#build your own peppino

[pizzabox-box]

Is it possible if Peppino will come back to life in the Dead Man Walking AU?

Unfortunately I don't think that's a possibility.He got his head bit off, there's no recovering from that.

(Excuses, you make anything happen)

..But! purely hypothetically there could be a way to bring him back.

Okay, so what if we (purely hypotheticaly) build a new Peppino? All we need is a body and a soul. And it's been already established that his spirit is hanging around..yapping, interupting my blogs..

The only thing we need is a body. Where do we get a body? Well,he's a ghost of some sorts, I'm pretty sure he could just posses somebody, but that's finicky and unethical. No, we need a clean slate. We need a body without a mind. Where do we get this? Cloning vats. "But all of the cloning vats were destroyed when the WAR exploded, and even if some survived they probably got crushed under the rumble!"

Hah, that's not an issue! We build the cloning vats from a scratch! Pizzahead figured out how to do it, so how hard could it be?? Now we have to find out how to make a proper clone, preferably without a mind of it's own...uhh..ummm. Hmp. We will figure that along the way!

If noone else here has any better idea, let's get to work!

[nickywhoisi]

so how did Pizzahead get the means to make a bunch of Fakinos anyway???

this is my headcannon for that lol

Peppino does not live on a ground floor btw....

Apologies for the hard to see linework here and there, I tried my best but it's not easy making a comic old-school style where you need one pose to be the same at all times. But I still managed, and am very happy with it! Also these are my designs for them both since I'm finally figuring out how to consistently draw them, especially Pizzahead; I gave him vague hair curls to make him seem like...almost human? Totino-ish? Not really tho XP

This was made over the span of quite a few days so I hope you enjoy! pchooooooooo

Reblogs > Likes, Thank you!

[technically-a-kiwi]

🌌TRUEST OF TRUE ULTIMATE VERSION OF Mc FUCKIN' HAD IT OF TRUEST COSMIC AU🌌

Or Cosmic AU for short

That's right ! The final version's here ✨✨✨, it doesn't mean I'll stop posting about the AU, but I'll stop writting stuff and stories and shit, well, maybe not stories but DEFINETLY world building, it's a multiversal otherworldly fourth wall breaking self aware AU so whatever. Anyways, LET'S GOOOOOO !!!!

And now, for the moment you've been waiting for !

THE LOOOOOOORE 💯💯💯💯💯

Peppino and The Noise killed eachother and are now gods

The end ✨

Characters :

Cosmic Peppino, The Chef

Cosmic Noise, The Host

Cosmic Pepperman, self absorbed drawing

The ticket stand, a face in the void

Noisette, the little star traveler

Where are the other characters you may ask ?

THEY'RE IN THE REALM OF I-DON'T-CARENESS OKAY ?!!! They're not gone, I just litterlay don't care enough to mention them anymore okay ?! If you want to do stuff with them go ahead, but I won't, I'm DONE 👹👹👹

Now, small note, the cosmic realm holds many kinds of entity, with titles as diversed as its people. Just know that C Pep and C Noise specifically are cosmic entities and the ONLY cosmic entities of the realm, and are thus not bound by laws of physics, reality, panels, chronologie, are self award, fourth wall breakers and most importantly absolutely omnipotente.

Yeah it's ridiculously overpowered and weird for silly pizza game characters, but who cares ?! This is my AU boi !

No need to develop on Peppino much, I've already made plenty of posts about him, he's quite developed as it is. An italian creation god...thing, that bakes things into existence, C Pep is either stressed out or tired or furious, and flames up like a bonfire when emotional.

Although I gotta mention, I kind of changed his perspective on mortal beings. He does have basic respect for people, he sees them a little spects sure, but he wouldn't actively undermine them. He doesn't get upset much when something happens to populations, maybe a little "oh, that's a bummer" during tragedies, but not anything much, it's not a lovey dovey amount of care like for his kids. he just sees them as... tiny insect strangers of some sort, I hope it's clear enough.

Okay, I kind of want to develop some stuff, I don't know where else I could put this in the post anyway

C Pep is quite distant with people, he can engage in conversations sure, but he doesn't let much of anybody in, you know ? (Well, most people don't let strangers in, most saine people that is, everyone in the realm is insane anyway)

But with people he's familiar with, he's quite peachy

He considers Maurice like a little brother, he loves just hanging around, messing harmlessly with him a little, or just be here for him. C Pep enjoys his company since here Maurice is more cold than a jerk, plus they can hear from eachother when it comes to the struggles of raising a child on your own (yup there is a Maurice Jr.)

Since Peppino's a chef, he's been taking Maurice under his wing and teaches him some nice recipes.

He's a slow learner but he's progressing.

As for the constellations, he tries his best as a single father. He's a little awkward, especially when he needs to react calmly (calm and Peppino are two opposite thing on the chart) but he really tries his best to show the constellations he's here for them. Pep can relate with them on some things. He really loves them cares about them deeply. The constellations care about him just as much. It's an okay family.

Also, it's kind of awkward and I feel REALLY weird to write that, but on my earlier posts I said that he makes lots of mistakes as a parent, and to illustrate that I made him yell at Cassiopea, and suggested that it happened more than once. Now, the original plan was to show that he's terrifying when enragged and that his kids are worried about his outbursts, but instead I might of suggested that C Pep is kind of an... abuser? Okay, to set things strait, it's not the case, not at all, he loves his kids and would rip the very fabric of reality to protect them and make them happy, even if he's about to lash out at them his future self would come and stop him before he could causes any harm. It's very messed up considering that C Pep is basically an overpowered god and having defenseless beings at the mercy of his outbursts and yelling just sound sick and not at ALL what I was going for. It could have been interesting if I tried a story talking about the viscious cycle of abuse and how it caries on to the victime, since Peppino is canonically a victime of household abuse with his brother verbaly harassing him, but at this point it straines a little too far from what the AU is about. maybe I'll write something about it someday, but the chances are thin.

Okay I think that's all for Cosmic Peppino

Let's develop on Cosmic Noise !

Okay, so, Cosmic Noise here is a (not so) little chaos god, he just loves to mess around, most of his actions are for the sake of his own entertainment. He's either a very, very dumb irritating little gremlin or an absolute evil mastermind, depends on his mood. His "special ability", or should I say "quirk" is that he can summon text panels you see in earlier TV shows to make the crowd react.

I didn't draw this but sometimes he can be a helping hand in stories, giving hints to the hero's journey, but he'd NEVER physically intervene in a story to help, that's just... not like him... besides if he helps it's generaly because he wants to move the plote along, not because he's nice.

You can just feel that he wants to annoy you just by the way he's moving, interacting with people, he just floats aroud you, takes all the available space, constrains you, he just wants to put you out of your confort zone, see how much he can play until he crosses the line

And sometimes he can go pretty far to see how much you can handle before you crack

As for NNS, C Noise's TV show, it's quite a strange enviroment, the studio takes a good chunk of the cosmic realm (also fun fact, C Noise's cape is a window and a portal to NNS's studio !) it doesn't have a clear schedule. The number one rule is to be as entertaining as possible. Oh, and literaly nothing makes sense and is absurde, just like The Noise

That's the only thing I drew, but there's so much more stuff he does in the show, like news broadcasting, here's a little moodboard to give you an idea

there's stuff like extreme parcours, a hide and seek game where the contestant must find him in a random area (most of the time hostile areas), dilema games where he films people having to solve a tough dilema etc... Just as long as it's exaggerated and absurde it's good.

Also, (not a) fun fact ! C Noise can see through his cameras as if they where his eyes, and his cameras are everywhere filming 24/7. He knows all the things you keep to yourself, all the awkward and dark things you did, he saw that, and can compilate all those moments into a film if he wants, so be careful with what names you call him, he might try to prove you he's far worst than just annoying.

And now, for the cosmic duo.

Cosmic Peppino and Cosmic Noise are... quite an unique duo, per say ?

Since an image speaks a thousand words, I'll just let my doodles show how their dynamic works

Part 2 | Part 3

[sirtotallynotatimetraveler]

I made a Pizza Tower AU! : Candy Castle

So the jist of it is, it’s a Swap AU, based off of the hit fangame Sugary Spire, but Instead of swapping the personalities and roles of the characters, it just swaps the roles of the characters, keeping the personalities of the characters the same. This AU idea was inspired off of the Undertale AU TS!Underswap that does the same thing. Some swapped roles are based of Sugary Spire and some are just my idea.

In this AU, Peppino never went into war, (yes i know that McPig said it wasn’t canon but shhh), because of that, he never got his pizza business going. He instead became shrouded in debt, needing to work unfulfilling dead-end jobs to make ends meet, as his involvement as a war veteran actually paid the bills and the pizza shop he could have bought. Instead, Theodore/Teddy Gobbstopper (The Noise), a New Yorker stereotype, sugar-obsessed candy confectioner buys out the building that would’ve became Peppino’s Pizza Shop, now named “Teddy’s Candy”.

 A corporate candy company builds a nearby castle/factory across from Teddy’s candy shop. The money hungry boss of the company sends his mascot of the company, Granny Candydimples who warns Teddy that they’ll smash his candy shop with a comically large hammer if he doesn’t do anything about it. Teddy gives in, pops in a few butterscotch candies in his mouth and sugar rushes to the Candy Castle at Mach 4 speed. 

Some Tidbits of the Characters shown so far! : 

Teddy Gobbstopper - The Noise:

He gained his earnings as a TV show actor for half of his life. As a sugar-addicted maniac, he’s always been relying on candy to aid his needs at all times. His love for candy sparked his desires to become a candy maker and is the reason why he’s always on a never-ending sugar rush, annoying the hell out of people when he’s around others.  But because of rival corporations stealing his customers, he’s become in debt.

Suzy Sugarplum - Noisette :

She owns a separate candy shop of her own and is also affected by the rival candy corporation. Teddy and Suzy fell in love after meeting in the Candy Castle, although Teddy tries to hide these feelings. She later tames a hedgehog named Sock. She’s very optimistic and silly, but she means serious business when it comes to candy sales.

Mr. LollyStick - Pizzahead:

He’s Teddy’s landlord and accountant who always bugs him to pay his bills by acting overly annoying in a joyful type of way, popping out of absolutely nowhere and playing endless pranks if you don’t pay your taxes on time. While he doesn’t care about the money as much, he does want to make ends meet.

Captain Crackle - Peppino Spaghetti :

Full name, Peppino Ravioli Crackle, has been in debt for years, trying to work his way into finally fulfilling his lifelong dream of owning a Pizza Parlor. He’s been subjected to signing a painstaking lifelong contract of selling his likeness to be the mascot of a sugary cereal brand, Captain Crackle, a joyful, charming cereal pirate roaming the 7 milky seas. He even had to change his last name as part of the contract. He’s a short-tempered anxious mess, constantly wondering if he’ll make it out of debt and out of a job he hates. He seeks comfort and joy out of the little time he has out of work, making pizza and singing opera tunes in the kitchen.

Mr. Gus - Gustavo :

Like Peppino, Gus, full name Gustavo, also is in debt, hoping to also open a restaurant of his own. He’s Captain Crackle’s sidekick who does most of the work and he’s also a bunny themed mascot for his own cereal Chocklinz, where he always gets bullied by goblins who tell him “Chocklinz are for Goblins”. He secretly works on the side as a bartender at a hidden place called Gus’s Soda Tavern. 

Oh, and here’s the Swap Chart! :

The Noise <--> Peppino

Noisette <--> Gustavo

Pizzahead <--> Mr. Stick

Snick <--> Brick

Gerome the Janitor <--> Pepperman

The Priest <--> The Vigilante

The Fake Peppino counterpart would be a Fake Ted, but maybe instead of being like a mutant science experiment maybe it will be a weird rusty robot version of Teddy,

Granny Pizza (The pizza that guides you through the tutorial and stuff) <--> Pizzaface

Mort The Chicken from the hit game Mort The Chicken <--> Cookie Blair from the Copyright Hit game Cookie’s Bustle 

I’ll be making a Part 2 in the near future! Stay tuned fellas!

(Oh, and if you want to make fan art of my AU, please do! Just be sure to credit me as the creator of the AU and link my blog page!)

[manicplank]

Man, I just LOVE your headcanons!💜🥺

So I wanted to ask if you could do one related to "How do they like to spend a cold/snowy day with Reader?"

(sorry if anyone has asked this before)

Snowy day with the reader

This one is LOOONG so buckle up. (It's more of short stories rather than small headcanons. I liked this prompt.)

Gustavo: He doesn't like the cold, but he thinks the snow is beautiful. However, he prefers to stay inside where it's warm. He asks you to come over and help him try out a new recipe. He wanted to make some soup but wasn't quite sure what kind he wanted to make. You suggest (your favorite), and he thinks it's a good idea. The two of you take turns reading the recipe and putting ingredients together, all while trying to keep Brick from eating it. Ta-da! The soup comes out fantastic, and the two of you are proud. And Brick got some for being a good boy.

Peppino: He despises the cold. Instead of going out and doing something exciting, the two of you stay in the warm. You suggested a movie for him (insert your favorite movie here), and he asked if you'd like to come over and watch it with him. You, of course, said yes. He welcomes you in and apologizes for the house being a messy, even though it isn't so bad. He asks if he can make you a drink; your choice of coffee, tea, or hot cocoa. He makes the drinks and you two sit to watch the movie. He ends up falling asleep halfway. You wake him up after the movie ends. He's completely embarrassed. You told him you let him sleep because you figured he needed it. He apologizes a million times and offers you to come back and do it again another day.

Mr. Stick: Another one who despises the cold. He prefers indoor activities, whether they be at home or in a building. You two were supposed to hang out, but he came up with an idea. He wanted to take you to a casino and go gambling. You explain to him that you're much of a gambler and that he probably has a gambling problem. He shrugs and suggests an even better idea; an arcade. The two of you end up in an arcade where you play laser tag. You win, of course, and he challenges you to mini golf. You were winning, but you drew back and let him win this one. He was super happy. Afterward, the two of you head out for a nice meal at a fancy place which he insisted on paying for.

Pepperman: He doesn't like the cold. In fact, he's easily susceptible to frostbite since he's a plant. He can't really go outside, so instead, he invites you to come to his art studio. You're reluctant, thinking he might have something weird in mind. However, when you get there, you see canvases, bottles of paint, brushes, and a few Bob Ross VHS tapes. "Hey," he greets you. "I hope you don't mind, but I think we should paint some snowy landscapes instead of going out. I know you're not the best artist, so we can do something simple." You smile. This little gesture was unusually sweet of him. You agree, assuming you won't be great at painting. As Bob Ross guides you, Pepperman does, too. Whenever you get confused, he pauses the tape and helps you out. You actually end up making a fantastic painting! He compliments you greatly and admires your art style. It was insane to hear that coming from a narcissist like him.

The Vigilante: He really doesn't like the cold all that much, so he invites you over for dinner. He asks what you'd like, and you ask for (insert your favorite food). He makes a face... He's never cooked that before. He's not quite sure it'll end up too well. You offer to help, and he accepts. He has a bunch of fresh meat and produce grown on the farm. You're amazed by it as most of the stuff in the tower is filled with junky preservatives or pizza flavor. He chuckles and explains that his family has always grown their own food. He tries to follow the recipe but keeps getting confused. You end up taking the lead. He's so embarrassed. He apologizes several times and does his best to help out. You both make a great team. You finish the meal and sit down to eat with him. He tells you all the stories about growing up on the farm, and you have a great meal.

The Noise: While he absolutely HATES the cold, he likes the outdoor activities that come with it. His favorite is of course snowboarding. He takes you to the slopes with him. Noisette didn't want to come with. She fell last year and is too afraid to go again. You check into the lodge and see him waiting for you. It felt weird for you to see him out of costume. You have your choice of either skiis or snowboard. (Insert your choice.) You sit together on the lift and chat a bit on the way up. WOW, is he talkative. The two of you get to the top of the mountain. You forgot to explain that you actually DON'T know how to do this, and before you can, he's already speeding down the slope. You follow behind him as best as you can, but your balance is horrible. You're going so quick! You see a ramp coming up. He takes the jump. You weren't going to, but you can't slow down or steer! You plummet flat into the snow. He comes over in a rush. He's red-faced and embarrassed. He forgot how extreme he can be sometimes. You end up needing to be airlifted to a hospital as you probably have a concussion. Oops...

Noisette: She likes the cold and the snow! The Noise went out snowboarding, but after she was injured last year, she didn't want to go. Instead, she asks you to come over and bake something with her. You're a little hesitant since her food skills can be... well... sometimes, it can be lethal. She asks what you would rather do instead. You say you'd love to do something in the snow. Hmmm... Sledding? No, she's too afraid to fall again. Then she suggests going out and building something. You agree. You two decide to have a snowman building competition. The score is based on timing, size, and aesthetic. The two of you race around the yard, picking up sticks and stones. She throws a snowball at you from out of nowhere, so you throw one back. The snowman building competition had suddenly become a snowball fight. By the end of it, you're both covered in snow, and some snow even got in your clothes. You go inside to warm up. "Oh, hey, guess what," she asks. You turn to her and she throws one last snowball in your face.

Fake Peppino: He HATES HATES HATES winter and everything about it! Snow? Cold!Weather? COLD! Frogs don't like the cold! You try to get him to come outside, but he doesn't budge. You even try throwing something out there for him to fetch, but he still won't move. Hmmm... You pile up some blankets and pillows and plop down into it. He seems confused at first, but you lay there and wait. Eventually, it clicks in his brain. He comes over and wraps around you like a cat would. The two of you enjoy a warm nap in a nest of pillows. He starts croaking in his sleep, which wakes you up. You also see him twitching a little. He's dreaming! You pet him on the head, accidentally waking him up. He pulls you under him and goes back to sleep.

Pizzahead: He doesn't mind the cold. He doesn't necessarily like it, but it comes with fun activities. He invited you to go ice skating with him, and you agreed. However, when you get to the rink, you see him dressed up in a beautiful outfit with sequins and glitter scattered all over. He even brought his own skates. You grab some from the rental and put them on. He has to help you walk over to the rink so you don't roll an ankle. He pushes you on gently. He then goes flying past you, doing all sorts of tricks and twirls. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," he calls out, "that I'm kind of really good at this!" He laughs. You try your best, but you can barely stand up straight. He comes over and grabs you, helping you stay upright. "See what I'm doing with my feet? Push your foot forward with half of your weight." You do so and almost fall, but he catches you. You try again, and you get it. Then you do it with your other foot. "Okay, now do a flip," he jokes. He grabs your hand and spins you around. Suddenly, you're going backward. "Yes, you've got it! Now lean into it and move your feet as if you're walking forward." You try to do so, but lose your balance and topple over. He skates over laughing. He helps you up. "Come on, now. Let's try that again."

Pillar John: He's ecstatic. He hasn't seen it snow in a while. He asks if you want to go sledding with him. You try to explain to him that you're afraid he'll crush you, but he insists you'll be fine. You reluctantly agree. You meet him at the bottom of a hill. It's huge! You tell him you're not sure you'll be able to get up there. "Don't worry," he says, "watch this!" He picks you up and puts you on top of his head. He runs up the hill like it's nothing. "Hold on tight!" He tosses you on his back as he dives face first down the hill. You scream in horror at first. Once you figure out what's happening, you're laughing with joy. You come to the bottom and hop off of him. He rolls onto his side, "Wasn't that great?" You laugh and nod. "Wanna do it again?" You smile and nod, and he tosses you back up on his head. The two of you do this for a good hour before he's tuckered out. You're shocked he never rolled over on you and killed you.

Gerome: You ask him if he's doing anything later, and he shrugs. So, you ask if he wants to do something with you, and he shrugs again. You suggest skiing, he says no. You suggest snowball fights, he says no. You suggest making a snowman, he says no. You finally ask him what he wants to do. He says that he'd rather read near a fireplace or watch a movie. You agree to a movie and ask which one he prefers. He says he'll watch whatever you pick. You pick your favorite movie, but you warn him that it might be a little boring since Peppino fell asleep during it. He says that it can't be any more boring than being a janitor. You two sit down and watch the movie, and he actually ends up enjoying it. Afterwards, he's much more cheerful and talkative. You tell him there's a second one, and he tells you to put it on.

-

I told you to buckle up.

[matt-imagines-popcorn]

Of course, I now finally start writing for a semi-popular game that came out recently, and of course, its bloody Pizza Tower. But ya’ll know damn well I'm not immune to Peppino propaganda so here it is.

Being in a relationship with Peppino Spaghetti

Peppino is, unsurprisingly, terribly anxious about the whole dating scene. For the longest time he believed himself to be too awkward, perhaps even a bit too old, for that sort of thing. So he never gave it too much thought. Most he’ll do is daydream about it on a slow day, thinking to himself how nice it’ll be before shushing the idea away. Nothing like that would happen to him anyways - at least till you came bursting into his life (and you can take the “bursting” phrase as literal as you want) and just turn him into a flustered mess 24/7.

He tries to take the initiative when it comes to affection but man … he’s not entirely used to it yet.  The two of you are hanging out when suddenly you start to lean against him, well then, expect a shaky (and most likely sweaty) arm to slowly come and wrap around you to slowly pull you in closer. Oh! Or he tries to be all romantic and slow dance with you? Well, he trips all over your feet and almost falls on his ass a few times. He gets better at it overtime but it's quite a journey.

Though, something he is good at (in terms of relationships) is gift-giving. He pays attention quite well and if you mention wanting something, he’ll most likely buy it for you when his budget allows him. Peppino has also gifted you flowers and cooked you meals when you feel out of it.

Almost everything you do, whether initial or not, turns him into a red mess. Your touch, your voice - Hell even something as small as a hug, something he generally has no problems with, makes him all flustered and struggling to speak. And don’t get him started on the nicknames you give him - he tries to give you nicknames of his own (usually Italian) but it makes him a bit embarrassed.  He slowly builds a tolerance to your almost deafening sweet behavior over time but even then, he still stutters quite a bit and his cheeks almost constantly have a pink hue to them around you.

Outside of gift-giving, I think quality time is also one of Peppino’s love languages. To him, simply chilling on the couch together chatting with one another (perhaps cuddling up to each other as well) is more than what Peppino needs to feel loved.  Especially with how busy he can be between managing the pizzeria and dealing with unwanted house guests (Most peculiarly Noise who just seems to barge in whenever he pleases it seems) he appreciates you still making an effort to spend time with him despite his chaotic lifestyle.

If he’s the one planning the date,  it's most likely going to take place within the comfort of his own home - being a bit of a homebody - usually eating and watching a movie. Peppino makes up for the lackluster scenery however with his excellent cooking! While he can cook pizza that could rival the Gods, he makes all kinds of dishes, and he's more than happy to receive suggestions from you! He gets so happy if you take an interest in helping out, gladly showing you how to make them (trying to ignore how close the two of you are at the moment).

If you are the one taking him out just note that Peppino gets overloaded rather easily and especially around people and loud sounds. He’ll try not to let it get the best of him but please, do keep an eye out for him.

Not terribly happy on how this one turned out. Might rewrite later on.

btw I am currently taking Pizza Tower requests (cause this bloody game has a chokehold on me) but I have no idea for how long though lol, if you wanna leave a request go ahead if not then I’m just gonna write PT stuff between normal requests till my hyperfixation is over

[phantomdoofer]

Tower Town, Chapter 21 - Lost and Found

Brando walked absent-mindedly out of the University building, holding his chin in his hand. He was deep in thought. What the old gnome had said had affected him deeply, more deeply than he had realized at first. To think that my family was so deeply tangled with all this. With Signore Peppino's. He'd always detested his father's family, not that there was much; he wasn't in contact with any of them. They were an insular, reclusive bunch. Let's be honest, they're terrible people.

It was one of the few things he appreciated about his father: he'd adopted his own father��s, and his father’s, disdain for the rest of their blood kin. After Bruno had disappeared, Brando had done some digging… and what he'd found appalled him. No wonder they wanted to break ties. Slavery, dirty trading, extortion, murder… the list of crimes had led on and on. Especially towards the other two Old Families of Italy, the Spaghettis and the Rossinis. The history between the Spaghettis and Tagliatelles had been especially cruel - the bitter rivalry, the backstabbing, the feuds… until finally a sort of terrible finale had occurred - the privateer Giovanni Spaghetti, known as “Bloodsauce,” had made it a personal crusade to wipe the Tagliatelles out… and for the most part, he'd succeeded. They had finally captured and executed Bloodsauce, but it was too late: the Tagliatelles’ company, the Mediterranean Trading Company, had collapsed, and the family had fallen into poverty.

The Spaghettis had finally gotten their revenge.

And now I work for one of them.

Brando felt no animosity towards his insegnante; in fact, he considered him a friend. Good thing I don't feel like holding a grudge.

And now it was even deeper: his ancestor, Gordo, had been a hero, and the three Founders had been friends, fighting together against this terrible Pizzamancer. Brando looked down at his hands, turning them over. Do I really have some sort of power, lying dormant?

He shook his head. I don't have time for such thoughts now. I have to check on Mama.

He stood straight, walking briskly to his motorbike.

~~~~

Fake crouched on the rooftop, shadowing the young man below. They'd been doing this for days now - watching their son in the only way they could. Even now, they were conflicted.

We should tell him.

No! He would reject us!

Are we so sure? He's an intelligent young man. He would understand.

After the way we treated him? We deserve to be rejected.

But it's dangerous! We could protect him better by his side!

No. Better to stay hidden.

Ribbit.

As Brando revved up his bike, Fake willed themselves to blend in. It was a new trick they'd learned - apparently one of their parts had possessed camouflage capabilities. He quickly climbed down the side of the wall, watching Brando speed away.

Fake leapt, keeping up with the motorbike easily.

We may not be able to stay by your side, figlio, but we can watch from the wings.

~~~~

Brando quickly locked his bike to the rack outside their apartment building, and slipped inside. The building owner watched pensively; it was getting late, and monsters sometimes prowled the streets. “Did you see anything out there, Brando?”

He shook his head. “They're usually not so bold as to roam the streets in daylight, Signore. But I understand.”

The man shuddered. “I'm afraid to even leave these days. Can't the government do something about these fiends??”

Brando walked over and placed a hand on the man's shoulder. “I can say with confidence that people are working on a solution, Signore.”

The man seemed to relax, but he narrowed his eyes. “How do you know, Mr. Tagliatelle?”

Brando smiled. “I have heard rumors, amico, nothing more. But I don't think the powers that be will tolerate this reign of terror much longer.”

The man smiled back. “It comforts me to hear you say that, young man.” He chuckled. “Still don't think I'll be going out much anytime soon.”

Brando laughed. “I don't blame you, Signore. Is everyone in?”

The man nodded. “You were the last, young man. I'll be locking up now.” He slowly walked over to the doors, locking them and pulling down a gate.

Brando was intrigued. “When did you install that?”

The man laughed. “I didn't. It was here when I bought the building, a leftover from the Great War, twenty and more years ago.” He shuddered. “Terrible times, lad, terrible times. So many died.” His gaze grew far-away, misty. “I can remember so many that were lost.”

Brando felt his heart sink. We were the lucky ones. “I believe my current employers are veterans of that war.”

The man turned. “If that's true, lad, then they have seen horrors beyond our imagining.”

“Did you fight, as well, Signore?” Brando asked.

The man shook his head. “I was already too old, lad. But… I saw the news feeds, heard the rumors.” He shivered again. “I can't remember much anymore, but the images of what those damned Demons did will haunt me ‘til my dying day.”

Do I dare ask Signore Peppino and Gustavo about it? Or Signore Giuseppe and Signora Anita? “Yes, sir. Well, I should get up to Mama. Have a good night!”

The man sat down, ratcheting a shotgun with shivering hands. “Make sure to announce yourself if you come down here, lad. Don't want to shoot you by mistake.”

Brando nodded. “Of course, signore. I hope you have a peaceful night.” He trotted up the steps, his mind whirling. So much death and sorrow has been visited upon this world already. And this horrible person, this… Pizzamancer… wants to add to it. He stopped. If I do have some sort of… power… I should do what I can to stop it. Though no one had outright told him, the others had implied that the Pizzamancer had done horrible things in the Pizza Tower. Indeed, what he did to that Paolo fellow alone is bad enough. His own descendant…

Brando shook his head, trying to clear it. Mama is enough of a problem as it is. Her delusions had begun to slip into outright dementia, and Brando was finding himself overwhelmed on occasion. His neighbors had begun staying with her when he was gone.

As he opened the door, an elderly woman stood up. “Oh, Brando, there you are! I was getting worried!”

Brando waved his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “I'm sorry Mrs. Toledo, the meeting I was called to led to some… things I had to work out.” He walked over to the couch, where his mother sat. “Mama, I'm home.”

His mother turned to him with a look of only vague recognition. “Oh, B, Brando. Where has your father gone?”

“He's out working, Mama,” he lied, “he said he might not be home tonight.”

She nodded. “Always working hard, my Bruno,” she said, smiling. “I hope you appreciate all the work he's doing to leave you a legacy, my…” she paused. “My… son?”

Brando nodded, trying to keep the sadness off his face. “Sì, Mama. I know.” He turned to Mrs. Toledo. “Has she eaten?”

The elderly woman nodded. “Sì, it took some persuasion, but she did.” The woman put a hand on the other woman's shoulder. “I'll be back tomorrow, Mona.”

Brando’s mother looked at her and smiled vaguely. “Thank you, Elanor."

Brando escorted the other woman outside, who turned to him. “She’s getting worse quickly, young man. We're happy to help, but…”

Brando sighed. “I know, I know. Soon enough she will be more than any of us can handle.” He'd been quietly looking at options for elderly care, but his mother, while not young, was not considered truly old, so state services were reluctant to help. “I just… this place is the last familiar place she has. To take her away from that…”

The old woman put a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “Chavo, soon she won't even remember her own name.” She sighed. “You should not have to sacrifice your entire life like that. Though it does you credit that you care so. Many don't bother.” She looked at the door. “Mona Bianca has been my friend since before she met your father. Little is left of her now but vague memories.” She smiled, weakly. “Cherish what time you have left, because I doubt you have much.”

Brando shuddered. He'd known Elanor Toledo his entire life. She had always been kind, but blunt. “I… I appreciate your help, Signora. I hope you know that.”

Elanor smiled. “Of course, Chavo. If you need our help, just ask.” She turned and started down the hallway. “Buenos noches, Brando.”

Brando watched the old woman totter away. He was taking deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. For years now, he'd resented his mother - her barbs, her constantly comparing everything he did to his father, her arrogance. But now, broken, fading husk though she was…

I don't want to lose her.

~~~~

Brando grumbled as he felt something gently poking at his face.

“Gnrrrm. Go ‘way. Still nigh’,” he mumbled.

He heard the grumble and smelled the faint scent of spices. Mama's pet Sausage? He opened his eyes - the little salsiccia was staring at him with the most concerned look he'd ever seen on it before.

He threw back the covers and stood. If a Sausage of all things looks worried, it's probably something I should be concerned about.

The little Toppin squeaked, hopped up and down a couple of times, then ran out of his room.

As he followed into the living area, he noticed the light in his mother's bedroom was on. She'd begun having problems sleeping at night - he'd heard it was a common problem in dementia sufferers. He poked his head in…

She's not here.

His blood turned to ice.

Quickly he ran to the bathroom - she wasn't there. The couch? Nothing. Full-blown panic began to set in… then he turned to the front door…

The door was just barely ajar.

His heart stopped. It's the middle of the night! There might be monsters out and about!

Quickly he grabbed his keys and dashed out into the hallway. He turned, gesturing to the Toppin. “Come on, come on, salsiccia! We have to find her!”

As the two dashed away, Brando's phone sat, blinking in the darkness, forgotten…

~~~~

Fake stirred as the wind shifted. They sat up, forcing themselves to awareness. The cool of the night put us into a torpor. They shook themselves - they had not been sleeping the last few days, anxious to keep an eye on Brando and his mother. We thought we could go without. Guess not. They checked to make sure their camouflage was still active - they had been crouched on the tiny balcony outside the apartment’s window. Ornamental, barely big enough for a few plants, it was inaccessible from anywhere but inside the apartment. Or by someone who can climb down the wall. They had thought they were so clever, hiding there.

Fake heard a clamour inside the apartment - someone was up and about. They checked the time. At this time of night? They peered inside…

Brando was dashing from room to room, looking more and more panicked with each pass. What has him so upset?

Then they saw Brando open the front door, then dash back in for his keys. Closing the door, they heard Brando hiss - “Come on, come on, salsiccia! We have to find her!”

As the door closed, Fake felt alarm rising in all their parts. Find her? But only one had a name in mind.

Mona?

Quickly Fake climbed, spider-like, across the wall, peering into the bedroom window.

The woman was nowhere to be seen.

The part of Fake that was Bruno was in full panic. She's not well! She's in danger! There's monsters around! They paused. Besides us, we mean.

Immediately they split into five parts, each part of them taking control.

The one with blue eyes grabbed the one with pink ones, who was fidgeting anxiously. “Be calm. We must find her. We must keep a clear head.”

The pink-eyed one nodded. “We know, but… Brando is out, as well! We must protect him, too!”

The purple-eyed one nodded. “Less talk. We find them.”

The five scurried off into the night.

~~~~

Brando frantically peered into alleyways, doorwells, anywhere his mother might have stopped. She's so weak, she can't have gotten far!

Meanwhile, Sausage was making an unerring line towards the ruins of Bruno's. Brando wondered at that. How did she get away without Sausage knowing? He shook his head. That doesn't matter. We have to find her!

Strange grumbles and warbles echoed through the streets - the Pizzamancer's minions, watching for stragglers, the foolhardy, the lost. In recent days, they had become a nighttime horror. Anyone found outside was usually in pieces - or simply vanished.

Brando began to realize that he'd left home without anything even vaguely resembling a form of self-protection. He looked down at the Toppin. “I'm counting on you to keep us out of the way of any mostri, little salsiccia.”

Sausage paused, looking back, and nodded.

~~~~

Fake crawled hurriedly across a rooftop, peering over the side the entire time. While divided, the different parts of him could vaguely sense each other. They were carefully canvassing the area, but as one being acknowledged that they might be looking in the entirely wrong direction. They could slip under us and we might never know it.

The night echoed with strange warbles and cries. The Pizzamancer's monsters are active tonight. Merda. They couldn't risk speeding up. Haste could spell doom.

There was a sudden spike in tension, and Fake stopped. One of their other selves had encountered a monster.

Before they could change course, they felt their other self assume their combat form. An inhuman shriek echoed through the night, and the tension dropped.

A sense of satisfaction and fullness radiated.

Whatever it was, it will harm no one else. And we've had a snack.

They hopped across to the next rooftop.

~~~

Brando heard the chilling cry in the distance, and felt his gorge rise. Some poor soul meeting their end for their foolishness? Please, god, let it not be Mama… he was trying not to cry - though he and his mother fought constantly, the thought of her coming to harm filled him with panic and dread.

Sausage moved erratically, but away from the cry.

That's some comfort, I guess. Once bonded, a Toppin could find their bonded person almost anywhere.

Ahead, he heard a terrifying roar, and a small, quiet whimper. One he recognized.

Mama!!

Sausage jumped into the air, its eyes wide, squeaked loudly, and bolted in the direction of the growling.

Brando ran behind.

~~~~

Fake felt the growl more than heard it, their doughy body reverberating. Like thunder in the distance.

Then, they heard a squeak and the sound of hurried footsteps.

That sounded like a Sausage. Is Mona's Toppin companion not a Sausage?

Fake conferred with all their parts, trying to triangulate the location of their quarry.

Then a bloodthirsty howl sounded, and a familiar voice cried out in terror and rage.

BRANDO!

All five Fakes converged on the sound.

~~~~

Brando rushed towards the alleyway he'd heard his mother cry out from… and found even his nightmares wouldn't have prepared him. The creature bore a vaguely humanoid form - Brando thought it might be patterned after the Noise - but the resemblance was very faint. Its arms had far too many joints - and neither had the same number. Long, insectile appendages sprouted randomly from its body. Instead of one eye, each socket bore a multitude of strange, jewel-like eyes that each seemed to have three pupils. Its flesh absolutely reeked - it smelled of sewage and gunpowder. Instead of legs, it tottered around on blade-like extensions that clicked like bone on the stone. Where the Noise's eponymous mustaches would be, a mass of tentacles sprouted, writhing and curling.

The fact that its open maw bore only one square tooth just made it worse.

The noise that came out of its mouth sounded far too much like the Noise's most malicious chuckle. Its bone-legs clicked as it took a step towards -

Brando's mother cowered at the end of the alleyway, wrapped in her night robe. Her normally-immaculate mascara had run with untold tears. She was whimpering; she was too terrified to scream.

“MAMA!” Brando bellowed.

His terror lent him speed beyond what he could normally manage.

He stood between them, screaming defiantly at the monster, who looked confused.

~~~~

All five Fakes heard the scream of defiance.

Faster, faster!!

~~~~

Behind him, Brando heard his mother wailing. “NO! Brando, corri! Scappa! Ti ucciderà!”

Brando didn't move. In the back of his mind, he was gibbering in sheer terror, but something deeper was at the forefront now.

“NON TI PERMETTERÒ DI FARLE DEL MALE, MOSTRO!”

The beast reared back a fist. Brando smelled gunpowder, and the fist started smoking.

He crossed his arms in front of him -

~~~~

All five Fakes felt the reverberation of the explosion almost simultaneously, and they saw a plume of flame, smoke, and debris fly up from a nearby alley.

Brando!! Mona!!!

As one, they hopped towards the explosion.

~~~~

Brando couldn't see - smoke and debris flew around him. His clothes were on fire - where they hadn't been blown away.

That should have killed me! Why - HOW am I still alive?

Then he remembered the words of the old gnome, echoing in the back of his mind:

Gordo’s power was incredible toughness - I saw him take fire blasts and lasers to the face and laugh. That was a strong power. I bet, even if it's dormant, it's still there.

He looked behind him - his mother was reaching out for him. “Brando… how-?”

A whoosh in front of him drew his attention back forward - he saw the monster's fist, emerge from the smoke, swinging back at him.

He braced for the impact.

Another detonation went off, and while the wind blew past him, stirring up dust and debris, he stood firm, unharmed. He felt the cloth of his shirt blow away, but his skin was unblemished.

An astounded laugh burst out of his mouth.

The monster's face loomed in front of him, glaring in wild-eyed rage.

Brando felt a surge of confidence and braggadocio boil up inside him. He assumed a primal stance and laughed.

“AVANTI, BRUTTO BASTARDO! NON PUOI FARMI DEL MALE! E TI FARÒ A BRUTTI SE TANTO VI AVVICINATE A NOI!” he bellowed, feeling better than he had in his entire life.

The creature raised another fist -

A warbling, croaking screech drew both combatants' attention upward. Brando saw five figures come together above, fusing into one, which expanded into a massive, froglike form.

Fake!

The doughy clone assumed their combat form in midair, their croak descending rapidly into a terrifying basso profundo roar as they fell.

The creature shrieked as Fake's enormous maw enveloped it.

Fake tossed the creature into the air, reaching up with their arms, ripping the flailing beast to shreds in the air.

Its enraged shrieks turned into terrified wails as it fell back into Fake's open mouth…

The giant clone gulped loudly as they swallowed the beast.

Brando, his adrenaline too high to be terrified, ran back to his mother, who was incoherent with fright. “Mama! Mama! Per favore, calmati! It's all right!”

She was so terrified she switched entirely to Italian. “Scappa! Allontanati da noi, mostro!”

Fake shrank down to their normal size, belching out a cloud of smoke and grimacing. “Gleh. What annn awful flavorr.” They turned to Brando and Mona. “Are you all right, Brando?”

“Y-yes,” he stammered, “but… how did you know to find us?”

“We will have to explain later.” They noticed Mona's discomfiture, and walked up slowly. She cringed, but didn't scream.

“We are a friend of yourrr son's. We mean you no harrrm. We are strange, we know, but we are here to protect you.” They looked at Brando. “Though it looks as if our guardianship may have been unnecessary.” They grinned… and on Fake, a grin was grinned from ear to ear. They held out a loopy arm, their hand palm up, towards the elderly woman. “Signora, mi dispiace di averla spaventata. Posso accompagnarti a casa?”

The voice sounded oddly formal and smooth, especially for Fake. Brando was even more surprised when his mother gingerly reached out a hand and took the clone 's hand. She had a faraway, misty look in her eyes. “Grazie signore, per la sua gentilezza. Certo, se fossi così gentile,” She said, smiling faintly.

As Fake helped her up, Brando stared at the clone. “Fake? When did you learn Italian?”

Fake tried to not let their panic show. Merda! We forgot! “We picked it up from Peppino, Giuseppe, and Gustavo. Did it sound okayyy?”

Brando nodded, but looked wary.

Fake shrugged. “We still do not have all our memories,” they lied, “perhaps one of our previous selves knew Italian.”

Finally, Brando shrugged. “Probabilmente.” He held up an arm - he was bare-chested, his shirt completely blown away, and his pants were shredded. “We should get home, regardless. Mama needs to settle, and I'm un po' esposto.”

Fake nodded, and picked up the older woman.

Mona giggled strangely. “Why sir, how kind of you.”

Fake carefully kept their expression neutral. “The least weeee could do, ma'am.”

~~~~

Brando quietly closed the door to his mother's bedroom, looking pensive. He looked at Fake; the clone was sitting on the couch. Despite their goopy nature, the couch was pristine. No stains or stickiness.

“How is she doing?” Fake asked quietly.

“I believe she's sleeping now,” Brando replied. “She had gone to look for my father, apparently. She had completely forgotten about the monsters.” He sat down in the recliner - the rough texture on his back reminded him he needed to put on some clothing. He waved a hand irritability. I'm in my own home, who cares? “She snuck out through a fire exit. Apparently she and my father-” the word automatically took on a harsh, hateful tone, “-used to do it whenever they wanted.”

Fake fidgeted. To be so close to his family, and the venomous tone Brando used to describe his father - me/us - was making them uncomfortable. “She is lucky to be alive.”

“And I think even she realizes that,” Brando growled. “I'd like to think she wouldn't try to sneak out again, but…” he sighed. “I'll have to be more careful.” He glanced up at Fake. “Thank you, by the way. For saving us.”

“Fake nodded. “You'rrre welcome.”

“However…” Brando continued, “why were you here?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

“Many of us who are… not defenseless… decided to watch over those that are,” Fake said. It's the truth, after all. “Peppino is staying with Gustavvvo, Giuseppe with their mother. I volunteerrred to watch over you.” They looked down.

“So why didn't you reveal yourselves to us?” Brando asked.

“We are a monster,” Fake muttered. It was close enough to the truth, after all. “We did not wish to alarm your mother.”

“And yet,” Brando mused, “she wasn't afraid of you. In fact, she took right to you. As if she knew you, somehow.” He narrowed his eyes. “Mother has never been the easiest to befriend, Mrs. Toledo notwithstanding. Your appearance alone should have terrified her.”

Fake fought not to panic. He's too close to the truth! “Weeee do not know. There is still much about ourselves we do not understand. That we may never know. We arrrre just glad that we could help.”

Brando stared, then nodded. “Abbastanza giusto, suppongo.” He sat back, staring into the distance. “Now, the other thing. I suppose this… incident proves that I inherited Gordo's power, does it not?” He picked at the hairs on his chest. “Not a scratch or burn to my body… but my poor clothes!”

Fake nodded. “It does match what the gnnnnome said. It is activated by emotion, yes?”

Brando nodded. “In that moment, all I felt was rage and confidence. I knew I had to protect her.” He grinned. “And I did. I did. It hit me with…” he stopped. “Why did its punch explode?”

Fake shrugged. “The Pizzamancer seems to have patterrrred his monsters upon those of us who were bosses in the olllld Tower. That one looked like the Noise. He loves bommmmbs. The Pizzamancer seemmmms to have quite the sick sense of humorrrr.”

Brando nodded. “Infatti.” Then he smiled. “It's good, though! I can help! I can join all of you on this quest to stop him!”

Fake felt the panic rise in their mind. Their heart would have clenched, if they still had one. “Are you sure that's wise? You have the powerrrr, yes, but can you contrrrrol it? You should not risk yourrrr life soooo much,” he paused - I was about to call him figlio! - “young mannnn.”

Brando shook his head. “All this time, I have felt like I had no purpose in life, other than to follow in my father's footsteps. To be nothing more than his legacy.” He grinned. “But now… now I can be more! I can help!” He stood, clenching his fists. “I want to help.” He looked down, his eyes pleading. “You can't stop me.”

Fake felt a surge of grief. Oh, figlio Mio, how much we hurt you. Then a burst of pride, as well. You've already grown past it, though. “No- no, we cannot,” Fake conceded, “but we can advise. Remember, this will be incredibly dangerous. The Pizzamancer has shown no mercy, and from what we have been told, he is ruthless, heartless, and sadistic. We may not come back alive.”

Brando's face fell, and they sat back down. “That's true, I suppose.” Then his face grew hard. “But we face that regardless. Death, or a lifetime of fear and oppression.” He slapped his hands on the armrests. “I'm going to do it. Will you support me?”

It took everything they had for Fake's feelings not to show. “Verrry well. We will tell the others about this development, and recommend you join us. Be ready, young man, we don't know when the hour will come.” They stood, walking to the window.

Brando followed them. “I will.” He raised his hand as Fake opened the window. “One last thing.”

Fake paused, turning. “Yyyes?”

“Why don't you just use the door?”

Fake shook their head. “We are a monster, too. It feels… right."

“But I don't see you as a monster,” Brando said, smiling.

If only you knew the truth, Fake thought sadly. “Perhaps, in time. But for now, we will stay out of sight when we can. Good night, young Brando.” They slipped outside, closing the window, and climbed up, out of sight.

“Buonanotte, gentile Mostro,” Brando said. He walked back to the recliner, sitting down, staring at nothing.

He had a lot to consider.

~~~~

Peppino snorted as he woke. Someone was knocking on the door. Who would be knocking in the middle of the night? I hope it doesn't wake Gus… Scratching his head, he looked through the peephole…

He wrenched the door open. “Fake? Cosa fai qui, a quest'ora della notte?”

The clone looked upset. “Peppino, will you come with us? We need… we need to speak to someone.”

“Uh, OK,” Peppino muttered. “Come in -”

The clone looked absolutely hunted. “Per favore no! Dobbiamo stare fuori!” The clone looked more panicked than Peppino had ever seen.

“All-a right, all right! Calm-a down,” Peppino said in a harsh whisper, “I'll go with you.” He stepped outside, gently using the door behind him.

The clone quickly slithered over to the stairs to the roof, slipping through the door. Peppino followed, confused. What in the world has them so upset?

Reaching the roof, Peppino opened the door, and found Fake sitting near the edge, crouched in a position more reminiscent of their frog parts than a human. They were staring up at the moon, looking absolutely forlorn.

Peppino sat down next to him. “So, tell me, what is troubling you?”

Fake was silent for several moments, but finally, haltingly, they told the tale of the night's events - the monster, Brando's emergence… and the old woman's behavior. “We think… she recognized us. The part of us that was Bruno. And now… their face became a look of twisted anguish, “Brando wishes to join us. When we go after the Pizzamancer.”

Peppino felt his heart clench. He'd grown quite fond of the younger man. “He… could be useful, that's true, but…”

“...but he would be risking his life,” Fake finished. “We… we don't want him to. Should we… should we discourage him?” Fake looked Peppino in the eyes.

Peppino saw the conflicting emotions there. He's afraid for his son.

Fake looked back at the moon. “We do not know how to handle this. We were… never good at admitting our true feelings. Not even… not even to Mona.” They held their face in their hands. “We call ourselves a monster now, but - what kind of beast were we? We were more monster then than now! And now - now…” they looked up. “We do not want to lose them.”

Peppino nodded. “I think… I think we have to leave the decision to him, though. He is a grown man. It's his life to live.”

“But… our son…” Goopy tears welled up in their eyes.

Peppino patted the being's shoulder. “Ah, I have no experience in this, amico. I mean, when it-a comes to being a father… I barely even knew my own. I don't-a know how you should-a respond. But I do-a think… he has-a to make his own decisions.”

Fake sniffed and wiped their long nose. “Perhaps. But we are still afraid for him.”

Peppino smiled. “That seems to be how real-a parents work.”

Fake paused. “Peppino?”

“Sì?”

“You called us ‘amico’.”

Peppino paused. “We did - I mean, I did, didn't I?” He grinned. “I suppose working together has-a changed how I see you. And you are not the terrifying mostro you were.”

“We… we have a friend?” Fake stared off into nothing, their eyes welling up.

Peppino chuckled. “I-a think you have more than-a you realize.” He put a hand on the being's shoulder. “You aren't alone, Fake. You have us.”

Fake's face wobbled like jelly for a moment, then the being burst out bawling, wrapping their arms repeatedly around Peppino. Their voice bounced between human wails and oddly anguished croaking. Peppino, bemused, hugged them back.

“You're-a not alone, Fake.”

The being poured out their grief into the night.

[unexpectedbrickattack]

Honestly i adore reading your rambles and headcanons, the way you manage to build these characters and like... Break them down and remake them from the ground up is just so inspiring.

Which is why I got a lil question for u!! Do you think Peppino and Gus would consume fiction (movies, books, etc)? If so, what genre do you think they would enjoy? 🥺

U are so sweet 🥺💜 It helps that ur supposed to do that for characters you make to help them feel more relatable and all that jazz. I just do the same to characters i like in any fandom (being in the k/h fandom really helps w this unfortunately 😭😭😭)

ANYWAY I think Peppino ‘War Vet’ Spaghetti does not enjoy loud games or loud movies. Lots of the most popular movies are Horror related or Action related and he wouldnt be able to sit through them for long without getting upset. Too many explosions, too many broken down buildings and overturned cars and guns and EXPLOSIVE GUNS. Just let him watch MASH or something 😭 I like the idea of him just watching sports in his free time as well. Its enough action (and violence) to get him excited and invested but with the important lack of Guns and Explosions and Death. Sports will often put him to sleep tho so does it REALLY count as watching if the tv is just watching him instead?

I write Gus (at least in my own free time) as a easygoing, freespirited kind of dude who will not turn down anything even remotely fun or exciting. Even before leaving the forest to go work with Peppino, he would often wander outside the forest and explore, rarely ever staying home for long. I feel like he would be someone who enjoys the escapism of movies and theater. Its cute to think of him as a hopeless romantic heehee he’ll sit and watch those cheesy lifetime movies for ages if hes lounging around Peppinos house. Romance films often double as adventure movies, or more like. An extensive Journey where ur life is completely upheaved for better or for worse. Its nice :) I would say hed enjoy what wed consider sci-fi, but is it really sci-fi in a world with actual aliens and wizards and talking veggies? Lmao

Peppino wont watch too many movies on his own time (too long; fell asleep) but he’ll try and sit through them if Gus is there watching it. Peppino goes to His Chair and Gus is like ‘oh dont do that; thats the sleepytime chair’ and Peppino is like shut the HELL up its not and then hes snoring like 15 minutes into the movie. HOWEVER. He will wake up AS SOON as the movie ends without fail. It does make him feel validated, though, to see Gus completely knocked the hell out, sleeping against Brick.

[famiglia-lealta]

@lultimagoccia liked for a starter with Neri!

"Well, would you look at that? Didn't I tell you that there's no greater map than your old man's memory? And to think - my very own flesh and blood doubted me!"

Hands on his hips, Alexander Salvai looked up at the old brick building in satisfaction. Even though it had been some time, it still looked the same - perhaps a little less new, a little more wear and tear - but surely, this had to be the same place.

And logistically speaking - the big red letterings stating Peppino Pizza was also quite the give away.

"e questo è un tuo amico, papà?" He twisted his neck to look over his shoulder, watching his teenage daughter mouthing out the lettering of the building to herself, nodding enthusiastically as he'd turned around.

"Yes, indeedy! Crossed paths in my medical studies - y'know, they had this big joint cafeteria, you'd meet students of all sorts buying their lunch.. but what stood out about ol' Peppino, apart from having the biggest set of chompers I've ever seen! He always, always brought his own home-made lunches, and they smelled amazing! Figures he'd go getting himself into the food industry!"

"I wonder if he's in right now? Nerinda, come here a moment - do you see any lights on?"

[starbow-dreams]

So tell us more about your au

WAHHH PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ROCKSTAR PEPPINO?

I'm so happy to get to talk about him!!! This is a series of headcanons that kind of turned into its own thing!

Okay so basically this Peppino is following his dreams of becoming a singer that he had long left behind.

Music is always something that has been important to Peppino. He is extremely nostalgic for the 90's when he was much younger, back then he had dreams of becoming a musician and starting a band, but it never took off and he lost focus. He became disillusioned after being away from his family, joining the army, and facing the horrors of reality that really took ahold of him as get got older and older.

Peppino may love to cook, but over the years his career and restaurant have become a source of extreme stress. He's stuck and wants to break free, feels like he can't catch a break, but the one thing that calms him down and let's him let go is music. He's not at all confident but his passion shines through and he decides to once again follow his dreams. He starts to perform small-time gigs and become an underground celebrity. He starts to become happier and livelier like when he was younger. Slowly he builds his confidence again despite everything.

No where to go but up.

This little au means a lot to me and parallels some of my own hardships as an artist, and inspires me to keep going and never give up.

I'm currently in the middle of animating a sequence of him singing "Devil Trigger" the song came on shuffle one time when I was playing PT and to me it fit him perfectly. I started this in May and it's maybe 70% done? Here is just a small part. This is currently the biggest animation project I've worked on

Cover is by Little V

What inspired all of this comes down to this official art. Like. Look at him! He gets SO into singing that he loses track of everything around him. It felt like one the rare moments where we actually see him really happy. It really spoke to me.

Thank you for letting me ramble about my little au and project!!! :D

[cybergrapeuk]

Y/N Versus Peppino & Gustavo at Puyo Puyo Tetris

Round 1 - Peppino

After a long day at the pizzeria together, you and Peppino decide to play Puyo Puyo Tetris in the breakroom together. Gustavo is also there, fetching a bottle of water.

You choose your preferred playstyle, and Peppino chooses Tetris.

You have a rough start at first, with Peppino overconfidently boasting about how he's beating you so hard.

In a sudden moment of genius, you manage to get a good enough combo going and send enough junk blocks/blobs to Peppino to throw him off. He starts muttering Italian swear words to himself in this moment.

After Peppino runs out of vertical space and loses, he throws the controller down in a rage whilst you laugh at him.

"Oh come on," he shouts, "that's not fair!"

"Looks like Mr. Spaghetti is full of regretti," you playfully tease.

With the power of your terrible pun, Peppino's anger is overridden by such stupid laugher at the thought you could banter that cheesy to him.

He absolutely hates that he's laughing right now, because that means hearing more stupid puns from you.

Round 2 - Gustavo

Peppino lends his controller to Gustavo, deciding to choose Puyo Puyo as his playstyle.

Rushing with the pride of the last game, you get boastful at your skill and place your blocks/blobs swiftly. Meanwhile, Gustavo is taking his time, not getting any combos yet. He's building up high.

"He's not even doing anything," you laugh to yourself. Looking over, you notice that Gustavo's eyes are hollowed with darkened focus.

With the grace of one purple blue, he places his final puyo at the top middle, turns away and starts casually chugging his bottle of water.

One combo, and then another, and then THE ULTIMATE TOTAL OF FIFTEEN CHAINS!

Gustavo does not stop drinking until his combos are all done. Meanwhile, you and Peppino are losing their minds.

Once all of the junk blobs rampage your screen and forces you to lose, you are just speechless at what just happened.

A few moments of petrified awe later, Gustavo finally speaks up.

"Who's pasta away now, Y/N?"

Peppino bursts out eruptive laughter at Gustavo's comeback and cheers him on.

Once you arrive home from work, you spend the rest of your night violently sobbing from the sad comfort of your own bed.

[lultimagoccia]

✄ What is an idea you originally had in mind for your muse, but ended up scrapping? Why?

muse + blog canon munday asks! [ x ]

( building on that last answer, pizzano's backstory was gonna be more like his old lore, in keeping with the theme of this blog using old canon and putting my own spin on it! i liked the idea of zano having formerly been peppino, and what it would take to fracture his personality so completely.

basically, instead of escaping the tower or even being saved from it, pizzano was trapped inside the tower for an incredibly long time and had to break himself out. his escape effort culminated in him killing giovanni, which caused the total fracturing of his old personality and the birth of a new one: a ' hero ' who destroyed the tower! and himself, in the process

decided to make pizzano more an exploration of what happens to celebrities who have incredibly public mental health crisis and we kinda just. treat them like they're entertainment for it. i like this version of him a lot more, as i feel it's more fun. but maybe i'll do something with that previous idea at some point, too! )

[paras1t1c-squ1dd]

Hi guys! Since it won the poll here's my REAL first ever Pizza tower au! It's more of a fan project since they don't really look like their Pizza Tower counterparts but :3c

Let me introduce you to.........

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PUREE PILLAR!!

I've waited so long to show this AU to you guys I'm so excited!!!!!

Puree Pillar goes along with the usual pizza tower lore, owner of a business gets threatened by a giant sentient piece of food that wants to blow up their building yada yada yada....

BUT‼️‼️

The main character ain't no ordinary peppino no siree

Instead, they're basically entirely different!! They look... Nothing alike probably.

Let me introduce you to the characters!!

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Susie! (Peppino) : Susie is a not-so-young (he's old as shit) woman running a small beverage shop called Susie's Smoothies! (You will never guess what she sells. /j) Yeah, he has a smoking addiction she can't get rid of, but that doesn't stop her from kicking ass!!!!! (He is very depressed) AND on top of that!! She's a war veteran!! Crazy right!! She had a group of 3 other friends that had passed away during the war. Poor Susie can't catch a break... But on a lighter note, she rides a motorcycle! Woah!!

Next up we have..

Mia!! (Gustavo) : Mia is Susie's best friend and has been since they were wee little children! How adorable!! They've been with Susie through thick and thin, always helping each other out! (But Mia is not in fact, a war veteran like Susie.) She works with Susie and helps her run the shop. They care a lot about each other!! And her giant pet hedgehog Pebble!! :3c

(God this is getting long)

Berry! (The Noise) : Berry is a circus performer along with his girlfriend Drupe! Him and Susie are rivals, always getting into fights those two.. Berry is his stage name! What's his real name you say? I have no fucking clue

Drupe! (Noisette) : As stated before, Drupe is Berry's girlfriend! She runs her own little bakery somewhere in the pillar! (Or well, tower)

The Assailant. (The Vigilante) : He's a sentient glop of smoothie that anyone who dares to break the law must answer to! He's quite a fancy fella, but if you break a law.. Pray! Cause your ass MIGHT die!!! And he thinks he's a real human being! What a weirdo (/j)!!

DJ Apple! (Pepperman): DJ here is quite a cool guy! He makes sick beats that everyone enjoys! So much so they might break a hip from dancing too hard! Where did he get that chunk bit out of him? Why is his hand missing? ..... Who knows! But he still manages to make some good music!

Fake Susie! (Fake Peppino) : Whatever this thing is, it's creepy! How did it get in here! Why does she look so much like Susie? It's weird!! It's entirely made of smoothie, kinda like The Assilent! But why is she not as intelligent as him? Sometimes she can be found in vents! How the fuck did he get in there get him out

(I'm pretty sure you know what the purpose of the ingredients ((toppins)) are so I won't write about them)

Mr Trick! (Mr Stick) : Mr Trick here is a scammer!! Watch out!! He's very greedy, and would choose money over anything!

Nate! (Snick) : It's him!!

Orange Head... (Pizza Head) : He's the big bad of the pillar! The one who started it all! Boy I hate this guy! He knows... Strangely a lot about Susie... I wonder why!

Orange Face... (Pizza face) : He's a giant floating hunk of junk made by Orange Head! It's only that big so he can fit his fat ass inside!! Orange face chases Susie out of the levels once the timer reaches 0 so she can't get out! But Susie is usually too fast for him.

And last but not least...

Jerald! (Gerome) : He's the janitor/plumber of the pillar, the only one that has the key to special rooms!

GOD THAT WAS A LOT

anywaysss I hope you guys will enjoy this au as much as I do! Which is a lot!! This is basically my main au since I've been focusing on it a lot lately

But yeah!!! Holy shit!!! I can finally share this!!

[p1zzabrainz]

Do you think it would be possible to explain to Peppino what’s going on? I don’t know how receptive he’d be to all this…

-R (going off anon)

" I don't know why he wants-a them here. As far as I knew he hated him. I don't think he wants to meet on good terms, either way.. "

" ..He just got out of the shower upstairs- If.. If he see's youre here so soon, he's gonna flip!!! "

" I'm sorry, thank you for the update!! I need you guys to leave- For your own safety!! "

( Gustavo pushes you out hastily. He's vaguely panicked. )

" I appreciate your presence!! Please- Have a good night! "

( The door shuts and you hear the jingle of bells against the door. It's quiet- and behind you, the lights turn off almost instantly. )

( Around you is construction buildings. Most, if not all of them are still being built. Across the way is a smaller building, a fancier, more refined one at that; and a familiar figure sitting outside of it. )

[oldmanenjoyer]

I’ve got the brain worms and I’ve got a share them:  The farmer is unable to enter the pizza tower until it eventually crashes down. They only learn about what exactly happened in the pizza tower after Peppino returns to his restaurant. Shortly afterwards, Junimos actually end up going into the rubble of the pizza tower and offer Bundles to build something new in its place. Fulfilling the bundles, the Junimos build Pizza Town! Pizza Town contains Vigi’s Ranch, Pepperman’s Art Studio, Noisette’s Cafe, Gustavo’s and Brick’s, Noise TV, and a couple others. If your three hearts with Gustavo, a cut scene will happen where he and Brick will visit and offer their own version of a teleport. Because pizza town is so new there isn’t a totem pole to teleport to so instead you get a summon to get a ride from Brick and Gustavo to Pizza town. It’s most likely a block of cheese. I’ve got more, but anymore and Tumblr might nuke this.

This is all canon

Excuse me while I look up how to mod

Excitedddd this is fleshing out well!! It works really well

You can buy things from each place, strange animals, weird art, new foods and recipes, and fun technology!

Everyone is romancable too eyooo

[manicplank]

okay, I'm sorry for that question but..I'm just curious, what do u think about sugary spire? :D

and also, winter headcanons maybe? (i loved that one with summer and "i love you" reaction, so, why not? only if that's okay with u of course)

Also, have a nice day! <)

It's ok! To be honest, I'm not sure which question you're apologizing for. I don't have a problem with any of your questions (:

I'm not the biggest fan of AUs in general. Not much of a fan of Sugary Spire either. (not hating on it, I like the idea but just not into it).

Anyways,

Winter headcanons!

Peppino: Can't stand the cold, either. He has a better tolerance to cold than heat, though. Will bundle up with every piece of clothing he owns just to stay warm. Definitely gets seasonal depression, this poor old man can't catch a break.

Gustavo: Is neutral about the cold. A bit of a cool breeze makes him happy, but negative temperatures make him bitter. However, warm weather means soup and hot cocoa season! He also gets to wear all of his favorite sweaters! And he LOVES Christmas!

Mr. Stick: Absolutely DESPISES the cold. No matter what he wears, he's freezing. He can't last more than 5 minutes without getting frostbite. He prefers to stay inside in the heat. The cold makes him a but cranky.

Pepperman: Doesn't like the cold. Anything below 40°F (sorry, I'm american, and I don't know celcius) will make him fatigued. Plants don't do too well in the cold, and he is no exception. He would rather light himself on fire than go out in the cold. Has tried to build snowmans of himself, only to nearly die from frostbite.

The Vigilante: Not too keen of the winter. The cold makes his body more solid and harder to move. Lower temperatures means he has to work harder on the farm to keep things going smoothly. But, much like Gustavo, he's a fan of hot soup and cocoa.

The Noise: While he doesn't like being in the cold, he loves sleeping in it. Other than that, he absolutely hates winter. There's a reason he had the NTV tower built in the desert. He probably gets seasonal depression. Tries to hibernate by sleeping surrounded by blankets and snacks. Fails.

Noisette: Another hater of the cold. But she does like winter activities. Ice skating, playing in the snow, and Christmas!! She finally gets to wear all of her favorite sweaters. She also enjoys staying in and snuggling up in thick, fuzzy blankets. Unfortunately, The Noise is hogging most of them. This doesn't stop her from taking them.

Fake Peppino: No! No cold! No like! He does not like the cold at all! It makes him feel icky! He thought snow was pretty until he stepped in it. It was cold, too! He will refuse to go outside until it gets warmer. Frogs do not like the cold!

Pizzaface: Likes the cold. His gears run smoothly without overheating. He likes to throw dangerously giant snowballs at people. Sometimes, it results in casualties. He doesn't care. He thinks it's funny.

Pizzahead: He tolerates the cold. It sucks sometimes, but there's also a lot of good and fun things that come with it. He likes having snowball fights, building snowmen, build igloos, ice skating, and all sorts of fun things. He just can't stay in it too long, or he'll freeze solid.

Pillar John: Not too keen on the cold. It doesn't really phase him much since he's made of rocks, but he's still not a big fan. He's been a victim of Pizzaface's giant snowballs. That's how he got some of his cracks.

Gerome: Couldn't care less. The cold doesn't bother him since he's also made of stone. In fact, it makes good sleeping weather. He doesn't understand why some people hate it. Of course, he's immune to freezing to death, soooo...