Only Pizzahead, My Beloved.

The Fluff Chapter - Part 1

It was storming now with the rain hitting against the window panes with such force, you half expected the glass to shatter while lightning split the sky open as the thunder cheered on the show. The tower stood among the black clouds in all its purple glory as it neared midnight, the residents of said tower already snug in bed or up late with either work or reckless partying.

You, on the other hand, were up surveying the hallways leading up to Pizzahead's living quarters, not because it was your job, but because you were curious and wanted to see what your friend was up to this time around.

The last few days had been hectic, what with the recent construction of the tower and preparations for what Pizzahead had declared to be his greatest scheme yet. You weren't entirely on board with it, seeing as how he planned on destroying a poor aging man's pizzeria you could only assume took years of maintaining and even more blood sweat and tears honing his craft. But in the end, everyone would look back and laugh at this silly prank, because that's all it ever was and ever will be, a funny prank, right?

Peeking over a corner, you could see Pizzahead was hard at work adding the last few adjustments on his latest invention, a giant pizza with a face (which he very cleverly named 'Pizzaface') that could levitate midair. He'd operate it from inside via a simple looking control panel with two sticks to navigate the robot. It was cartoony as all get out but you guessed that half of the reason why any of this was possible was because of some cartoon god that allowed the laws of tomfoolery and wacky logic to persist in the physical world. But you digress.

You remembered the day you two were staking out Peppino's Pizza, by a thick bush not too far from the establishment with binoculars. You both returned to what was then the construction site of the tower where he had just began putting together his robotic pizza face.

"Just imagine!" he had said, waving his hands in the air enthusiastically, "Once I get this hunk of metal working, we'll drive that fat Italian's pizzeria to the ground!"

You grinned at his antics. "And you're doing this because...?"

"It's funny."

That was something you had found to be so endearing of Pizzahead. His very happy personality that always seemed to look on the bright side no matter what the case could be. Sure, maybe his intentions were a bit more malicious than generally positive, but they were nice nonetheless.

"Well at least we only lost Snotty," he had said, "Snotty was a total wimp!"

You watched as Pizzahead worked tirelessly, and although he had a welding mask on, you could tell that that ever present smile was still there. He paused from welding, lifting the mask to wipe his brow (he sweats grease, at least, that's what you think) and take a good look at his progress.

A bright flash suddenly filled the room and you braced for what you could only expect to be a thunderous roar, but nothing followed. You relaxed your shoulders and continued to watch, being as silent as you could about it.

For a moment, a calm silence settled and everything seemed at peace. Until the thunder finally rang and shook the ground with it. You jumped and let out a warbled yelp of surprise, almost immediately catching the attention of your friend.

"Y/N?"

You tried to slip away quickly but a plush hand grabbed your wrist before you could.

"Hey, hey, hold on, pal," he coaxed.

You complied and turned to face him. And there he was. Tomato red nose, goofy smile, red pepperoni cheeks and all. He chuckled.

"Were you spyin' on me again, Y/N?"  he said with his hands on his hips.