these were headcannon's before I said fuck it and made my own oc's with these exact traits. also a BIG thank you for for adding the Pizza Tower category! =D
tw for extreme pizza violence.
started: 2/4/2022
the Noise doesn't like pizza.
...
well, he DOES, but he doesn't like NORMAL pizza. he doesn't like pepperoni pizza, or mushroom pizza, or sausage, or olive, pineapple, pepper, garlic. no, his taste is far more. refined. much more rat-like. inhuman.
no, he likes his pizza with candycorn toppings. marshmallows. gummy worms, chocolate chips, cookie dough; maybe even an ice pop thrown on top, or cotton candy sprinkled in the cheese. if it was sweet, then you bet your bottom dollar that it would be added to the mix.
because of this, he's been mass banned from pretty much every single pizza place in the entire city, and that's a lot of places to get banned from. the only place he has left to go and order his most favoured treats from is Peppino's "delivers everywhere" restaurant.
and sure, Peppino thought it was ironic at first. it was the only reason he'd agreed to cook the damned thing - because he honestly didn't think the Noise would actually eat it. and when he did eat the whole disc, in one bite, without turning green, he kept coming back, and ordering a different candy-flavoured topping. he eats the entire thing - cheese, sauce, dough, and candy - in one go, tips, and then leaves.
Peppino has a hole in the stove, where he usually crawls in to to cry. when the Noise became a regular, the hole had seen more use than it ever had before. he can't ban Noise from his shop since he pays so well - Noise is pretty much his only source of real income these days, and he's loathe to admit it.
his soul shatters that much more when Noise skips through the door, his stupid, open mouthed grin staring him down as he giddily bounces toward the counter, his cape fluttering behind him. he hops onto a stool and leans in, expression all knowing, eyes twinkling, like he knows how much discomfort he causes Peppino, and he relishes in it.
Peppino often wonders why it's him that has to suffer through this. why he has to be the one that prepares and cooks and weighs those damn discs of doom at least once a week. then he remembers the money. and then he remembers that rent is due next month. and really, sometimes the Noise brings a pack of the candy he wants the toppings of, that he gleefully slaps on to the counter, so he doesn't have to pay for all of the ingredients this time. still, the stench of cotton candy mixed in cheese, and melted candycorns in the sauce, and nutella crusted crust, really does drain his mental energy some days.
he hates the Noise for it, when he's at his wits end. he's made a sworn enemy of the Noise. and the funny thing is, he doesn't think the Noise even realises this; Noise thinks they're best buddies, work colleagues, partners in pizza, when the truth is that Peppino see's them as mortal enemies that should duel for the right to see which one of them deserves to live by the end of their blood-fest. he'd rather have Noise claw and kick and throw bombs at him than be forced to bake another cotton-candy-BBQ-sauced-flavoured pizza ever again.
he didn't even KNOW that cotton candy could come in normal, every day food flavours, nor did he WANT to know.