(Somewhere in Loser territory)
A small and inconspicuous cave was sitting on the side of a mountain top. If you saw it, you probably wouldn't even take a second look, simply passing it by and continuing. Maybe some rambunctious kids would try and explore it, however, this would put them on the missing and never found list as well as alert the SCP foundation if it existed, that is. That cave was the entrance to the real base of the Loser Queen. Two figures were in the room.
"It has been made my queen." one of the figures spoke.
"Yes, it has." the second figure spoke, "And I assume that Pfannkuchen has no idea about it?"
"Yes, my queen." Came a voice from the first figure. Alluring and sweet, especially to one man in particular (at least then).
"What excuse did you give him?" inquired the second.
A smile graced the first figure's face as she stuck her tongue out in a playful manner. "The usual," she casually remarked, tossing her head back and forth. "I told him we needed girl-time without an idiot around. Of course, I gave him the usual beatdown."
"Good," she mused, with clear joy on her face. Suddenly a strange mix of anger and sadness graced her face. " He did not fight back, did he?" she inquired through gritted teeth.
The first figure gave a pouty lip. "Yeah," she said in a way that a toddler would, a fake cry if you will. "He lifted his arms to protect his face," she said through tears and sobs.
"He will receive punishment," said the second.
***
Pfannkuchen was sitting in a dark room with a table in front of him and a conveyor belt beside him. This was his workroom, where he slaved away for hours on end in the dark and damp room. He was currently using the powers of simp to make anime armor for the army of Losers to work with. They would be outfitted with armor and weapons made of simp power. This was his current job. Suddenly, while making a chest plate, he grabbed his chest, breathing rapidly in pain. Black blood erupted from his mouth. The signature sign that one's powers were leaving them. He stilled himself, bearing through the pain. After all, this was nothing compared to the average day. He knew this pain well, this pain was the pain of losing one's power. He reaffirmed that he was in love with Nina and his power was returned. He had heard somewhere that a simp, no matter how strong, can only simp for so long. This was certainly true.
***
The Owner was inspecting his army. Every bot and soldier was standing rank, all equipped with top Gucci armor that could stop almost anything a normal human could throw at them. The Owner knew it was time. It was time to attack. The formal declaration was sent out.
"This here-by is a formal declaration, that the Loser Queen will be held responsible for any and all crimes related to warfare, as this a has been declared a coup d'etat. Any and all persons/places/things that are associated with the Queendom of Losers will be executed/burned/incinerated…"
***
Back in the Loser Queendom, a battered and bruised Pfannkuchen walks onto a stage and delivers a speech that is written down and given all around.
"This day will be the downfall of the Tyrants," applause echoes all around and cheers can be heard throughout the Loser capital. "They have oppressed us, manipulated us (ironic), and used us. NO MORE! We will stand up today! Forever More! FOREVER ALWAYS! WE STAND! AND WE WILL GET OUR REVENGE!"
There was much more about finer details, but the gist was out. Thousands of people cheered as the capital roared. If you were on a mountain, you would figure it had exploded and you were about to die. The words were out. War had been declared and both sides planned to make it happen.