#shadough 🧁💀

[pizzatrocious]

...No chance in letting a guy rest, huh?

He'd already given up. He'd already accepted his defeat, accepted his death, and slowly slipped into unconsciousness in that horrible storm of noise that lurked within that wretched beast. But amongst all of the laughs, all of the screams, all of the anger starting to boil over within the serpent... was a whisper.

It begged him. Pleaded with him. Asked him to help. Wished for him not to give up. Hoped he would find the strength to pick himself back up...

. . .

She wanted him to help her friends.

. . .

What use were friends, anyway? He certainly didn't need 'em. In all his short-lived life, he ALWAYS worked alone, no matter the circumstance. Friends would've just weighed him down, made him weak, made him soft. Soft and weak, much like Peppino.

...Much like Peppino, who'd bested him so quickly and efficiently, even with the odds stacked against him. Much like Peppino, whose scream of terror and unyielding rage pierced through him in this very moment.

. . .

...Well. He may not give a damn about helping these guys, but if it means being able to sabotage that snake bastard in ANY way whatsoever... Maybe holding off death for just a moment more wasn't so bad. Death was currently occupied with the fight, anyway.

Currently unbeknownst to all but the Fake, when the bus exploded, it sent the remains of one of the duplicates into the crowd—the very same one that was just fighting the Noise. Though it consisted almost entirely of the snake itself... it was impure in its construct. A tiny drop of a more doughy substance lurked within, awaiting a final moment that never arrived.

The puddle began to bubble. It began to boil. Its colors began to shift, the orange substance turning into a more pale, fleshy color. Then, swirls of red. Swirls of black. Swirls of pink. Slowly, it rose... beginning to take the form of something human. Something Peppino-shaped.

It struggled to keep together. It struggled to reach for the nearby railing that sat between seats. It struggled to SNAP a piece of metal railing off of the structure, swinging it a few times to feel out its weight. It struggled and struggled... but it pushed forward nonetheless.

After all, if their time here was limited...

They may as well do as much damage as they can.

[pizzatrocious]

They watched the night sky with a hollow sense of longing as they made their way toward the building in the distance. The night felt as though it'd gone on forever, and for them, it would. Both of them had accepted their fates long ago, long before this. For one of them, their fate was relinquished to passion. For the other, it was given out of love.

It was fairly easy to leave the battlefield, once the fog began to clear. Despite their struggle to stay together, the clones that littered the battlefield were little more than child's play to one of them, all the effort to dispatch them being in swinging the weapon itself. When the fog began to clear, they knew it'd be for the best to make their exit as well. After all... a sad, prolonged goodbye would be too much for one of their hearts to bear, and too much of a time-waster for the other, who was barely managing as it is.

The Peppino clone shambled through the slightly-damaged, unlocked doors of Peppino's Pizzeria, their body bubbling and struggling to hold its shape. Managing to find a pencil and blank receipt paper after a bit of a struggle, they sat down at one of the tables that'd been pushed to the side, the night sky through the windows illuminating them.

One of them spoke, but... not verbally. Instead, a voice echoed through their head, his otherwise rough demeanor declawed by his exhaustion.

'Well... hell of a workout, but we're here.'

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