#fake pep jumpscare

[fonetick01]

this would never happen, but I really wanted to draw a situation in which Pizzano and Fake Peppino could meet🗿

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

If you want to, Pep, you can imagine the clouds as different shapes! That always helps me pass the time when I’m outside. (Also your art is great and is one of the major fuel sources for my Pizza Tower HYPERFIXATION)

Pep: "Rewot eht ni saw siht ekil gnihton... Em ot wen etiuq llits lla si ti. Sduolc eht... Yks eht..."

Pep: "Sgniht tnereffid hcus ees tey dna, yks emas eht ot pu kool llams dna taerg serutaerc lla... Tnatsnoc syawla tub ,gnignahc reverof ti si woh. Sruoloc ynam os dloh ti seod woh. Thgin eht nees evah I. Yad eht nees evah I."

Pep: "..."

Pep: "Azzip fo ecils a ekil skool eno taht...?"

Pep: "...!"

Brick: "...?!"

Pep: "Kcirb, yrros, ho..."

Pep: "..."

Pep: "Oot ti nees evah dluoc yeht hsiw I. Ecin s'ti... Ssarg eht ekil I..."

Pep: "Mrp?"

Pep: "Won retteb leef od I. Sdneirf eizarg, heh."

[the-spider-in-your-livingroom]

You guys know about my cheeseslime Pep AU obviously, but it just occurred to me ya'll don't know about my other, (a good few weeks I think?) older, and much more developed AU. I have been developing it a lot behind the scenes (People in the Interdimensional Pizza Discord immediately know abt this lol) . I'm even making it a comic, being halfway through sketching tha pages!! (Woag!! :0 ) But anyway, this one is also Peppino-centeric.

Basically, Everything's fine and dandy and 'normal' in Pizza Tower world, but Peppino's an unaware clone, and he learns the hard way he's just a copy. Yippee!! Since it's gonna be a comic, I'm trying to keep things vague lol. Here's The Main Guy (tm) though! He goes through sooo many crisis' 🥰🥰🥰

If you can't tell he's just kind of a mix between how I draw Peppino and Fake Peppino lol. Also his English is fine and isn't backwards so we don't need to worry about deciphering it, though his Italian is all kinds of fucked.

Also various spoiler free screenshots from the comic's sketch that I really like below lmfao (Mostly Pep Clone looking stupid)

He fucked up (ft Gustavo in his cut off text

Peppinoise Jumpscare ft. Noisette (Bonus is there for designation purposes lol)

Fucked up 2: Electric Boogaloo

Top 10 pictures that I drew at 4am and then took god damn 10 minutes to decipher the next night. ( He ran into a table/ was hit by a table)

He's trying Not To Die and is crawling on the ground like a lil roach.

Ok, that's it lol. I had a lot more but they had spoilers :[

[whereismyhat5678]

guess who? it's me with hcs!

..Evelyn hcs? Hah, nope!

TWITCH HCS JUMPSCARE- /J

Ok ok, so first off I like to imagine since Twitch was never born with a real voice, she replicates everyone else's! Like Peppino, Gus, Stick, Gerome, etc.

She also has nicknamed many of the folks! Here's most of them:

Peppino = Mr. Pizza

Gustavo = Gnome boi

Mr. Stick = Oncelers cousin

Brick = Remy

Gerome = Short cousin!

John = Tall cousin!!

Pepperman = Apple

Vigilante = the cow guy.

Noise = Noid

Noisette = Cheesecake

Fake Pep/Bruno = The Thing (like the movie)

Pizzaface = food...

Pizzahead = that guy (..or malewife /j)

Evelyn = Mama!

Aaaand itself!/Twitch = ruoy tsrow eramthgin

It also has a pretty strong bond with the noise due to both of them wanting to cause CHAOS-

Also, whenever it manages to take control of Evelyn's body for a long period of time, other people would clearly be able to see its mannerisms, like biting at its own fingers, scratching its arms, often twitching in random parts of it's body, it's walk seeming more janky and jittery than usual, foot tapping and fidgeting with its hands or objects around itself.

Oke that it 4 now byebye-

Twitch is such a chaotic little shit-

I love this character and I absolutely love the names it gives the others 😂 NO SERIOUSLY ONCELERS COUSIN MADE ME CACKLE WHEN I FIRST READ IT- 💀💀

Also replicating others voices are cool but also CREEPY. Like what if it tricks you?…and not in a fun way….UGH SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT-

[5csbin]

HAUNTED HOUSE !

HALLOWEEN TXT EDITION!

txt x neutral reader !

WARNING !: cursing! knifes! haunted house! JYP AND 6IX9INE!

a very crack and dumb one shot i made.

“MANE IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” taehyun shouted as they were walking up to the line since everyone began to nag.

"this is why i wanted to go trick or treating instead." beomgyu pouted and folded his arms as he and the rest of the group waited in line to go inside of the haunted house.

well it was more like a haunted barn, where they would all get on a hayride and be driven throughout the barn and be spooked supposedly. "trick or treating?? how old are you again?" kai mocked him,

"no offense but i'm starting to think you were right when you said beomgyu was still mentally 9 years old because.. this is starting to get worrying. what 19 year old is trying go trick or treating?" yeonjun added in agreement, while taehyun shot him a dirty look for throwing shade at his best friend.

beomgyu’s first instinct was to scoot closer to (y/n), but he then fired off a clapback of his own. "the only thing that's worrying is that wig you're wearing, who the fuck are you even supposed to be? lord farquad on crack?" gyu fired back at yeonjun, who was now touching the short black bob on top of his head.

soobin couldn't help but laugh, even though it was his own boyfr- bestfriend getting flamed and soon, everybody else in the group let out laughter at gyu’s clapback. even taehyun, who couldn't stand beomgyu, was practically crying laughing at what was said.

"actually, i'm supposed to be dora," yeonjun replied, gesturing to his pink t shirt and bright orange jeans. "and soobin is.. well diego." he pulled soobin closer to him after saying that and kissed his forehead, before ruffling his blueberry curls a little.

"wait.. ain't dora and diego supposed to be cousins?" taehyun asked, his mouth curling in disgust, "i don't think that's positive..." kai added.

“cousin lovers.” (y/n) said making yeonjun smack their arm.

it was a wonder how they didn't annoy the others waiting in line for their ride, since they would fight every second. meanwhile as the group turn drew closer and closer, beomgyu found himself regretting agreeing to come here.

it was weird.. he loved horror movies, but he despised haunted houses because even though both were fake events, being in a haunted house was just so up close and personal you know?

if it wasn't for it being (y/n)'s birthday (lets just pretend ur birthday was on halloween.) beomgyu wouldn't have came, and he would have probably just stayed at home and took pictures of his costume for instagram before going over to hyunjin’s to watch scary movies.

(y/n) noticed that beomgyu looked uncomfortable amongst all of the roasts and jokes flying amongst the group and they decided to ask what was wrong.

"gyu, why do you look so sad? being sad is my job," (y/n) asked as the group continued to move up in the line. "i'm not sad," beomgyu answered. "i'm just nervous, i don't like haunted houses.. i had a really bad panic attack the last time i went to one, and i don't wanna have one and ruin your birthday or anything.. i probably should have just stayed my ass home."

"nah, you not going to ruin my birthday, you're my friend and i care about you... it won't be that scary, it's literally a haunted barn. you know what barns have? cows and chickens. now who's scared of cows and chickens? nobody. except blades of grass."

the little pep talk made gyu feel slightly calmer. "thanks," he replied, fumbling with the thick leather choker around his neck. "your costume is really cute by the way. i like the face paint."

"thanks, it was kai’s idea actually," they responded with a chipper edge to their voice. (y/n)' costume consisted of a sweatshirt and sweatpants with a skeleton printed on the front, and his face was made up to look like a skull.

after beomgyu was calm, he found himself overhearing a conversation between hueningkai, taehyun, and his knives.

"no tae, you can't bring your knives in here with you," hyuka shook his head as taehyun kept asking if he could run back to the car real quick and grab his knives "cmon kai, just in case a demon wanna try some shit"

"well.. can i get my ouija board?" tyun asked, his lips twisting into a devious smile. "i just wanna talk to the demons, it's halloween, and if it's any day i should be allowed to do this, it's today."

"ain't there no demons.. this is a barn. you wanna talk to demonic horses and shit?" yeonjun pokes in the conversation and raised an eyebrow.

"yes? of course i do, the fuck do you think i am?" taehyun whined, pointing to the devil horns on top of his head as the group finally made it to the front of the line and were waiting for the tractor to come back so that they could get on the hayride.

finally, after they all stood around and handed in their tickets to the clerk in front of the line, their tractor was ready, pulling along the hay covered cart as it came to a stop in front of the barn entrance, waiting for the group to board it.

"wait, hay? y'all ain't say there was going to be hay..." soobin complained, his skin already itching just by looking at all that hay. "y'all do know i'm allergic to hay right?"

"bitchhh, we been said it was a hayride involved," hueningkai snapped, "what you done caught the (y/n) disease where you forget everything every minutes or what?"

"aye i don't forget everything, i just be high," (y/n) cut in as they handed in their tickets to the clerk. "and i'm allergic to hay!" soobin cried out, scratching his forearm.

soobin actually is allergic to hay, but it wasn't something severe, he just got irritated by it and it caused his skin to rash up, not like his skin didn't already look as if it was full of rashes.

(that not true btw)

"oh well," hueningkai replied in a deadpan tone, shrugging. "guess you'll just die then."

after they've all handed in their tickets, everyone began to board the hay filled cart, with everyone obviously choosing to be closest to their besties.

when they got onto the cart. soobin was snuggled up to yeonjun, playing with his diego the explore backpack trying to ignore the itchy feeling the hay gave him.taehyun was resting his head on (y/n)’s shoulder, whining about his knifes, beomgyu was clinging onto kai for dear life, because he was still scared after all.

"i better not hear none of y'all screaming like no pussies after we get in here," yeonjun started after the tractor began to start up and drive them into the dark, cool barn. "how y'all gon be scared of demons when i'm taehyun a whole demon. y'all scared of him now?"

"actually, yes, i'm scared of him just a little bit," beomgyu answered, his tone groggy.

"considering he tried to kill me on multiple occasions and almost succeeded, yes yeonjun, i'm scared of taehyun and he make me fear for my life." soobin added on, slightly flinching at just saying the word taehyun.

"that was before i became positive," taehyun suddenly flashed soobin and beomgyu a toothy smile, "just like i'm positive that none of these demons or zombies or whatever the fuck is in this barn is gon' do shit to us."

"tae if you don't shut your ass up, there’s no demons in here, nor is there any zombies, they are paid actors. you wish you was in a horror movie so bad," hueningkai cut in, once again ruining tyun’s fun.

as of right now, nothing scary was going on. just the typical music playing throughout the barn, random screams, and plastic skeletons appearing out of nowhere. shit that made little kids be scared of, but anyone else wouldn't be phased. not even beomgyu was phased by what was going on, and he was the main one who was scared to come along.

but then.. things started to get more spooky. the people who were sitting on the edge would start to get grabbed and poked without warning, and people would come up on side of the cart out of nowhere and scream or otherwise bring attention to themselves, which would catch them off guard obviously, but shit like that was to be expected at a haunted house.. or in this case a haunted barn.

but soon though, things began to get downright creepy.

as they were sitting in the cart, slightly startled and caught off guard by the jumpscares, but not too shaken up, not even beomgyu was that scared, as he made sure to sit in the middle of the cart to avoid being randomly grabbed or touched by these strangers in costume, and it was just amusing to people like taehyun or (y/n), they weren't prepared for what started to happen next.

soon the music that sounded as if it was from a demonic nursery cut out mid note, and it was replaced by an old, gravely sounding voice that began to sing happy birthday very terribly and off key.

and they thought this was creepy, considering it was gus' birthday, but they considered it was a coincidence. "damn (n/n), they singing happy birthday to you, that's wild," yeonjun noticed, laughing at the 'coincidence'.

"see, i told y'all they’re really a skeleton, how else would they know that we're here for their birthday, hmm?" beomgyu added matter of factly causing the others to let out laughter.

so even though it was somewhat unsettling, it didn't become horrifying until the voice replaced "happy birthday to you," with "happy birthday (y/n)."

the place then became a chorus of "did yall hear that shit?" and "yeo what the fuck?!" after they noticed that, with (y/n) in particular being especially shook that there seemed to be a demon singing specifically to them, and their eyes went wide as the voice continued to serenade them, albeit poorly.

"see, this ain't it no more." soobin announced and hueningkai nodded in agreement. "h-how do they know it's (n/n)' birthday? much less who (y/n) is?" beomgyu asked as he held onto (y/n) even tighter than he was before. "i'm scared now."

"that's what we all want to know," yeonjun answered before reaching up to adjust his wig, before feeling nothing but his real hair tied back. he knew his wig didn't fall off or get snatched off, he had it secured with bobby pins, because it was one of his mother's wigs and he didn't want to lose it, but it had just completely disappeared.

"uh...my wig is gone," yeonjun announced and soobin just nodded. "same."

"no i mean it's for real gone... my dora or lord farquaad or whatever the fuck wig i was wearing earlier just.. disappeared into thin air." yeonjun continued to explain as he continued to search the surrounding area for it, just in case it fell out of his head but it was actually gone.

"see, i told y'all asses there were demons in here, but y'all didn’t wanna listen now y'all getting your shit taken, and demons are singing happy birthday to (y/n) and shit, and now y'all shocked," taehyun added with a huff.

"tyun, ain't no demons in here. if there were demons in here, they would do a lot worse than steal hats and wigs and sing happy birthday, believe that. they'd be torturing us psychologically, and- wait, where the fuck is my sheep hat?" hueningkai touched the top of his head, where his costume top was missing from, and now he was heated.

"yeah, we gotta get outta here."

more shit like that continued to happen with the voice continuing to reference them by name, and reference stuff that only people that know them would know, like soobin almost running someone over once, or yeonjun’s furry suit,and then, near the end of the ride, it all came together in the worst possible way.

a single echoing voice with a thick new york accent screaming "SCUUUUM GANGGGG!" followed by a laugh in the distance that sounded a lot like jyp’s laugh.

and in that moment, all of them literally hopped off of the cart and ran towards the exit.

[johnisntevendead]

For the fall ask thing: 3, 6, 7, 11, 14, 15, 17, 18, 20, 22

*strums guitar* aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

3. haunted house

“Why do you want to do this?” Dolls demands as the linemoves.  “Like, really, every day isHalloween, we get a day off and you wanna go to the haunted house.  What’s that even about?”

Chin dropping and eyes widening, Wynonna smooths her handsdown the front of his sweater and says, “Haunted houses are fun. I’ll let you hold my hand in case you get scared, though.”  Her voice is so low, so syrupy-sweet that hecan’t not be kissing her, a brief slide of his lips on hers, as she whispers,“Do you think you’ll get scared?”

“I’ll try to contain myself,” he mutters.

“Buddy, the line,” some guy behind him says.

“You’re so distracting,” he grumbles, pushing her untilthey’ve caught up with the people ahead of them.

“It’s what I do best,” she nods, threading their fingerstogether and leans into his shoulder. They’re close enough now to the house that they can hear screams.  It’s just for fun, but he’s got a knee-jerkreaction to that sound for pretty obvious reasons.  “Deep breaths, boss.”

“I’m fine,” he says.

They follow a group inside, and it’s too dark after the sunlightoutside, not even dusk yet—it smells like dust and a fog machine.  He can just make out the figures of thepeople ahead of him, holds her hand maybe a little tighter than necessary.

He jumps when someone leaps out at him, illuminated brieflyin the quick, jerky strobe light.  Hehears Wynonna’s quick, giddy giggle as she tugs him ahead, hears her startledshriek when someone else jumps out of another corner.  She pulls his arm, they catch up with thegroup of people huddled close together at the next door.

When he screams when someone grabs his ankle, he knows he’smade his fatal mistake.

--

6. ghost stories

Baby monitor in the cup holder of her lawn chair, Wynonnaleans forward with her hands wrapped around a warm mug of spiked cider.  Dolls watches her, bright eyes illuminatedoddly by the fire as she looks around at the others, circling the firepit.  He knows what she’s doing before she evenopens her mouth.  “I wanna tell you guysa story,” she says, voice pitched low.  “AboutDisney.”

“Disney?” Nicole parrots, frowning.

“Yes, Disney, don’t ruin the mood,” Wynonna scolds.  “So, there was this park that was abandonedby Disney, and they cited all sorts of reasons…”  Dolls has read this one—because she made him—listens to her recite the storywith unnerving dedication, and she does a good job, riding the line of suspensefuland suspension of disbelief.  As she getsto the part about the dressing room, her voice grows urgent, breathing staccato,her eyes wide and scared.  She talksabout Mickey, photo-negative and crumbling, standing in the middle of the room,and he could almost see him swaying where he stands.  “And then Mickey looks at him, and asks, ‘Hey,wanna see my head come off?’”

Her strange, strained Mickey Mouse voice is so perfectly wrong it makes the hairs onhis arms stand on end.  Out of the cornerof his eye, he sees a shudder ripple through the others.

After she finishes her story, the others are completelysilent, and the only noise is the crackling of the fire.

“Quick question:  whatthe fuck, Earp?” Nicole demands.

--

7. scary movies

“Oh, no,” Wynonna moans into his shoulder, eyes glued to thescreen.  “Why did you pick this?”

“I’d never seen it before,” he says quietly, cringing at theunnerving, mask-like faces of the people on screen.  They’d expected Waves and Nicole to jointhem, but as soon as they saw what they were planning on watching, neither evenbothered to come up with an excuse, just noped their way upstairs.  He’s starting to realize the genius of theirforesight.

“This isn’t even that scary, I just don’t like them,” shemumbles, curling closer.  “I wish they’dblink.”

“You know, if we don’t finish this, no one has to know,” heoffers.

Snorting, she pats the center of his chest and says, “But I’dknow, and I dunno if I can handle that.”

There’s an effective jumpscare and they both gasp.

--

11. pumpkin patch

This had really been Dolls’ idea—if she’s honest, Wynonnadoesn’t hate it.  She looks over hershoulder and sees Sprout sitting on a picnic table next to Doc who’s seated onthe bench so they’re nearly on-level.  He’sgot his hat tipped back, smile bright as he listens to whatever she’s saying.  There’s something warm and fuzzy in her chestas she watches them.  Dolls’ hand skimsher back as he asks, “Cocoa or cider?”

“Cider,” she says, looking back up at him; then, shecontinues fondly, “This is so cheesy.”

“Yeah, but fun,” he counters.

“Fun,” she huffs. They get their drinks, warm their bare hands on paper cups.  She carries Doc’s cider as well, while Dollshas his and the cocoa that he’d gotten for Sprout, cooled with cold milk.

As they trek back, footsteps crunching brown grass, shehears, “—and then Ava bet he couldn’t slide on the ice—”

“And that’s how Michelle became the proud mother of thefirst five-year-old detention of the year,” she mumbles confidentially toDolls.  “Honestly, I thought it’d be me.”

“Honestly, me too,” he shoots back.

As cheesy as Wynonna may find it, Sprout has fun runningthrough the pumpkin patch, plucking oddly-shaped ones and offering them untileach of them is carrying their own misshapen gourd.  “Mine looks like a Batman villain,” Wynonnawhispers.  There’s a barn where an oldwoman dishes up homemade applesauce, the space taken up almost entirely bytables and carving stations.  She andSprout have way too much fun diggingout pumpkin guts, sleeves rolled up to their elbows and paper aprons on but notentirely protecting their clothes from the gore.

“I worry about you,” Dolls says mildly as she makes soundeffects for her pumpkins death rattle and claws the last of the stringy seedsfrom inside.

--

14. baking

been done, my friend

--

15. bobbing for apples

Looking like someone challengedher, Wynonna throws her hair up and Dolls laughs, whispers, “I like the greenones,” as he brushes his lips to her white-painted cheek.  She winks and gets on her knees, handsgrasped behind her back, as she waits for Chrissie Nedley to give her and theothers kneeling at the kiddie pool full of water and apples the go ahead.  When she does, Wynonna lunges forward.  Dolls laughs, hears people cheering otherson, watches her chase the elusive fruit. There’s a little fighting, a lot of splashing, she elbows Nicole next toher playfully.

Soon, though, she sits up, green apple clutched in herteeth, and turns to grin at him around it. She’s the first to stand, the fake blood that had smeared her chin andneck now faded away to a pinkish stain. She crunches down loudly and offers the rest.

“Proud of me, boss?” she teases as he takes a bite.

“Always, love,” he says earnestly.

With a quick eye roll, she shrugs and pulls her hair out ofits ponytail.

--

17. caramel/candy apples

also done

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18. wine tasting

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20. crunching leaves

After a while, Dolls realizes the growing tension in theroom is mostly because Wynonna’s starting to go a little stir-crazy.  When he can’t possibly stand the antsy wayshe’s been fidgeting for the last, like, hour anymore, he stands and asks, “Youwanna go for a walk?”

“God, yes,” she huffs, pushing her chair back with a creakand shoving to her feet.  “Coffee, let’sgo get coffee.  From not here.”

He grabs his jacket as they leave the room, and at Nicole’squestioning look from the front desk, he explains, “Coffee run.  Usual?”

“Yeah, thanks,” she says, and he can feel her frown afterthem.

Outside, he hears Wynonna’s deep inhale, her slow exhale,but her face is pinched and tense and closed off.  He thinks he knows what’s going on—it’s beenquiet lately, and they needed the break, but it’s hard to feel like the momentthey fully unclench the world’s gonna go to shit around them again.  It would almost be better to be in constantmotion than to get a break you can’t trust. He takes her hand in his as the sidewalk begins, blanketed by dryleaves, every footfall a crisp crunch. She puffs out a sigh and frowns over at him.

“My hair is doing the tingling thing again,” she finallysays.  “Something’s coming, and it’sgonna be bad, and people are gonna die, and—”

“Hey,” he interrupts gently, combing his fingers through herhair, “When something else comes up, we’ll take care of it.  It’s okay not to be able to saveeveryone.  You physically cannot saveeveryone.”

“Pep talk needs work,” she mumbles, but something in herseems to loosen as she leans into his touch.

--

22. raking leaves

“I would not be doing this if you weren’t broken, I want youto know that from, like, the depths of my soul,” Wynonna says haughtily.

“And I really, really appreciate you doing it!” Nicole callsfrom the porch, leaning on a crutch under the arm that isn’t in a cast.  “Like, Iappreciate it so much, you’re such a good friend!”

Pausing, Wynonna rocks the rake back and forth beforeasking, “Doctors give you the good drugs?”

“They sure did,” she grins.

“Go inside before you freeze your tits off—you know Waveswould never forgive me,” she says, firm and serious.  Shaking her head and laughing, Nicole atleast does as she’s told.  In spite ofthe cool fall air, it only takes a few minutes for her to shed her jacket.  The yard isn’t exactly small, and Wynonna decides as she’s finally packing away the lastpile of dead leaves that she’s really gotta review the Black Badge hierarchicalchart to see how on earth she endedup being the one with this job.  Her noseis numb and her palms are red and starting to feel a little blistered.

After tossing the rake back into Nicole’s shed, she snagsher jacket on her way up to the door, hollering, “Not for nothing, but a reallyappreciative host would have made me coffee.”

“Rude,” Nicole mumbles from the couch, injured leg proppedup on a pillow on the arm.  “And I did make you coffee, so there.”

[ask-the-totally-real-peppino]

It is i! The one who collects the random facts!

(And forgets if my questions have been answered or not!)

Can Pep do the whole "Take off my head and throw it at Peppino" thing? Like he did in Pizza tower? Since in this Au he's more... melty.

(I have offhandedly mentioned it a few times, but yes, Pep can remove his head like in game (anything that happens in game, assume he can do). The fact that he is 'melty' does not affect his ability to do so - unless he is upset and unable to hold his form, making parts of his body fuse into each other

In fact, all clones (Fake Peppinos and Peppiclones alike), can remove their heads, and it's kind of a bonding experience to swap heads for a while hehe

Anyway, Pep brain jumpscare raugh!!!