TheBodaciousE washed his hands in the kitchen sink, then dried them on a towel. He just got done molesting his fifteen little boy since being released from prison (where he was in AD-SEG because he was a pedo bitch who'd get fucked up in general population). The boy was curled up on the floor sobbing so hard his little white cowlick shook. E would cry too if his ass got split by three inches of hard steel.

"Are you hungry, little boy?" E asked huskily. The sound of this kid's crying was turning him on again.

The boy shook his head.

"Alright," E said, and went to him, kneeling. The boy cringed. "I'll take you back to the park, but if you tell anyone, I'll kill you and all those girls I saw you with, okay?"

The boy nodded.

E got to his feet just as a knock sounded at the door. Who the fuck was this? "Stay here and don't make a sound."

In the living room, E brushed his fingers through his natty ass neckbeard in an attempt to make himself presentable, then opened the door.

When he saw who it was, his blood froze.

Flagg1991 and Emms stood on either side of a Hispanic woman with a purse around her shoulder. A dog's head was poking out. It looked mean as fuck.

"H-Hey, g-guys," E trembled like a bitch.

Flagg and Emms were guys he knew from Discord. They scared the fuck out of him, but he tried to hang with them anyway. He assumed the woman was Laquifa, Em's girl.

"Yo, I somethin' out 'bout yo ass," Em said.

Uh-oh. "W-What's that, sir?"

"That you're a fuckin' chomo," Laquifa said and jammed her finger into E's scrawny ass pigeon chest.

A lump of icy terror dropped into E's stomach and his hands shot up, palms out. "N-N-N-No, I swear, it's not like that. I paid my debt to society."

Lincoln Loud picked that moment to sob loudly.

Flagg's face darkened. He snatched E by the front of his My Little Pony shirt and shoved him aside, then entered, followed by Em and Laquifa. In the kitchen, Flagg saw the little boy on the floor, his clothes tattered and his pants around his ankles. "Oh, my God," he said.

E shook with fear.

Flagg knelt and put a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. "Did that man molest you?"

The boy nodded. "Three times," he hitched.

Flagg's head whipped in E's direction: The pedo's face was pale.

"You nasty motherfucker!" Laquifa screamed. She flew across the room, and E screamed. She clocked him in the mouth, and he fell against the wall. She hit him once, twice, three times: His nose gushed blood and bits of shattered teeth fell from his mouth.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and flung him into Flagg's waiting arms. Flagg snaked one muscular, tattooed forearm around E's neck and squeezed, cutting off the molester's oxygen supply. Em punched E in the stomach, and his spleen ruptured. He hit him again, and his kidneys stopped working.

Flagg shoved E away, and Laquifa battered E's head with a flurry of punches; he cried out and threw his hands up to protect his face, but she simply moved onto his stomach. Flagg slipped behind him and dropped to his hands and knees like a baby. Laquifa shoved E and he fell over Flagg with a faggish squeal.

Em mounted him and wrapped his freakishly large Russian hands around his puny fuckboi throat. E's eyes widened and he gasped for breath. "Fuck your bitch ass," Em snarled, spittle flying from his lips and splattering E's face.

Flagg jumped to his feet and lashed out, kicking E's head: Blood burst from his lips and nose. Laquifa knelt and punched E in the forehead. "You bitch ass MOTHERFUCKER!" she yelled."

Dime leapt out of Laquifa's purse, sprang forward, and latched onto E's underformed little nuts. E screamed and thrashed as the dog ripped his junk off and ate it whole.

When he was dead, they stomped his body into bloody pulp, then took Lincoln to the hospital. They were hailed as heroes and lived happily ever after.

THE END.