kill me too, then."

"Okay," Tony shrugged. He aimed his gun.

"I love you, Lamis," Lester said and rested his forehead against the top of her head. A single tear tracked down his flabby cheek.

"I love you too," she hitched.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

A murder of crows was startled into flight, their exosus a black mass blotting out the sun.

In the clearing, a murder of OCs.

"That's that," Tony said. He slipped the gun back into his shoulder holster, and he and Flagg's other characters walked off into the sunset.