#emptyzone

[pizzatrocious]

LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!

As usual, the audience waited in the dark studio silently... waited for their host, waited for themselves, waited for their god. The drumroll you were all more than used to by now began, feeling more like an ill omen than something of excitement. The deep red curtains lifted, and a single spotlight flicked on.

The little bastard himself was already there, striking a pose...

Then, another...

Then, one more, for good measure!

"HELLOOOOOOOOOO, LADIES AND WHELPS!!! I'M YOUR HOST, THE NOISE, AND WELCOME TO TODAY'S EPISODE OF—"

The title card flashed on-screen.

"—NOISY COOKING!"

The lights flicked on as the empty crowd went wild, revealing a kitchen not unlike that of Peppino's Pizzeria! Though similar in appearance however, the kitchen appeared spotless, the appliances brand new. In front of the Noise sat a cutting board, a set of heating elements, and an arrangement of kitchen knives and utensils. Fresh produce lay neatly across the table, accompanied by a good handful of other main ingredients, herbs, and spices.

From beyond the kitchen set, multiple large shadows lurked, presumably the very same 'guards' he had set up the last time. From beyond the cameras and crowds, another clone behind a sniper rifle, the dim light of a game console barely illuminating him in the dark. Another silhouette wandered beyond the set, the shadow of a katana in its hand.

"TOOOOODAY, we've got one of our MOST SPECIAL guest stars yet! Originally we were plannin' on bringing him in LATER, but he just KEPT ON INSISTING. He's everyone's FAVORITE recurring guest star on NTV! You know him! You LOVE him! Rodents and worms, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEE'S PEPPINO!!"

The camera panned over toward Peppino, who had been stirring awake within the confines of a pot, rope tied tightly around him. Despite the alarming display, it seemed as though it was simply that—a display, and nothing more. No flame, no heating element, the giant pot simply sat harmlessly on the ground. He'd even already been fitted with a wireless microphone and a battery pack!

The rope, almost magically, began to loosen as the clone snapped his fingers. He gestured toward Peppino, enthusiastically calling him over to his side at the kitchen counter. No shackles, no chains, no cement shoes, even a set of knives within arm's reach... this was an odd display of arrogance, considering the last two guest stars.

"WELCOME TO THE SHOW, OL' PAL!! I'm sure it's good to be here! Why don't ya take a little moment to introduce yourself to the crowd! Tell 'em WHO you are, WHERE you're from, and WHAT you love most about cooking!"

If there was ever a time to stall for time, this was it.

#fake noise 🎙️📺 #emptyzone

[gildead]

current events on the dashboard be like

ft. @pizzatrocious, @asterismas, @emptyzone, @thetravelershub, @wariodemambo, and yours truly

#OUTSIDE THE TOWER. #UNMONOS YOUR CHROME. crack. #pizzatrocious #asterismas #emptyzone #thetravelershub #wariodemambo #[[was listening to this song again. and then it hit me.]]

[lultimagoccia]

@emptyzone is calling, pick up phone!

Sword! For Mario, because good god these clones can tell he's Mario and even with his brother he's being a bit overwhelmed,

Send “ Shield ” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

The Super Mario Brothers were great heroes, such that both of them were easy to recognize even lost amongst seemingly endless waves of clones and the fog of war. The two of them seemed to have each other covered pretty well, but an errant strike had managed to break past their defenses, nearly landing a critical blow on the red - hatted brother ...

— which was swiftly parried by Peppino as he thundered past the duo, in a moment of precision and sheer dumb luck. Still. It looked pretty cool, especially when he parted ways with them with a confident smirk and an ' okay! ' sign.

That one was for YOU, Luigi.

#;ask #;meme response #emptyzone #( the one positive for pepp in this event thusfar: he got to look INCREDIBLY cool in front of luigi #also mario was there )

[thebananwithaplan]

Meanwhile...

From the dressing room's TV, Banana could see that his own show was still going strong. At the same time, he knows he shouldn't get too distracted, but...

He wondered how that other mess was doing.

Just one quick glance.

....Is.

Is that a bus?

"...Heh. Took him long enough." Better aim for that victory royale now, Noise.

#dash commentary #appeeling show host (dancing banana) #emptyzone #pizzatrocious

[pizzamassacred]

@emptyzone

The sound of something wheezing. Air rattling through a constricted throat. Faint, slow gasps. It's following her. Following. Closer. Closer.

More broken bricks, fragments of dull purple and splattered with that same rusty color, scatter and roll. They're coming from behind her.

Something moves. Peripheral vision. Left side. A shade disappears. It's getting closer.

#;ic #;spirito #emptyzone #hi <3

[phonypizza]

The phone in Pino's pizzeria rings. There's a bit of silence before he hears an audible gulp,

"Hhhhey, uh. This is bossman, right? Peppino?" The teenager's voice quivers. "Sorry if hearing my voice is alarming, I'm. Fine. In-tact. Is Omino okay? Or Konin? I. I. Just woke up, I don't know how long it's been, I."

Ronnie trails off, completely at a loss for words currently.

Getting to the phone was a bit of a task. Thank god he's able to use his hands sort of like pincers to grasp the phone, but then there's a voice on the other end and it sounds... well, yeah, it sure sounds.

Remember being in the war with those soldiers, who were barely men? Boys just out of school? How some of them were so terrified when they reached the frontline with you?

"Hey. Ronnie. Sorry, it's a little hard to hear you... I need to-a put you on speaker but I'mma missing some fingers..." The phone beeps loudly a couple of times before Pino succeeds, with a sigh of relief. "Good. Good... you're alive. That's... good. I don't-a know where Omino is, and Konin... I haven't been able to-a reach him. Though it's probably best he stay away for now considering the. Everything. Happening right now."

Ronnie can hear something moving - a light sniffle in the background. Pino's voice. "Shh, Stellina, it's okay..."

Ah. Stellina. The egg thing.

... This isn't the 'right' Peppino, is it.

#!ic #!pino #!answered #?lore #emptyzone #waha. haha. haaaahh. hhhhhhhh #hell world.

[noisester]

Happy birthday Wyrm <3 here's to more extremely loud noises !!

#emptyzone #◜ 🔊 . worm ◞ #◜ 🍰 . inbox ◞ #// THANKS FOR NOISING WITH ME KIRM YOU DOOFUS

[djhallyboo]

"IF YOU'RE A FAMOUS TV SHOW HOST, HATE PIZZA, AND CURRENTLY BEIN' VICTIMIZED BY RECENT EVENTS, I'M WILLIN' TO TAKE ON YOUR CASE..."

"PRO BONO."

#HERE I COME! ic. #SHOULDA LISTENED TO THE SIGN. dash comm. #pizzatrocious #wariodemambo #emptyzone #noisester #[[ANYONE NEED A COPYRIGHT LAWYER TO GO AFTER THE COPYRIGHT INFRINGIN' CRIMINAL????]]

[cowboycheeseslime]

"Maybe y'get bullied 'cause you deserve it, idiot."

#!ic #!dash view #emptyzone #pressing the bully button with both hands

[nintendodeathsystem]

#LOL. LMAO EVEN. #powerdown (ic) (prg0) [!].nes #hills have eyes (dash comm) (prg0) [!].nes #antiiinnocence #emptyzone

[pizzatrocious]

The broadcast begins.

Several shadowy figures scramble about to find their places, several seeming to wander off-stage to who knows where.

Finally, a spotlight flicks on, revealing a lovely mahogany desk with a tasteful lamp, a small stack of papers, a mug of coffee, and a framed picture of Peppino that seemed to have been taken VERY recently. The stage had been carpeted with a lovely ornate brown and orange carpet that was reminiscent of a snake's patterns, and a set of deep red curtains hung behind it all.

"HELLOHELLOHELLO!! WELCOME TO THE SHOW YOU ALL KNOW AND LOVE—"

The audience chimed in.

"THAT! WONDERFUL! NOISE!"

"Today I've got a GREAT guest star on today, boys and girls! You know him, you LOVE him, everyone's favorite 'literally who?', HEEEEEEEEEERE'S RONNIE!"

The main stage lights would flick on, replacing the spotlight. Next to Noise's desk sat a surprisingly comfortable armchair! A small table sat next to the chair, a glass of water and a tray of simple sugar cookies on top.

Wearing a LOVELY pair of leg shackles, AND THIS TIME TO PREVENT ANY SHENANIGANS cement shoes (separated for comfort!), was none other than the victim himself!

Behind the teen stood two towering, comically muscular-looking versions of Fake Noise, both wearing earpieces and holding batons. From far beyond the crowd sat another Noise in sunglasses, focused on solving a Rubik's cube from behind the comfort of his sniper rifle! Clearly, the host had taken exhaustive measures to prevent any sort of DUMB STUPID IDIOT FROG NONSENSE this time.

"Thanks for takin' the time outta your schedule to join the show on SUCH SHORT NOTICE! Tell us a little about yourself! I'm sure the audience is just DYING to know!"

The audience was, much like the previous episode...

Completely nonexistent.

#fake noise 🎙️📺 #emptyzone #Art by wariodemambo / Rosie!

[bertmango]

Liminal Peckham

#liminal #infiniteartmachine #surreal #liminal spaces #dereality #empty spaces #emptyzone #london #urbanexploration #brutalism #perspective #lookingup_architecture #jj_architecture #brutal_architecture #archidaily #superarchitects

[gildead]

Sorry, Jimmy. Sorry, Mona. He knew that he was supposed to stay at home with them. That he was grounded and supposed to wait for his dad to return, watching over his unconscious Celebi.

But the talking pizza man who made him a grilled cheese once made too convincing of an argument, and he's rather sick of being placed on the sidelines.

Besides, that thing killed his sister.

He's not alone, anyway.

"This was a terrible idea, boy." Please, obviously, came with him, as well as CC's Igglybuff strapped to Gold in a baby carrier.

"CC saved Dad." Gold swallows as he takes in the chaotic battlefield of various muses, sticking to the shadows. He's already dropped his sleeves, revealing his true horrifying visage... though Igglybuff doesn't seem to mind all that much. "We gotta avenge her. Even if we can't get her back--"

Please huffed, blowing steam through her nostrils. "The Voice of the Forest isn't even awake left. And you left Forever and Sable with them."

Gold frowns. "Sable'll keep Forever in line. I think."

"We can only hope." Please enters a battle stance as the two set upon a crowd of clones, all hungrily turning to face the group of them. "Alright, boy, say the word."

"Alright, Please!" Gold nods forwards, towards the group of Fake Noises descending on them. "Use Earthquake!"

Please roars, and the battle begins.

#FACE THIS NIGHTMARE. ic. #MEMORIES ALL TWIST AND SHATTER. drabbles. #PLEASE. typhlosion. #pizzatrocious #emptyzone #[[THIS IS FOR COTTON CANDY YOU EKANS PIECE OF SHIT.]]

[lultimagoccia]

@emptyzone is calling, pick up phone!

Ring, ring. The pizzeria's phone goes off. There's a bit of silence on the other end, slightly hesitant to speak up-- "Uh, bossman?" That's a better intro, right? Ronnie audibly sucks in air through his teeth. "I, uh. Okay. First off, I'm aliiiiive," It's said with an awkward teenage tone, "Second, uh. Uhh. I think I've accidentally been working for five of you this entire time, uh." Long pause. How is he already at a loss for words. All of those sentences sucked actually, hindsight was already 20/20. "Sorry."

It was an ordinary day. Not especially great, and not so bad either. There were mishaps, as there always were in this business, but they smoothed quickly and permitted his attention to be placed into matters of planning for the week ahead of him rather than quibbling over some disaster or another.

For once, his world made sense. Peppino kept his head above water, instead of struggling to crest the wave.

Then the phone rang. He'd picked up, launching into his rote greeting — " Peppino Pizza, the Best - A Pizza in - a Town - a! Peppino speaking, how I can help today? " — before he was answered by

by

...

If the other's silence had been awkward. This one was agonizing. The line had not dropped, as Peppino's beathing was still audible at the other end. And it was too heavy. Too hard. And it was picking up speed.

Death could not be undone. This was a truth he'd had to make peace with, many long years ago. No matter how hard he pushed himself, how fast he ran, how strong he became, he could not defy the laws of nature itself. Perhaps why the existence of ghosts unsettled him so greatly — they contradicted an understanding he'd come to about the way of the world. If a soul could linger on. Did that not mean there was a chance? More to do, more to TRY, to save the ones seemingly just a little beyond the tips of fingers? Could he not simply reach a little further, grasp hold and pull them back?

No. No. NO.

The world did NOT work like that. Death could not be undone. Ronnie was dead. Dead, gone, beyond his reach. A voice over a phone could come from anywhere, anyone. This was a joke, so cruel and wicked he could only imagine it coming from the WORST, most evil sort of being imaginable.

" ... you, " he began, at long last. It was not a tone of relief, of happiness or joy. It was compounded with an immense deal of grief and rage. " ... who the FUCK is this?! You think this is FUNNY?! Do not call my store again! You hear me?! I will KILL you, I ever see you! "

CLICK.

#;ask #;v: main #emptyzone #( womp womp #sorry ronnie i hope ur apology tour goes better at the next stop )

[thebananwithaplan]

"....What a tasteless bit. Not even after he killed Ronnie, is he letting that rest..." DB hissed under his breath as the Ronnie look-alike was dragged away. He knew everything it said was a fraud. And how can someone with Toon Duplication still end up treating their own duplicates harshly?

"...............Ronnie's still alive."

"....What?"

"I think that he's still alive. Somewhere."

"Big bro said that the splash that we heard was way too clean and loud for it to be heard from where the cameras were left at." Peel added. "And, like, they never really showed him gettin' tossed either, so......"

"............" Could it be? It sounded unusually optimistic, considering everything but. Could his nephew be right?

But even if Ronnie might've been spared, that didn't mean that Peppino would be. Or anyone else, for that matter.

#dash commentary #appeeling show host (dancing banana) #part of the same bunch (banana nephews) #the most chill (oldest) #taking after his uncle the most (peel) #emptyzone #pizzatrocious #((WHEN THE. WHEN THE TEEN AND LION GOT IT RIGHT-))

[zonecode]

@emptyzone Woe.

     She's here and gone like a flash of greased lightning.

     Ah, there was nothing like a little bit of wanton destruction to get an overactive mind off of troubling thoughts spiraling out of control. As the crash of thunder rolled through the city, crashes of cars being flipped onto their heads would blare with horns of pointless alarms. Trust and believe, it was hard to miss the green blaze of devastation wrecking everything that did or did not cross its line of fire.

     Hanging streetlights were forced to blare at their brightest as a jumping arc of electricity made contact and infected its newest target. Glass-shattering, shock-inducing. Both by the most literal of terms, and by the scattering crowd jumping out of the lime-green locomotive's way to not get bowled over. GANGWAY! COMIN' THROUGH! Pfft, as if a warning was given to any of these nobodies.

     Zap a tree and get a good fire started, or just twirl around in a circle and create a vortex of air to collect the stray citizen not fast enough to run inside and hide. Watch'em scream and suffer as their worlds are taken for a whirl, only to cut the spin cycle short and let momentum to the rest of the work. This way and that, the people popped like buttered kernels! Where they landed? Nobody cared~!

     No, it's only as some secondary rumble demanded that a conscious busy cackling to itself crystallize on the world around her. Uh... were the aftershocks of her city-wide tour already starting to drum up? She was almost certain that one wasn't her. A mess of the place had already been made, but that earthen grumble seemed... greater. Something far larger, something like...

     Something like an entire building falling toward her person, a shadow drenching the tenrec in overhanging shade.

     ...Okay! Guess it was time to juice it! Yellow streaks are told to double-time it, she wasn't getting hit with another building if she could help it. She's durable, (DURABLE ain't the word, she's damn near INVINCIBLE) but it still hurts like hell to have one of those fall on you. Bricks and stones are dodged like raindrops from an overhead storm, a surge of lightning tears by the side to zig-zag a dexterous sprint up an abandoned building its fallen brother was seconds away from collapsing into.

     Ride that momentum until it sputtered and died, then punch it in the side and tell it to keep going. Faster, FASTER. It's a vertical climb as the road beneath the tenrec's fleeting feet is reduced to dust and destroyed concrete behind her. Higher, straight to the top! Windows are one-use stepping stones that shatter slower than the treads on her shoes can leave them, a cacophonous chorus of urban debris singing out in pain as the burst of light reaches its zenith.

     She jumps, her side of the building road running out of track, the complex's roof reached. Lightning strikes upward, only for its bolt to fling in an upside-down pendulum's swing. She arcs, it's like the bridge of a rainbow bounding from one building to another. One final crash beneath as an ivory surge flies above the ocean of demolition.

     She lands. A finger pointed at the only person crazy enough to be standing so close to a building just demolished. If there's anyone to cast this new gout of rage onto, it oughta be her.

     "YOU DAMN NEAR DROPPED A BUILDING ON ME! Forget you causin' more of a ruckus than me in this deadbeat, run-down, hole-in-the-wall city, we'll get to THAT after I'm done BEATIN' ON YOU. Howza'bout I throw you through a couple building's more as a little bit'a PUNISHMENT." You're dead meat, girlie.

#(SURGE || IC.) #emptyzone #((I TOLD YOU I'D SHOOT. BUT YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME. WHYYYY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME))