Author's Notes:

Dedicated to JumpJump (JumpAroundJumpJump), the single most influential artist in this entire fandom, and my greatest inspiration for joining the Loud House community in the first place. Your art is wonderful. It is beautiful. It is devious. It is exciting. I sincerely hope that it's not true; that your accounts were hacked and deactivated. I have no idea if you read anything of mine, but I had to write this to show you that you are, in fact, appreciated.

This is something I've never done before, but you know me, haha... I'm so sentimental. I hope you enjoy this message and take it to heart.


TO THE GREATEST AMONG US

Lincoln Loud steps into the living room, his head hung somberly, his hands in his pockets. He turns toward the fourth wall and chuckles.

"Heh, you've finally done it."

He scuffs his shoe against the ground.

"If you don't know now, you will soon."

He looks up at his audience, and doesn't even try to smile.

"Deactivating deviant, tumblr, and pixiv accounts all in the same day sends a strong message. You know, maybe the author scripting my movements and speech is jumping the gun with this… but we're no fools. Especially when we're bombarded by a message… The evil has finally been defeated."

Lincoln straightens his back, clasping one hand over his other wrist as he stands at attention in the center of the room.

"It certainly appears that the greatest of us has finally fallen."

A tear gathers in Lincoln's cheek.

"When the author first found this show, he was in a tough place. But your art… if you are out there and you are listening to my scripted monologue… You were truly amazing. For better or worse, you, my friend, will forever be the face of the Loud House fandom. There is no one else more well-known. No one else with a greater impact. No one else who has dozens of tags pop up in Google suggestions because of the popularity and reach of your work."

Lincoln turns his face to the ground… as the sun is darkened by clouds and the light flutters until it dies… when he looks back up, his face is tear-stained, but grinning.

"And you… who thinks you've done us a service by destroying the freedom of expression, of speech, of artistic liberty. In a general way, the best authors and artists get along and even help each other, even though they don't support each other's work in all events. But you have attempted to destroy that."

Lincoln laughs evilly.

"Oh, yes, you have certainly sent to us… to the cutest and safest artists on DA… to the wildest and craziest people across the board… and even the authors with unrestrained imaginations on FFN… a strong message. Now, let us reply…"

A shadow splits off from him, as another Lincoln Loud steps from behind his back, laughing maniacally.

A third steps off in the other direction.

They rapidly multiply until the room is full of laughing Lincolns.

And then, they all turn to the fourth wall and salute an artist truly worth the praise.

The original Lincoln Loud steps to the front and winks at the fourth wall, at everyone watching, with a tilted smirk.

"If you cut off one head, two more shall take its place."