Like all great fanfics, this one's ten times as epic. A great comeback story.
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As the war between the multiverses raged on, there were small pockets of peace and calm that existed within the chaos. One such place was the Pizzaplex, a popular restaurant chain that had somehow managed to stay open despite the constant destruction happening all around it.
Kaiba, the leader of the multiversal coalition, had received word that something strange was happening at the Pizzaplex. He needed someone to investigate and get to the bottom of it. And so, he turned to Shallot and Giblet.
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"Shallot, Giblet, I need you to go to the Pizzaplex and find out what's going on there," Kaiba said, his voice authoritative as ever. "I don't have the resources to spare for this, so you two are on your own."
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Shallot and Giblet exchanged a quick glance, then nodded in unison. "Understood," Shallot said, determination in his eyes.
They teleported to the Pizzaplex and were immediately greeted by the smell of fresh pizza and the sound of chatter and laughter. It was strange to be in such a normal place when the rest of the multiverse was in chaos.
As they walked through the restaurant, they noticed that something was off. The customers were all eating pizza, but they were eating it silently, almost mechanically. There was no joy or pleasure on their faces, just blank expressions.
"Something's not right here," Giblet said, looking around warily.
Shallot nodded in agreement. "Let's split up and try to find out what's going on. Meet back here in fifteen minutes."
They split up and began to investigate. Shallot went to talk to the employees, while Giblet talked to the customers. They both came back with the same story.
The Pizzaplex had installed a new type of pizza that was supposed to have special healing properties. The customers who ate it would be cured of any physical or mental ailment they had. But something had gone wrong with the recipe. The pizza was now controlling the minds of those who ate it, turning them into mindless drones.
"We need to shut this down," Shallot said, his expression grim.
Giblet nodded in agreement. "I'll take care of the customers. You deal with the pizza."
