#Pizza Tower fic

[cutechan555]

Gnome forest comic script/idea

Brick : *Squeak*

Gustavo: Hm? Why are we doing this? To help him of course! He needs rest

Brick : *Squeak*

Gustavo: huh? Why am I even helping him? He needs it!

Brick : *Squeak*

Gustavo: Yes he does! Have you seen how lost and scared he was at the first escape?

Brick : *Mildly irritated squeak*

Gustavo: He's wary of me right now but he'll eventually warm up and he's gonna be my friend

Brick: *Squeak squeak*

Gustavo: He's not a bad person I'm sure of it,his current circumstances probably doesn't show the best of him but I have a feeling that deep down he's a nice guy maybe he just needs a chance... just bear with me, okay?

Brick : *Defeated squeak*

Gustavo: Yep! You can't change my mind! Now let's get moving

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[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Pizza Tower (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gustavo & Peppino Spaghetti Characters: Gustavo (Pizza Tower), Peppino Spaghetti Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Suffering, Were-Creatures, Transformation, Body Horror, Cartoon Physics, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood, Blood and Injury, Angst with a Happy Ending, What-If Summary:

After his best friend goes through a horrific transformation, Gustavo is there to help him out.

[mariibound2003]

PIZZA TOWN, (CH 1) Full of Pasta-bilities

With the mighty Pizza Tower destroyed, it left many of its denizens stranded without a means of housing, until they all realized they could now inhabit the town nearby, the same town that our portly protagonist worked in, although having to see the same creatures and folks that he- sometimes- ruthlessly ran over and beat up was awkward, but! the past was in the past and most had let it go...

Admittedly the sudden flourish of newcomers made the town a more bustling, ideal spot to have a failing business in, Peppino wouldn't need to worry about paying off his debts for months with how many orders were coming and going, however the work began to pile up quickly and he was beginning to think he'd need to begin hiring people to help fill in, something he hadn't done since first opening...

Peppino went all out went he sent the ads, making sure to cover all his bases, from flyers, to newspaper ads, to online posts and even a billboard at one point, if he was going to find help, he'd need to be thorough, as such many potential candidates came and went, either being fired for doing something stupid, quitting on their own volition, or not even making it through the interview, it was exhausting and Peppino quickly realized why he didn't hire help before...

Peppino had just hired a Pizza Box Goblin as his latest employee, and for a total of three weeks all was well and good, despite Pizza Box Goblins usually having a fancy towards arson, this guy had a 7 out of 10 success rate, and was pretty careful around the ovens and fire, eventually on one fateful afternoon, Peppino trusted him well enough to run the shop while he was out getting ingredients, however perhaps he was too quick to relax...

"hey Georgie, I'm-a- ...b-back???" the pizza chef's jaw dropped at the state of the kitchen, things had been thrown and one of the ovens looked charred and broken, it smelt awful, nearby was Georgie and a person in a blue-grey hoodie, a short black skirt, white sneakers and a pair of navy tights, nobody he recognized, the person was firmly grasping and shaking a fire extinguisher aggressively at the Goblin, both parties shouting at each other...

"-YOU PROBABLY DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW HOW TO COOK THREE MINUTE NOODLES IN A MICROWAVE, YOU PINT-SIZED PYROMANIAC!! YOU DO. NOT. USE GASOLINE AND GUNPOWDER IN AN OVEN TO MAKE THINGS COOK FASTER!! " the hooded figured sneered, having the anger of a thousand suns in their tone, Georgie hissed in a nasally voice, "well then, since YOU think you know how to work in a kitchen, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE MY JOB THEN AND SEE HOW LONG YOU LAST?!" and with his tiny fist he'd rip his apron off and stomp away before Peppino could get a word in to stop him, he sighed in disbelief, "that's-a the second one this month..."

he turned to the hooded figure, who had set the fire extinguisher down by now, looking up at him, "...welp, sorry about the kitchen- and the lost employee-" they trailed off in an apathetic but sheepish manner, Peppino felt completely annoyed and distressed but kept his composure, "it's-a fine! really!... I-I've... uh... this is-a common problem lately" his shoulders slumped, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose while calculating how much it would cost to fix the oven, versus just scrapping the whole thing and eventually getting a new one...

the hooded figure nodded in understanding, feeling bad for the guy, eventually the tense, awkward silence would fall as a familiar looking flyer fell out of the figure's pocket, they pick it back up and shuffle a bit closer, "so... would now be a kinda bad time to ask for a job here?..." the stranger waited patiently to hear what Peppino would say, he had to think about it for a moment- was he really sure he wanted to take on another potential failure that would mess up royally or just leave when they get bored?...

"...do you-a have experience working in-a pizzeria?" he asked while looking very serious, depending on how they responded, he'd either be more or less relaxed with his follow-up questions, "not a pizzeria specifically, but I did take a part-time job in the cafeteria of my college and have taken cooking classes... so I know how to work in a kitchen." they explained, pulling their hood down to show their face, most of their features were round and pale, they wore a pair of gray, rounded glasses, their hair gradually went from a warm brown to an electric blue- most likely dyed- and was put into two low pigtails...

Peppino nodded, "alright, that's-a good... eh, have-a you operated a cash register before? and are you personable with customers?" he started to pick up some of the objects that had been tossed around, "only a couple of times, but I can figure out how to do it within an hour at most... as for customers, I think I can fake being social pretty well enough for that." they mused while helping pick up and putting things away...

"hm... educated, resourceful... not-a very social but at least is honest about it... I think-a we can work with this!... just-a one last thing, do you have a driver's license and or a car?" he leaned against the counter, "yeah, I have both-" "-you're hired!..." he cut them off and smacked the counter, "can you come in-a tomorrow at 6:00am? we can start-a your training and first shift then" Peppino couldn't help but have a slight smile on his face, feeling pretty hopeful this time, but just in case they decided to bail, "...but I'm going to tell-a you now, you won't get paid until the end of the month, I need to be-a CERTAIN that you'll actually stay... understood?"

"...yes, sir! understood" they nodded firmly, looking quite dedicated which was a good sign to the pizza chef, "call me Peppino, I don't-a really do 'sir' or 'mister' anymore..." he waved his hand dismissively with a slight cringe at the honorific, it wasn't really suitable for him he thought, "cool. I'm Hermen... erm... Marii Hermen" she held her hand out awkwardly, Peppino shook it, "welcome to the team, Herman!... even though it's-a just us" he murmured, still a bit salty over what just happened...

 they did a little more talking, moving out to the main room of the pizzeria, "-so... you just-a moved here?" he asked, "kind of a random-a place to move to right after college, I'd honestly think you'd-a do better in a more well populated area" he was one to talk since he moved here after college himself, but that was because he thought he'd have less competition to deal with, "oh, I'm uh... I'm not a big city girl, prefer smaller more quiet towns, y'know?" she shrugged, "plus it makes me feel more independent being on my own without anyone i know to help."

"I see... well, I can't guarantee this-a town is nearly as quiet as you're probably imagining, but-a it's an okay town, the folks here are-a nice enough to not give you troubles!... at least not right-a way..." he warned, getting a feeling that Hermen wasn't privy to the type of wack shenanigans that he had to endure, the girl huffed in amusement, "sounds almost like my hometown, I'm sure I'll be fine." she'd leave the counter and make her way to the door...

"6:00am sharp??" she called back while looming her hand on the push bar, "yes, please! no later!" he replied, Hermen nodded, giving him a slight smile and a single finger salute, "right on, see you then, Peppino!" she pushed the door open and left the pizzeria, having a slight pep to her step as she got into her truck and pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Peppino to try and clean up the remaining mess, he'd mutter in his mother tongue before trudging back into the kitchen to put the ingredients he had just bought away and to clean up his poor oven...

~time skip~

5:34am rolls around and Peppino would come lumbering up to his establishment, finishing up the coffee he had picked up along the way, and fishing his keys out from his pocket when he saw a familiar truck already parked in the parking lot, it's owner sitting criss-cross applesauce on the hood with a coffee of her own, looking like she was five seconds away from passing out- not that he could blame her, he wasn't much better off as mornings weren't his thing either, "you're-a early!" he called out as he approached, Hermen's head snapping towards him in surprise, relaxing once she realized who it was...

"gotta make a good first impression, no?" she swung her legs over the edge of the hood, chugging the last of her coffee and stretching her neck around, a few faint crunching noises emitting from her spine, Hermen thought to herself that she needed to get a new mattress once she started getting her paychecks, "I-a guess! normally i'm used to people being late or right on time... come on, we-a got a few minutes to get the place opened, then I'll-a show you how the register works" "say no more!" 

pushing the door open, crossing the threshold from the main floor back behind the counter, Peppino would boot the register up, giving her a few lessons and fake sales to get her used to using the device, like she promised it would only take her an hour to get the hang of it in between getting the pizzeria opened up and running, one thing Peppino hadn't really seen the others do, even if she didn't end up working in the kitchen, he had hope she would be efficient working the counter...

of course, he still showed her how he made his pizzas, since he couldn't be there all the time and would need to eventually leave her on her own, but that wouldn't be for a while until she proved she was going to stick around, he was still wary after all...

their first few customers/orders went by easily, if not a tiny bit clunky for her first day, but she handled it like a champ otherwise while Peppino was cooking in the back. Hermen did swear she felt and saw someone staring at her from just around the corner where the windows didn't reach, but didn't find anyone when she poked her head out, so she shrugged it off and went back to doing her thing... then the Noise showed up, slamming the poor door so hard that it hit the wall with a clatter, the glass wiggling like it'd fall right out then and there, giving Hermen a fright, "HEY ITALIAN MAN!! just got back from my trip to Vegas, didja miss me?!-" he had his arms splayed out proudly to match his elongated, closed-eyed grin, doing a little jazz-hand motion before waddling over and hopping up onto one of the red stools next to the counter, brushing his onesie off as he stood up...

"-hope you've got your pen and paper ready, because have I got a DOOZY of an order for ya! the flight back took a lot outta me, my arms are barking!" he laughed, then went on about his trip with a few jokes thrown in and at some point mentioned his order, but with how much he was talking it was hard to really tell, eventually though he noticed how eerily quiet his dear ol' arch-nemesis was being, "ey! Italian man! you even listening over there??-" he turned his head to glare at Peppino for not listening to his totally important and cool story, but he didn't see Peppino, instead he saw a very confused- if not mildly disturbed- girl that he hadn't seen before...

"oh. you're not Peppino!" he blinked, Hermen blinked right back, "no. no i am NOT Peppino!..." she shook her head, her tone reflected her mixture of confusion, annoyance and apprehension, at first she had thought Noise was someone's kid that had gotten loose- one thing she was deathly afraid of having to deal with as she was terrible with them- but his voice and mannerisms betrayed that assumption, so now she was certain he was either VERY "eccentric" or was on something, that was thankfully something she could handle if it was the case since she came from living in the city, and naturally had to deal with that type of thing often...

they would be in a silent stare-off for a minute, Hermen was about to go grab Peppino so he could deal with this tiny manlet that couldn't have been more then 3-4 feet tall and dressed in yellow, when said manlet spoke up again, "weeeell, since Peppino's not here, i might as well get to know you, Toots!~" he leaned against the counter suavely and winked, Hermen was uncomfortable, "i don't think so." she stated bluntly, cringing as she turned once more to grab Peppino, Noise wasn't getting the hint it seemed, "aw c'moooon!! just give lil ol' Noise-y a chance- i'm a very likable guy!" he begged, clasping his gloved hands together...

"...your name is 'Noise'???" she squinted, now fully convinced this guy was on something to pick a name like that, it wasn't even really a name, then again... neither was 'Hermen', "and don't wear it out, Toots! although it does roll off nicely on your tongue~" he did a weird, clicky, flirty growl, Hermen was getting tired of this and was about to tell this guy where he could stick it when Peppino came storming out with a broom, "YOU!- GET-A OUT OF HERE AND-A STOP PESTERING MY-A EMPLOYEE!!" he swatted Noise, but missed as he jumped out of the way, landing on the counter in a handstand, blowing a raspberry at Peppino...

Peppino, now extremely enraged, goes to swing at him again, Hermen narrowly ducking out of the broom's way as it smacked the counter with a THWACK!! Noise landing out of reach a few inches away, cackling like a hyena as he landed back on his feet and began to do a little taunt-dance, taking great delight in this torment, "you're losing your spark Italian man!! Maybe it's about time you go RE-TIRE!!" Noise put great emphasis on this to get under his skin and got another failed batch of attacks that he ducked and dodged with ease... Okay, this was starting to get ridiculous.

Hermen was about to turn around and call the cops to at least scare Noise off when he managed to wriggle the broom out of Peppino's grip and turned it on him, resulting in a bunch of incoherent yelling from her boss as he grabbed back on, and feral growling from the tiny man in yellow, as they half ran-half tussled to get the broom in their grasp in a cloud of cartoon-y smoke and limbs, which had moved out to the main dining floor. This goes on for several minutes until everything settles, the smoke dissipating and revealing a roughed-up Peppino with a prideful looking Noise stood on top of his gut, broom held aloft like a mighty battle weapon as he snickered.

"Noise, 1 today, and Peppino, 0! You are a looooser!" He grinned maniacally, flipping the brush part of the broom and went to shove it in his face, "THINK FAST, SONOVAVITCH!!" was the last thing Noise heard before getting clocked in the head with a plastic bucket thrown at 30 miles an hour, dropping the broom onto Peppino and landing a couple feet away, falling in the bucket headfirst. Noise wouldn't rest easy though as the bucket gets picked up and taken outside, roughly getting evicted via a kick to the bottom of the bucket that sent him tumbling in the air, all the way down into the street where he'd remain as Hermen huffed, "DON'T come back, or I'll beat the shit out of you and force feed your teeth N' eyeballs to your weeping mother!!" And slammed the door close as Noise only responded with a delirious half giggle-half groan.

Setting the bucket down, she goes to check on Peppino, "hey! You alright boss? That man was psychotic!" "Yes yes, i know... That's-a just how Noise is every time he comes in i'm afraid." He replied while sitting up, adjusting his hat a bit as he watched a disoriented Noise wander off, "waitwait- you haven't banned him yet??" Hermen looked perplexed now, the older man huffed a little at the comment, "oh no, he's-a been banned for years, he doesn't-a care at all and keeps getting inside to pester-a me. And the cops are literal pigs and-a won't do a thing about him!.." He grumbled while standing up, stretching and brushing the dirt off himself.

"Ah. I see.. That checks out." Hermen now understood a tiny bit more, even though her brain was still processing and confused by everything else, "but-a, with all that said. You-a handled Noise like a champ! I-a say you outdid yourself for your first day on-a the job!" Peppino praised, patting her shoulder like a proud father, "I think you're-a going to get quite far here, Hermen! Lots-a possibilities!... BUT, you still-a have a ways to go!" He encouraged, this managed a slight smile out of her as they went back to finish the day off.

~time skip~

"Here-a you go! A $1,800.00 check for the piggy bank as promised!" Peppino finishes writing the check out and passes it along, a month had finally come and gone with Hermen passing it by with flying colors, further impressing the older italian, "from now on-a, you'll be getting-a paid weekly, ehh- about $420.00 per week." "Heh, nice!.." Hermen chuckled, pulling her hood up over her head to block the cold out, tucking the check into her pocket while simultaneously pulling out her keys and making her way towards her truck, "look forwards to the weekly allowance, boss. See you bright and early tomorrow-"

"Oh! Actually hold-a on, I need you to do a favor for me!" Peppino called out, pulling a couple trash bags out from by the bushes in each hand, "I can't reach the top of-a the dumpster, but you probably could! So just toss these-a in and lock it up... Something has been getting into-a the dumpster recently..." He also passes along the key to the dumpster's padlock, telling her to just leave the key under the mat when she was done. With a soft sigh she takes everything and agrees, bidding him goodnight and walking towards the back alley of the building, having to drag the bags along the ground a few times with how heavy they were, she only had five steps to go when her foot went SQUELCH!

"The fuck???" Looking down she'd be met by a weird, pale, fleshy blob with black and white patches- that her shoe was slightly embedded in no less- it almost looked like dough that has been left out to rot, it smelt like it too, down to the musky, moldy, mushroom-y smell, Hermen couldn't help but recoil a few steps and dry heave in disgust, "grooooss!..." She wipes off her shoe in the dirt, giving the blob a wide berth walking to the dumpster, quickly tossing the bags, locking it up and swiftly walking back to the front as she began to feel like she was being watched again, instinctively looking at the moldy dough ball one last time before rounding the corner and hopping into her truck.

As the rumble of the truck faded, the blob sprung to life, dawning a couple eyeballs as it tumbled and rolled towards the dumpster, joined by a few other varying sized, colored, blobs, all congregating together at the base of the dumpster, climbing its side with ease and reached for the padlock, not needing a key as it oozed part of itself inside of the lock and shook it around until it popped open, allowing the mass to throw the door open and swarm inside, throwing garbage around until it found a few random items, the most prized one being a piece of plank. Satisfied with it's pillage, the mass swiftly leaps out of the dumpster- knocking out the singular light back there- moving over towards a small basement window and propped it open, a lumpy arm outstretching towards the shadows and gesturing for the rest of it's comrades to enter.

Like goopy, gurgling cockroaches, they make haste into the dusty depths of the pizzeria basement, finding anywhere and everywhere to nestle into until every last one of them was inside, leaving the first and biggest the last to enter as it makes sure the coast was clear, only noticing a simple little rat scuttling across the alley- which was quickly snatched up in a drippy appendage and eaten with giddy delight. That would be a good bedtime snack for now, having satisfied it's hunger, it carefully oozed in to join the rest, pulling the plank along and shutting the basement window behind it.

[kate-bot]

I just wanna thank you again for the art based on my fanfic! You had every detail perfect!! I appreciate it so so so so much!!!

EEEE OF COURSE!!!!! I’m so glad i got the details right!! I reread it a bunch of times to make sure I wasn’t missing anything LOL i’m usually quite bad at interpreting the details in fanfic but i think you did a really really good job of making everything clear … so im really happy i was able to do it justice!!! :D

Also i genuinely love them so much it was an absolute pleasure… i am obsessed with this being their origin story i will be first in line for the next chapter im so serious (no rush though heheh!!!)

[oneshotgremlin]

First impressions on Fake Peppino Friday (aka how Pep and Fep first met in my interp):

(Context: Back in the earlier versions of pizza tower, the tunnel chase was a lot harder, and there’s this one drop that immediately goes into an overhang. When I say that I tried SO many times to grab slide through it but because of how little space there was I just KEPT GRABBING AT THE WALL OH MY GOD

Anyways, I like to keep my failures in my interpretation. Adds a je ne sais quoi to some of the character dynamics [judgement and concern])

No because this is actually so funny if you think about. Imagine being in Fake Peppino's shoes, right?

You're alone in in your restaurant. Waiting. Anticipating. And then you hear it. Footsteps.

You turn around and you see...You. You, but not. The You you've been watching on static riddled TV screens. The You you've heard your pizza-headed creator curse out so much, yet fail to measure up to.

It's the You you should've been.

You scream and you scream with him. "He can't get past you. Don't let him get to staff only." It's the one task your creator drilled into your head, above pizza making.

You attack.

And you can't keep up with him as you fight. Even in person, giving everything you've got, even getting some hits in, you still fail to compare to him.

But when the floor beneath both of you breaks, and he speeds away running for his life, he crashes into an overhang in the tunnel you've fallen in.

As he panickedly scrabbles against the dark stone, you finally catch up to him and. Bite. Down.

The world goes black. Then you're standing back in your restaurant. You aren't entirely surprised, nothing truly stays dead or destroyed in this tower. From the levels to the pillars to even the people, they all come back one way or another.

You hear footsteps. You turn around.

It's You.

...[TWO HOURS LATER]...

Oh Cheesus Crust it's You again.

You don't know how many times he's gone through your boss room, and at this point you're too afraid to keep count.

He doesn't even scream after walking in anymore. Neither do you. You're unspeakably worried for this man's sanity, assuming that it exists in the first place (you're less and less sure it does with every reattempt he makes).

You're not actually sure if he's even trying to get past you at this point. If anything he's decided to have a blood feud with one particular overhang in the tunnel and is somehow sorely losing.

Again.

At this point, you're pretty confident you know every single Italian and American swear in the global lexicon, along with some new ones that were invented within the last two hours alone.

As you once again catch up to him, you don't even bother biting him. Clearly getting repeatedly crushed into pulp is not the deterrent it is for every single other creature in this tower. You scruff his shirt with your teeth and carry him out and he just lets you like he did for the past hour or so. Soon enough he'll be back re-doing the same song and dance you've done for 2 hours straight before racing off to fistfight The Wall.

You don't know what this man's malfunction is but maybe you should be a little grateful that you aren't entirely like him after all.

(Bonus doodle for the peeps that read through it all):

[zedortoo]

Pizza tower writers of you're out of ideas could you PLEEEEEASE write about these guys I'm STARVING for fics. WASTING AWAY. Anything at all pretty please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[buttercup-barf]

You know what? Fuck you. [indulges myself]

I thought I wouldn't fall for him. I never liked villains. There was, like, one or two exceptions. BUT HE CHANGED SOMETHING IN ME, MAN.

Same drawing, I just added some shadows, and scribbled in a menacing eye spark for him in the second one.

If you recognise the name "Valentine", first of all - you are a simp, and second of all - yeah, same. This is pretty much how I envisioned him in the fic, when he's already older, and "showing off". I love men.

[fakepeppinomybeloved]

hey you should read the fic Scopophobia by @rapono-writes-stuff its prob my new fav peppi fic : )

[stevyguts]

greetings pepstavo likers

[purpleoffbeat]

who up peppin' they noise

[rolex-kaard]

erm,, drew something for @rapono-writes-stuff's pizza tower fic i hope you dont mind !!

putting it under a readmore bc im shy

(some of the cropping is weird please open the images!)

[frostinepac3]

I had alot of angry dogs on the backburner.

Extras under the cut lol

[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Noise x Noisette FanFic) (Part 1)

Hi ok so for starters, this is just my interpretation of how Noise and Noisette came to be. This is based off my headcanons and such, NO PART OF THIS IS CANON. This is fan fiction, so be prepared to be cringe. I am cringe, but I am free. Please be patient on updates and grammar/punctuation corrections. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Hazel grumbled as the sound of her alarm ringing woke her up. She sat up and stretched, rubbing her dry, tired eyes. She lived alone in a small house, but the emptiness made it seem so big. She reluctantly crawled out of bed and walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth. It was four in the morning, earlier than most people can even think of waking up. She brushed her hair as she hummed. Slowly but surely she felt more awake. She put on a white t-shirt and topped it with her favorite pink skirt with overalls. She slipped on her favorite pair of red heels, but they weren't the tallest as to not squish her toes. Finally, she slipped on her pink bunny mask to finish her look. She left her home and locked the door behind her.

The sun was starting to rise and shone through the windows of the tower. She couldn't see all of it, but the tiny amount of clouds colored pink and purple by the sunlight was enough to make her smile. Hazel clutched her purse tightly as she walked through the slum. She hated the location of her cafe, but she was still so grateful to have one. She swiftly unlocked the front door, the bell above it rang as she walked in. She sighed in relief. Another day, another dollar, she thought, as she turned on the lights. She readied the coffee makers with clean filters and freshly ground coffee. The aroma of such filled the air. The bell rang as someone walked in the door.

"Mornin', Hazel!" The Vigilante slithered in with a smile on his face. He made his way to the counter and lifted himself up on the stool. "Morning, Vigi!" She greeted him enthusiastically. "You're up early today!"

"Yep," he responded, "it's hay day. Cuttin' down the field and shuffling the hay so it can dry... It sure does take a while. By the time I finish, it'll be sundown."

"So what can I get'cha today?"

"The usual."

She grabbed a mug from the shelves beneath the counter and poured the dark silky coffee, leaving a little room for a couple of sugar cubes. She handed it to The Vigilante, and he immediately took a sip before the coffee could even cool.

He sighed happily, "Just how I like it. Thank ya kindly."

Hazel smiled in reply. "I've been thinking about serving food in here."

"Oh yeah?" He smiled. "Like what?"

"I don't know," she hummed with thought. "I want to do something unique. I feel like every cafe does the same thing, I want to be different. It's always donuts, sandwiches, blah blah blah."

"Hmph... Maybe somethin' like pastries?"

"Uhhh... Maybe. I don't know, that's not super special. I want to do something you've never heard of. Something like... Peas and cherries!"

The Vigilante silently stared at her in horror.

"Get it? Like peas and carrots, but instead of carrots, it's cherries!"

He smiled hesitantly. "Yeah, uh... How about something... different."

She frowned. "You're right, that idea stinks! I'll think of something better."

While she took out a small notepad and took inventory, The Vigilante sipped on his coffee quietly while he read the newspaper. Hazel was a bit disgruntled, she hated doing inventory. It was so boring to her. Even being a small business had its tolls. She always dreamed of having her own cafe that was more unique than the big corporate ones, but she dreaded the side work that didn't involve making coffee and chatting with costumers. Even worse, business was slow. Days were long and grating. She hoped that maybe food would bring in more customers, but she feared that some of the questionable gangs from The Pig City nearby would put her business at stake. The Vigilante always insisted that he would be there if anything happened, but she didn't like depending on him. What if it took him too long to get up to the fourth floor? The thugs would've been long gone before he even stepped out of the elevator.

The Vigilante put his empty mug on the counter. "Well, dear," he spoke, "I better get goin'. Fields ain't gonna harvest 'emselves."

"Alright, Vigi. Thanks for stopping in!"

He tipped his hat as he walked out the door. "Anytime."

She sighed and rested her head in her arms on the counter. Once again, the cafe was empty and quiet, too quiet for her liking. She flipped on the T.V. in the lobby. PTV was on with those BORING shows about the history of pizza and pizza people. It hadn't had any new content in so long, but it was good background noise as she attempted to scrub those stubborn stains on the counter. Those stains were there before she was, and no matter how hard she tried, they stayed. They were so frustrating for her. She felt that they made her look lazy and dirty, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

The bell rang again as the Pig City police force entered the cafe. "Morning, fellas," she greeted them. One tipped his hat at her while the others went to the booths. She walked over and handed them the small menus. The size of the menus haunted her as she felt that her cafe was lacking something. The Piggy Police quickly gazed over the menus as they found what they wanted. One by one they handed the menus back to her. "Y'know, ma'am," one spoke, "NTV has a crazy new show going on."

"Oh," she aired, "which one? I know they've got a few projects in the works."

"Ahhh, I think it's the one where he plays as the detective."

"Noise of the Unknown?"

"Yeah, that one! I think it premieres a couple times today."

"I'll change the channel," she tapped the menus on the table to straighten them out. "I'm sick of this PTV channel, anyways"

Hazel headed back behind the counter, quickly changing the channel to NTV before she began to work on the cops' orders. One coffee with frothy cold foam atop, another coffee with cream and two shots of espresso, an extra sweet cappuccino, an iced coffee with vanilla syrup. She was slightly swamped with orders, but she was happy to finally be doing something. She served those coffees to the first booth then headed to another booth to take their orders. She rushed back to the counter to work on the new orders. The bell rang as yet another customer walked in. "Be with you in one minute," she called out. She was focused intensely on her work that her surroundings disappeared. A hot black coffee with six sugars, a coffee with milk and mocha sauce, another cappuccino with hazelnut syrup and sugar. She collected the empty dishes from the first booth and rushed back to the counter. "That's a familiar face on T.V.," said the stranger at the counter.

"Well, yea, that's The-" she was struck with awe as she turned around see the tower's biggest celebrity sitting right in front of her. "-Noise... Hahhhahhh... hi."

"Hey," The Noise spoke as a smirk grew across his face.

"You, that's uh... That's you." She grinned from ear to ear, completely flustered as her celebrity crush gazed into her eyes.

"Yeah, that's me."

"..."

"..."

"So, uh," she cleared her throat. "What can I get'cha?"

"I don't know yet, first time here."

"Oh, right, um-" she handed him a menu, "here. I'll come back to you in a minute."

She went over to the second booth, her heart now racing. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she was suddenly nervous. She collected the dishes from the second booth and then the first, putting them in the sink behind the counter. She printed out their receipts and handed it to them. The Piggy Police continued to sit and chat in their booths. She hastily made her way back behind the counter and approached The Noise, her heart still fluttering. "Anything catch your eye," she asked him. He looked up from the menu and winked at her. It took every bit of self control she had not to squeal.

"I'll have an iced coffee," he said, "shot of espresso, sweet cream, three sugar."

"Got it!"

Hazel rushed over to the freshest pot of coffee and poured it over ice. The Piggy Police came up to the counter to pay their bills as she quickly finished up The Noise's drink and handed it to him. They all paid but didn't tip, to her disappointment. A few cops tried to chat with The Noise, but he put his hand up and spoke, "Sorry fellas, I'm off the clock right now. Business only happens on the clock." They nodded to him and went on their way, their radios suddenly beeping in emergency. Hazel tried not to stare at Noise and kept her focus on washing the dishes. He finally took a sip of his drink, and his eyes widened. "Holy shit," he exclaimed. Hazel turned around in panic. "This coffee is amazing!"

"Oh, please," she smiled, "you're just saying that."

"No, seriously! This is the best coffee I've had in this tower." He took another sip. "I mean, a lot of the coffee you get in this place is pizza-flavored... I usually brew my own, but I have that little machine with the cups."

"I used to have one of those. Ironically, of course, heh..."

"It isn't the best, but it gets me going when we film early in the mornings... Or afternoons." He chuckled.

Hazel went back to doing the dishes and tried to give The Noise some space.

"Ya know," he started again, "I wanted to ask you something."

Hazel's heart dropped and her eyes grew wide. What was he going to ask? "Yeah? What's up?"

"The name of your cafe... what's up with that?"

"Oh... Oh! It's French for hazelnut! It's pronounced, 'nwa-zett', but everybody thinks it's 'Noise-ett'... I promise it's not named after you, no offense."

"That's..."

Her heart started racing again. Oh, god, is he mad, she thought.

"Hilarious!" The Noise laughed. "I can't believe people thought your cafe was named after me!"

She giggled with him, "Yeah! I thought it was silly. I corrected a few people, but it gets tiring."

"I can imagine." He drank his coffee. "You serve food here?"

"No. Not yet, actually. I'm hoping to serve food here soon enough, but I'm still debating what to put on the menu."

"You thinkin' pastries or somethin'?"

"No. Well, maybe. I want something unique. I don't know, though. I'm completely stumped. I mean, what hasn't been done?"

He listened to her as he continued to sip his coffee as if he hadn't drank anything in days.

"Funkin' Donuts and Farbucks have pastries and sandwiches," she rambled, "but I don't want to be like the big corporations! I want to do something different. I want my cafe to have a catch!"

The Noise's phone began to rang. "Sorry to interrupt you," he apologized as he answered the call. "Yeah, what's up? ... Ugh, really? I haven't even eaten anything yet... Alright, fine. I'll be there in ten minutes." He sighed in frustration. "Sorry to rush, but it looks like we're starting early today. What do I owe you?"

"Oh, don't worry about it. It's on the house!"

"No, please, I have the money, let me pay you."

"Alright," she handed him the receipt, and he paid her in cash. "Thanks for stopping in!"

"I'll be back eventually." He winked at her, and she giggled.

"I'll be here." She turned grabbed his glass and took it over to the sink to be washed with the rest of the dishes. The bell rang as he walked out.

-

With all the coffee pots washed and the machines cleaned, it was finally time to end her day at work. Hazel sighed as she went over to count the cash in the register. She glanced at the tip jar quickly, expecting it to be empty as usual, but... "Oh, my GOSH!!!" She exclaimed loud enough to echo through the cafe. A $100 bill sat in the jar, it was the only tip in there. She squealed as she took the money out of the jar. It made no sense to her; none of the police tipped. Hold on... That tip had to be from The Noise! She squeaked and hopped around. While her day wasn't close to ending, it was just made whole and complete.

[izelandzero]

I took an Artist's advice andddd... yeah I think it went well... using manga style

Here's PeppiBlast y'all! Based on AO3 fic :]

The link below!

Btw there's another doodle unfinished so imma post it tomorrow

Gud night 🌃

[livemedown]

Fic inspired by @jellazticious its kinda horseshit but I was in A Mood

[toastedjeans]

I like to believe Peppino and Gustavo used to be childhood friends. They were neighbors, went to the same kindergarten, and later the same school (although maybe not the same class; Peppino is a bit older, but perhaps he went to school a year later than usual?). They always played together, and Gustavo used to protect Peppino from Maurice when he was being mean to him. Since i headcanon Pep as trans, he appeared more like a girl during this time.

When they were teenagers (and Gustavo already had a crush on Peppino), Pep and his parents moved away without warning. They tried to stay in contact but it never worked out and they haven't seen or heard from each other ever since.

Then the war happened. I don't think Peppino would have transitioned yet, so he probably wasn't in the military. (Or he could have been drafted anyway cause Maurice didn't want to go, so Pep had to pretend to be him? They look pretty similar is all I'm saying. Idk.) Maybe his father was a soldier and was killed. His mom was absolutely devastated, and maybe seeing her so heartbroken made him develop an intense fear of the war. Or, more precisely, a fear of losing a loved one to the war.

Fast forward to a few years before the events of Pizza Tower. Gustavo was looking for a job when he stumbled across a Pizzeria in the middle of nowhere. He thought it was worth a shot, went in, and then he spots the owner. Why does he look so familiar? Until he realizes, that's his friend! He found his childhood friend after all these years, even if he's changed quite a lot. And then they grow closer and Gustavo's crush starts to emerge again