#the art is so dookie but i drew it months ago so-

[poyo-shooty-art]

I don't have another way to post this and my AO3 is forever marked with cringe so....

In celebration of me reviving this au, here's the original fan fiction from March!!!

(and some old ugly ass art)

Peppino stood panting, fists clenched as he stared down Pizzahead. He won, he can finally have his tower back. But Pizzahead started laughing as he got up.

"Is it really that easy to win?" He chuckled as he stood up and popped his back with a comical sound.

He pulled the death ray out of his pocket and grinned.

"Don't a you dare.... I'LL A PUMMEL YOU!" Peppino screamed, clearly ready to start another round.

Pizzahead leaned on the machine and smiled, "Oh don't worry. Your restaurant will be fine"

His hand glided towards a dial and twisted it.

"You however.... Won't go home anytime soon."

Peppino's eyes widened as the ray fired up, he had no way to escape. The exit is blocked and the only way down is a five story fall. He froze for a brief moment. And was struck with a powerful blast of energy....

The toonish pizza smiled and walked over to Peppino's body carefully.

"Well well well.... Looks like you have a big problem Peppino" Pizzahead laughed

Peppino opened his eyes and looked at Pizzahead and all he could do. Was scream

"YEEOOOOOOOOW"

This gave Pizzahead an opening to snatch the chef from where he stood with glee.

"Oh look at you! You're kinda cute when you're tiny!" He cooed

Peppino went straight to biting Pizzahead's finger out of fear.

"GET THE HELL A AWAY FROM ME!!!" He screamed

Pizzahead recoiled and gripped the Italian hard.

"Oh you're so silly!" He grimaced with a smile, "You can't even get away from me!"

He dropped Peppino in his overall pocket, he flailed and cursed Pizzahead out. But there was no escape to Peppino's knowledge, he was too busy trying to break the pocket and tear it to shreds. He is going to KILL Pizzahead when he gets his hands on him, no matter how small they are!

Pizzahead gleefully skipped to a room filled top to bottom with copyright free toy bricks, each making huge structures. One in particular being a crude model of the tower. Figures held together by an oozy and sticky cheese scattered on the floor.

Pizzahead grabbed Peppino by his tank top and smiled, "Welcome to your new home!"

Peppino's eyes darted around, he couldn't stay here at all! He is not going to be some glorified toy! He saw a small hole in the purple brink wall and hoped he could run fast enough to escape. Clearly he wasn't able to beat Pizzahead into a Pizzapulp right now

Pizzahead dropped the Italian on top of the miniature tower and smiled, "Now then! You get to stay here forever! With all these lovely buildings"

Peppino glared, if he wasn't wearing shoes he might as well have be standing on rocks.

Pizzahead clasped his hands together, "Now! Let's have a bit of fun!"

He picked up one of the figures and smiled at Peppino.

"Oh Peppino Peppino! Let down your hair!" He giggled

Peppino stared as the figure dripped with cheese, "uhhhh...."

"Oh wait! Your bald!" Pizzahead laughed at him, finding this hilarious.

Peppino's eye was caught by a rat sniffing around as he stared off in annoyance. However, Pizzahead's eye was also caught as it squeaked a bit too loud

"EUGH! A rat!" Pizzahead screamed as he grabbed a giant mallet and dropped the figure to chase it. It squeaked in apparent horror and scurried away down the hall.

Peppino has his chance! He had to make his escape fast.

Peppino took a deep breath, "Please don't come back, PLEASE don't come back..."

He jumped off the tower and hoped whatever was down on the floor would cushion his fall. If he failed, who knows what torment would await him. Dress up? Car crash? It didn't matter, it was all hell. And he needed to leave. He braced himself and hoped for the best.

* SPLAT *

Peppino had landed in a pile of cheese. He quickly tried to get out of the sticky cheese, as he heard the running approach. Periodically punctuated by the slamming of a giant hammer. Peppino's struggles went from frantic to panicked.

Then, it was too late. Pizzahead was back and still hammering at the rat. Then the rat ran towards Peppino.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT NO BAD RAT!!!!" He screamed

The rat ran up to him and started eating the cheese around him. Pizzahead hesitated to hit the rat now, if he hit the rat. He'd also hit Peppino, and he has *plans* for Peppino. He tried to grab Peppino away from the rat and his cheesy prison. However he was met with a nasty bite.

"WHY YOU LITTLE!-"

He tried to kick the rat, but it was too late. Peppino was free and was given no time. The rat grabbed the Italian by his shirt and dashed away as if its life depended on it. Pizzahead fell flat on his back and crawled after.

He chased the two through the room, heading straight for the large crack in the bricks. The rat galloped towards the hole and slid in last minute.

"Ok... Good rat... Now leave me al-OHHHH" Peppino screamed, at first trying to thank the rat for what it did.

Pizzahead stuck his entire arm in the wall to have a chance at grabbing Peppino.

"Oh Peppino!... Get out here!!..." He growled a bit peeved, far from a bit actually.

The rat just grabbed Peppino and ventured further into the walls.

"This is going to be a long day..." Peppino sighed, being held like a baby rat by the slowly breaking seam of his tank top.

It had been what felt like hours to Peppino, all the scenery was the same. Hard to see purple bricks with the occasional glob of pizza ingredients, the sound of the rats feet pattering on the cold stone and it's squeaking were the sounds he could hear.

He sighed, where was this rat taking him? It can't be far from some weird nest right?

"Stupid rat, saving my life and taking me to some stupid nest..." Peppino grumbled to himself.

The rat hissed slightly at that, this thing knows English.... Peppino rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to be in the walls anymore.

The rat stopped and tugged on a cloth and moved it out of its way, it made a straight beeline for a messy nest of scraps in a large opening. Peppino landed with a cushioned thud and looked at the cloths with disgust, he hoped they were clean. The rat licked his forehead and scurried off into another area.

"EUGH.... Gross..." Peppino cringed as he wiped his face.

He looked around the space, cheese, cheese, scrap fabric, more cheese. Yup, this is a rat nest. However a smell wafted through the area, like cooking. Good cooking even! Peppino got up and brushed himself off. He felt his tank top sag from all it's been through.

"Welp... This thing is about to give out....." He sighed as he peeled the pseudo apron off.

"Gonna have to fix this somehow when I get home..... If I get home..."

Peppino looked over at the hole the rat entered, and entered himself. Inside was an entire living space made entirely of "trash". A bed made from stolen cotton balls, fairy lights stolen from the resort, even a cracked piece of mirror stuck to the wall along with a bottle cap. A sudden clank of kitchen utensils made from outside Peppino freeze.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Who... Who was that?

Peppino panicked, was this one of Pizzahead's goons sent to get Peppino wherever he was? That weird clone mimicking a random person to lure people in? Whatever or whoever it was, he had to prepare. He grabbed the first thing he could grab, which was one of those god damned bricks.

"Great" Peppino groaned, "I can give them a slight foot pain!"

He took the brick despite the uselessness and approached the hole to the outside world. He could see a dingey kitchen floor and his heart sank. A small thud hit the ground and Peppino looked around, no clones....

"Oh! Down-a here! Or well, over here..." The stranger chuckled.

Peppino frantically looked around and locked eyes with the speaker, a smaller gentleman even smaller than him! Up to his chest was a portly man with a long tail and giant ears, his ears looked to be a mix between an elf and a rat. Was he... A rat person?

"U-um.... Hello?.. Two questions. Who are you? And... WHY DID YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT?!"

The man scratched his head, "Right, my-a bad. I'm Gustavo! And I didn't mean to! You were supposed to stay put, maybe Brick didn't tell you....."

Peppino stared, who the fuck was Brick?

"Oh! I'm cooking something for us, I managed to find a kitchen! And it's completely empty. Kinda like this entire part of the building..."

Peppino grabbed Gustavo and tried to make a break for the wall, as he made a startling revelation. This kitchen was empty, because it was the clone's.

Gustavo held his ground however, "Woah woah woah! Food first... Then we can figure out what's wrong with you."

Peppino looked at the man like he was crazy, "I AM TOO SMALL, WE ARE IN THE KITCHEN OF A MONSTER, WE NEED TO LEAVE!"

Gustavo didn't listen, as he hummed a little tune and miraculously dragged Peppino away from the wall. Their only escape from any horrors beyond this point.

Gustavo crawled his way back up to the stove and Peppino watched him, he watched him cook.

[bluecloudious]

*happy goblin noises*

More heartfelt monologue under the cut:

Okay, so basically, the whole reason I started posting art is cause I'm proud of it.

Like, I have been drawing for a while now.

Not my entire life, in fact there was a time where I was like "dam, all my shit look like dookie" and I just straight up didn't draw outside of art class at all.

But there came a day I drew one of my toys on a piece of paper and I was like, "hm maybe not as dookie as I thought" and I have been constantly filling sketchbooks and notebooks ever since.

But throughout all the time I've been drawing, I have been super scared of posting any of my stuff.

Part of me was afraid of judgement, cause my anxiety once reached randoms online that I didn't even know or would never fucking meet again, for some reason. Which is stupid, I know now.

Part of me was super into the thought of fame. Like, I, a snotty fourteen or whatever year old, post a few images of Pikmin and Eddsworld online and overnight I become a celebrity, level narcissism. Like, no. That's not how that works. And that shit disappointed me, still! Like wtf was I expecting???

Last part of me just was not in the right mental state or confidence level to ever wanna post jack. I looked at my art and I always saw that I needed to improve. I had short bursts of confidence, where I'd post one/two art pieces online and then just never again cause I was just so terrified. Not even that much of judgement, but of people looking at it and just... Moving on, I guess.

One of my long term goals has always been creating something all my own that people love and make fanart and whatever else of. Unoriginal, I know. But the impact I'd plant on the other person has always intrigued me.

I made that person laugh! I made that person emotional! I occupied their brain for longer than a fucking second, enough for them to show it in some way! That's fucking surreal!

I have refined my artsyle, the stories of my many many OCs and just my attitude so much over the past few years. (Few meaning six or so years)

I will be posting about them more, as I have a small bit already. Those few old posts of my sketchbook, that has full pages, has quite a few of my OCs on there. I love them to bits and I wanna share them and their stories. I've let them cook in the oven for long enough, I'd say.

But yeah, why I'm mainly posting Madness rn is cause, one, I didn't want to pester my friend so fuckin much about it and two, I'm still obsessed. Not as obsessive as I was a month or two ago, but still pretty into it.

Thus one of the main reasons I finally gathered a shit ton of confidence to make my first few posts was that I feared being annoying otherwise. And FUCK did I need a lot of confidence for that first post.

My knees were weak, arms heavy, vomit on my sweater already; the works (mom's spaghetti).

Legit I don't get anxiety from that at all anymore, especially when I post about Madness. Like, ya'll just eat that shit up and I'm happy to provide.

OC stuff I kinda never expect to do good still, so it's a major confidence boost seeing that even those have twenty or so notes.

Like, the shit I expected to have a buncha notes, do. (Hank being bald is comedy gold after all) But ya'll liking OC shit makes my heart happy every time.

I love and read every reblog and message I get (ya'll are so nice, I can't not) and I just... I'm really glad I'm finally posting my shit online, bruh.

This is more than I could've ever expected and I am legit happy as hell.

Thank you so much and I hope that I remain in your stratosphere even when I finally tire of Madness Combat :)))))

All I could ask for.

(Also, sorry for blabbering so long, I just wanted to get all my thoughts out. The short version is just the caption for the image.)

Final note: If I could ask for anything more, it'd just be replies and reactions to my stuff. And asks, I have my ask box open after all. So ye.