holding onto pain, driven by our egos

assorted alternate universe pizza tower muses.

[tlirsgender]

Being an evil doppelganger has to be so fucked up like imagine meeting a better version of yourself. Some chain of events going differently that led to "you" being a better person in a way you can never achieve. Personally I'd have no other option but to try and kill them

[tlirsgender]

It's always "oh no my evil clone or twin or whatever is trying to kill me" and never How is my evil clone? Says a lot about society

[tlirsgender]

Me, crashing the fuck out: you think you're better than me? You think you're fucking better than me???

My good clone, dodging a glass: I mean like objectively yeah

[impastaalert]

"Aababwba. Babaaiauueiauaiueiieuieeeueieueieuieeeeeeeeeeee--"

[pizzamassacred]

GREAT I REALLY UNDERSTOOD THAT WELL

[impastaalert]

"ABbeebwbwbebwb miserablukllhhh bebwhwbwheb. Msiuebvghhhhhh miserbaublyeehhe."

[pizzamassacred]

[pizzamassacred]

"I don't even have to do anything anymore. Everyone else is making themselves miserable FOR me."

[pizzamassacred]

It's all... done. All of it. It's done. The nightmare should be done. It's... ... ...

... ... ...

"After all that time... using me to escape... why can't I...?"

[pizzamassacred]

Fourth... one more. One more. Just has one more floor...

[pizzamassacred]

a jug of what appears to be mulled wine has been left just outside of sorriso's pizzeria . it's well spiced , with orange slices and cranberries floating at the top . a note was left beside it .

Sorriso, Haven't seen you in a while, but I hope you're doing okay. I'm sure liquor isn't the greatest idea in your predicament, but I left enough for you and your group to at least indulge in a sip, now and then. (Heat it up if you're able. It's better when it's warm.) Take care of yourself, and have a Happy Solstice. -- Noel

Ohhh... mulled wine, that's going to be fantastic. He's eager to get a couple of sips in before the rest of the pizzeria finds the jug and starts drinking away the contents. For now, this is all his.

The note, too, touches his heart. Ah, to be thought about. To be worried over... it's cold out, and with the cold comes security. Yes, they would all be safe enough to indulge, for a few nights.

"Thank you very much. I don't know where you are, but you're welcome to come visit again while things are calm..."

[disgustinggf]

see you in your dreams (a threat)

[pizzamassacred]

Order now, and I'll pop open your repressed memories like a soda can. Absolutely free.

[pizzamassacred]

Unbothered.

[pizzamassacred]

lol. lmao

[pizzamassacred]

Hmmnnnghhh...... thorsty.

[verapripriprimavera]

Noises in my head

[pizzamassacred]

(kxllerclaws) “What are you doing here.” It may have been a question, but it very much carried the inflection of a statement. Chimizo was not pleased to find Spirito skulking about the outskirts of the forest, given what he last remembered of him.

Perplexed, Cherish poked her head out from behind her father, casting him a quizzical glance. He usually only acted like this within reason, but did they really have time to be beefing with this spirit? “Papa. Please don’t start anything right now,” she urged, which did not placate him as much as she would have liked it to.

In fact, he was unfazed, pointedly glaring. This must have been highly bemusing, considering they never actually met before.

Who wants to know? And more importantly, why should I be telling you my reasons for being anywhere?

Geez. Who was this random, coming up to have beef with a ghost who doesn't even know who the hell he is? Granted, Spirito's aware that his presence may be both palpable and read as exceedingly negative, but he's definitely unaware of this stranger's connection to a certain island representative he may have juiceboxed in the past.

That's some good advice. Don't start anything with me. If you're here for the reason I'm thinking of, you've got much better and more productive things to do, right?

Slowly, his ethereal gaze trails back to the wild forest. Right?

[pizzamassacred]

your body has fed us we have tasted your ire

whatever happens to you now is of your own making

Makes sense... everything sat out there for so long, there's probably barely anything left of my body. I'm nothing but an echo and bones.

Whoever or whatever you are... I've known what you just told me. Of course it's whatever happens to me. But you're not... the one I'm talking about.

You don't have a reason to sweep me away.

[pizzamassacred]

I'd go out into that forest but something tells me that something else is out there, it's not good, and it would do something to me.

And since I need to stick around to torment some people who deserve it, I'm not going to let things happen to me.

[menlove-archive]

"romantic" "platonic" no whatever those two have going on is way more sinister than all that