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pizzaheadtv · 1 year
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this is so fucked up
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sonicasura · 3 months
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Here's another crack idea that popped into my head. Persona 5's Ren Amamiya/Joker being the biological son of Pizza Tower's Peppino Spaghetti.
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Is it dumb? Yes. Is it absurdly stupid and insane? Yes. Do I regret this? FUCK NO. Let Joker be half crazy Italian with an even more nutty father who WILL pile drive god if he has to. Also his last name for this shall be Spaghetti, Amamiya being his middle, cause I ain't half assing things.
(Putting a link to Part 2 here and make sure people check the reblogs for this as I added an extra page!)
Peppino is the anxious father that does his best to raise his kid despite the various issues he has to face. Whether it be finding a decent school, make sure there's some money for a little rare treat, or keep Ren's awful mother from breaking shared custody rules. Do not trifle with this man.
Any rat/mouse/raccoon in the restaurant? Those are Ren's pets who eat the insects and scare off the bad customers. (Kid does lemonade stands to buy pet friendly soap alongside basic necessities.) Peppino doesn't question it since they make his son happy and take care of the pests.
Ren absolutely helped around the pizzeria whenever he could. First time Peppino cries is when his kid made his first pizza. The second being a 12 year old Ren getting him a well made chef's hat for a birthday present. (You can say our boy already has Rank 3 proficiency.)
All the Pizza Tower weirdness can be considered normal for Joker as he doesn't exactly come from the Personaverse. (I wholeheartedly believe in Ren being a sheer cryptid, even more after seeing this comic.) His mother just dumped him there during her turn and left Ren in that neighborhood where he comes across Shido. Yes, Peppino absolutely lost it when his precious little Spaghetti didn't come home that night.
He looked everywhere for Ren and the events of Pizza Tower only put a big fat Stop Sign to that for quite awhile. Meanwhile the younger Spaghetti didn't have a fun time adjusting until Persona 5 truly kicked off. He wasn't thrown in a rigged court trial.
Ren just knocked Shido's lights out then fucking outran the cops like his Pops would on a 3rd lap game wise. He finds Leblanc and camps out there for two months. Well until Sojiro barely manages to drag Ren inside as his sanity(heart) couldn't handle this strange homeless teen facing the harsh elements. The kid running like an insane Usain Bolt when startled didn't help too.
Ren is absolutely homesick thus his Persona get to hear it the most. (I'm aware of the sheer irony with a French Persona having an half Italian wielder.) Arséne is very curious to meet Ren's father at some point and cackled upon hearing his charge's antics.
The other Thieves have no clue about how bizarre their leader's origins is. Funnily enough, Haru wholeheartedly believes in Ren's stories despite even Morgana considering it a crazy tall tale. (She got rewarded with a video of an 8 year old Ren having a breakdancing contest against his dad while sentient pizza toppings cheered them on.) The guy doesn't blame his other friends and is instead waiting for the chance to blow their minds like the gremlin he is.
Well Ren can thank Royal's Third Semester cause guess who shows up for the true boss fight?! A wild Peppino at Mach 4 speed about to pile drive his kid's former councilor. Haru is the only person not gawking when Ren's dad drags the unconscious man out before FINALLY being able to hug his kid.
Joker gets an extra gift than just him and his friends being able to keep their Persona. He can now visit everyone with a simple press of his phone. Sojiro and Peppino absolutely butt heads in a mostly friendly father flavored rivalry. (Ren doesn't notice at first as he's too busy showing One Shot Kill Medjed to Gustavo.)
Peppino absolutely fainted when his son drops an entire suitcase with enough money to not only pay off the debt but to even refurbish the diner and still have cash leftover. Maximum money perks can make Mementos a good place to grind. Ren always converted a chunk of his spoils to the appropriate currency so he can help his dad.
Peppino's Pizzeria is a secondary hangout for the Phantom Thieves and absolutely gets subjected to Persona shenanigans. Game Night is for everyone despite the fact Carmen/Milady/Arséne tend to cheat at cards. Peppino takes it as an excuse to do it too.
The older Spaghetti does his best to support his son and his friends. Whether it be making pizza that grant great stat buffs, help in battle if Ren can find a Golden Pizza Cutter whenever traversing a dungeon or offer some simple advice. Peppino will continue to drop kick anyone who gets in the way of that.
And this anxiety driven beat shall play at maximum volume.
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cosmica-galaxy · 1 year
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could you do some Fake Peppino x a fem Y/N?
asking for a friend 😳
Ayo, can you send your friend over here so I can talk to them? /lh /j
Have a domestic work morning with Fakey Boi!
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The sound of your alarm blaring wakes you out of your slumber and you find yourself slamming your hand down onto the noisy device in an attempt to silence it.
Groaning when it finally stops, you pull the covers away from your head. Revealing your messy hair and disgruntled expression to the world as you sigh in frustration.
Upon laying there dozing for a few minutes, you take notice of the secondary presence laying on your bed. You already knew who it was as you wordlessly smiled and turned over in the sheets, wrapping your arms around a familiar squishy midsection. You hear a familiar "mrrp" come from your lanky companion who was laying beside you in response to being hugged by you.
You snuggle into the soft midsection as familiar purring starts up just underneath your head and you let out a comforted sigh as two familiar hands press into your back. Locking you in a lazy embrace.
"Morning, Peppy..." You yawn, getting a slow and grumbling distorted response from the creature laying on the bed. His version of a "good morning".
You both lay there silently and embrace one another before you let out a sigh.
"Well. Time to start the normal routine all over again. It's Monday after all. Come on...we gotta get up, Peppy." You yawn once more, slinking out of Peppy's embrace as you sit up, ignoring the way he whines in an upset manner.
You sling your lower half off the bed and you stretch before standing up completely. Looking over your shoulder, you can see Fake Peppino stretching as well, letting out a large yawn of his own before his expression focuses on you and the semi-permanent smile returns. Seemingly unaware of the fact that his tongue is hanging out slightly. You couldn't help but giggle a bit in response to his expression.
Now, your shared routine begins.
You get up and head to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day while Fake Peppino topples out of your shared bed, like he does every morning, before striding off to get you some breakfast ready before you head off to work.
You brush your teeth, go to the bathroom, wash your face, and get your uniform on while the aroma of something cooking fills your home. It was certainly an improvement to when you lived alone...you couldn’t imagine going back to a work schedule where you had to go to work without eating breakfast.
You slip on a familiar work outfit that you have worn numerous times before effortlessly, it was almost scarily automatic at this point. But once you were ready, you headed into the kitchen, where your tall housemate was.
Fake Peppino's lanky form walks around your kitchen with ease as his malleable arms and legs bend and stretch across it with grace. It was almost hypnotic in the way he moved from one place to another so quickly. He then notices you taking a seat at the table and smiles widely at you and gives you a wave. You smile and wave to him in return as he collects your breakfast.
"So...what's on the menu this morning, Peppy?" You say as the clone in question pours you a glass of your favorite drink.
"Setelemo! (Omelets!)" He replies happily, placing a freshly made omelet down in front of you.
"Oh, wow! Thank you so much, Peppy!" You grin as you scratch his chin lovingly, enticing a series of purrs to come from his throat. "Remember to get you some breakfast too! You have to be at Peppino's in 2 hours!"
He nods before he turns back to the stove. Allowing you to calmly eat your food and both of you made small talk about what was on the agenda for this week.
Once breakfast is concluded and you’ve eaten, you take a peek at the time and let out a huff.
"Well...sadly, it's time for me to get to work. I'll be back home at my usual time...if they don't keep me for an overtime shift again." You sigh as you stand up and fetch the keys to your car.
Fake Peppino whines as he hurries over and places his long arms around you, causing you to let out a series of laughs. Patting his flexible arms gently, you turn to him and give him a hug, which he returns.
"Aww...don't worry, big guy! I'll be back soon! Someone has to pay for all these nice things after all! But, hey! At least you came free! Heeheehee!" You giggle as Fake Peppino gives you a couple of gentle licks before releasing you.
"Have a good day, Peppy! I'll see you when I get home!" You finish as you open the door and wave goodbye, trying to resist the puppy-dog look he was giving you, but you waggle your finger at him before you head out the door.
Some people may find your current living predicament strange.
A creature that's the clone of a local pizza-maker and is mixed with partial animal DNA is currently living under your roof and sleeping in your bed...but you wouldn't change a thing.
You love your tall goopy housemate and nobody would be able to change your mind about him.
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hydroticsquid · 1 year
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OK FINALLY DID LIKE SOME OF HER SPRITES I GUESS, design up8! woohoo! anyhoo shes like now 2 and a half peppino tall. Literally
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phantomdoofer · 6 months
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Peppino picked his way quietly through the dark room. Every nerve jangled like a string of bells. Just a little-a more, Peppino. You've-a got to be getting close-a to the top! He was terrified, but he refused to let Pizzaface destroy his pizzeria. It was all he had left.
He clutched his head. All this stress is-a giving me headaches! In fact, he'd even gotten a few nosebleeds on the way up. At least the thought they were nosebleeds - they were the right color, but they were oddly thick. That-a can't be good. Is-a this place doing something to me?
He creeped through the shadows. Considering how threatening the Tower had seemed, it had been surprisingly empty. Very few inhabitants, every door open. Half the lights were off. He'd just strolled in and made his way through. It-a feels... abandoned. Every path had looked like a bulldozer had been through it. Every inhabitant he'd seen had run away and hidden, clearly terrified. Here on the fourth floor, though, there had been more. Those creepy clones had been everywhere, infesting the place like roaches. He whimpered at the memory of them. Hopping-a around like frogs that look-a like me! He'd run them down, of course - he had no choice. It was them or him. But he'd wanted to scream the entire time.
He crossed through another open gate, this one with a caricature of his face on it. That's-a not ominous at all... wait, what-a the hell is this? On the other side was a run-down parody of his pizzeria. All over the walls were scribbles and drawings of his face, and his name. Peppino, Peppino. I'm Peppino. On the wall was a grotesquely accurate drawing of himself.
It took everything he had not to turn and run right out of the Tower.
Suddenly the door slammed shut behind him. He shrieked and leapt forward, landing in a crouch. On the wall behind him was some sort of creature. Another-a clone! But this-a one's bigger and nastier! It dropped to the floor, dripping and oozing. It struggled to stand - it looked like it was having trouble staying together. It finally stood, well over seven feet tall. It wobbled and wiggled, like jelly. No, dough. It's-a made of dough. It's expression was terrifying - the look of rage was clear even through the distorted features. It shook and quivered, then roared at him.
"GIB UT BUG!"
It lunged, trying to grab him. He leapt away, desperately trying to avoid it's hands. He spun and ran, but found he was trapped in the room with it. Il cielo mi aiuti, I have-a to fight it! He ran back at it, trying to knock it down, but it leapt away, latching onto the ceiling. Then it launched itself at him again, the impact knocking him to the ground. He quickly rolled away and back to his feet, then took a swing at it. Its goopy body just twisted out of the way. It wrapped an arm around him and threw him into the wall. He gasped as all the air left his lungs. It's like-a it knows what I'm going-a to do! He kicked off of the wall, looking for any way to escape. I-a can't beat it! It's-a too strong! No windows, no other doors, the barred one's gate looked solid and unbreakable, even at full speed. What-a do I do? WHAT-A DO I DO??
Suddenly its arm wrapped around him again, this time around his head. He couldn't breathe. It lifted him off the ground, held him up to its face. He struggled, but it was hopeless. I'm-a dead this time.
As he faded out, it burbled something. "Aim slurry..."
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He woke up surrounded by fluid. His ears bubbled. He looked around blearily. What-a... where-a am I? Some-a sort of... glass tube?
He heard a noise to his right, and turned. There was a glass tube beside his, and out of it fell...me?
The other him groaned and picked himself up. "Ah, meno male, it worked." He wiped his face and brushed fluid from his clothes. He shook himself, then turned to face the other tube. He walked over, and put a hand on the glass.
"Bwat... is... habbenig?" He burbled. His voice sounded strange, even in the fluid. Like-a that monster's voice. Oh-a no...
The other Peppino looked sad. "I'm-a sorry. You don't-a have much time, so let me explain. I'm-a the real Peppino. You're a copy, made-a by Pizzahead."
"No!" he yelled. "I'be he rule Bebimo! I cabe ear do zabe ma beesareah!"
The other shook his head. "Yes, I-a did. When I got to the fourth floor, that big-a clone knocked me out. But Pizzahead wanted to torture me more, so he put me in-a that failing body, and copied just enough of me into-a my body to make it run through the Tower again, so I could watch while I fell apart. He told-a me so. He knew it would-a drive me crazy. It almost-a worked. It took everything I had to stay-a sane til you got there." He looked up. "Think about it. Do-a you remember anything about before? Mama, Papa, Gustavo, any of them? How-a you even started the pizzeria? Where Papa is?"
Nothing. There was nothing.
He shook in horror. Who are those-a people? What is he-a talking about? Of course I... I... he shook harder. What... was before?
He reached his arms up and grasped his head. His hands sank into his head, terrifying him more. "Dur's nodding dere. Nodding! Who...? Am I...?" He sobbed. Peppino watched from outside, looking both angry and sad. "What... habben... me... now?"
Peppino shook his head again. "I'm-a sorry. There's-a nothing else I can do. I barely-a figured out how to get this thing to swap my brain back in time. I wish I could-a do more for you. Give-a you a chance."
He twitched. His body was coming apart. His thoughts were unraveling. "I... I..."
"I'll-a get him for this. For you, too," Peppino said. "That's-a all I can do for you." Peppino leaned his forehead on the glass.
He reached the melting remains of his hand out and touched the glass. I...
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Peppino watched as the clone dissolved into a cloud of goo. He seethed. A few more hours, and that would have been me. Even if he was just a sad copy of me, he didn't deserve that. Suddenly his anger burst, backed by fear and hate, and he turned to the machine, punching and kicking it to pieces, shattering the glass and metal. He screamed his defiance, his grief, his rage for the whole tower to hear. He'd been angry before, but now he burned with deadly fury. Row after row of tubes broke as he worked to destroy everything he saw. His knuckles were bloody and shredded by the time he was done, but it was irreparably destroyed. No more clones for you, you bastardo. He stalked out of the room, his eyes wild. Maybe he'd have spared him before, but this had been the last straw. I'm coming for you, Pizzahead. I'll break you if it's the last thing I do.
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cryptidofthekeys · 1 year
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welp
my brain gave me what i wanted last night
had a dream with Feppino!
...now I know what y’all are gonna be thinking, oh god its going to be fucking horrifying isn’t it?
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((Uh-Oh a keep reading bc its a long explanation))
...well ok yeah it was at FIRST bc i was in uh the bruno pizza place, with only a lil bit of lighting and Feppino was stalkin and lurking- I remember not being able to move but I was standing, like, some sort of weird fucking paralysis idk
but I couldn’t move but I heard something skittering, something b i g- I couldn’t even turn around to face who I kinda knew it’d be-
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I just listened to the skittering and then I heard something right above me and the stereotypical horror fashion, I was granted movement this time but only my head, so I look up and wowza,, there he is, hovering right over me, w i d e grin
...okay I won’t deny, when you see him that close to you, he is... Unsettling but,, literally,, as horrifying as the first half was, he just kinda... dripped onto the floor, like just fuckin melted from the ceiling onto the floor and then reformed
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a tall way too long man him is ...here’s where it gets unbelievably less horrifying, I feel like he could see I was getting a lil bit anxious and scared bc I remember his face lighting up and he frowned for a moment before suddenly advancing toward me
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and then he kinda just,, he just helped me sit down and then he wrapped himself around me, noodly long arms and even his body in general, he just curled around me and snuggled me (it sounds longer than it should be anytime I describe a dream, y’all this lasted for maybe like 2 minutes tops)
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but it was honestly kinda cute and wholesome, I couldn’t understand him when he spoke, bc it was just,, it was either gibberish or backwards speak- but either way, he very much had no intentions to harm me, I was also finally granted full movement and I just cuddled him back
....also for a funny bit, I remember seeing like,, one of the enemies waltz in- I can’t remember which one it was but needless to say Feppino was NOT having it, he first covered my ears and then I could hear him muffled-ly screeching and that lil bitch r a n
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so the moral of this dream is NEVER EVER fucking interrupt Feppino’s sleepy cuddle times, it was scary at first but honestly great throughout the second half, we just cuddled and fell asleep together
....although i do find it kinda funny how my first dream with Peppino was scarier than this, literally- its just that meme of nice cat of the week
Nice lad of the week: Feppino (Cuddled Nicely :D)
Bad lad of the week: Peppino (fucking bit my ass >:/)
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