Doppelgangers [Pizza Tower]

CHAPTER III

THE VIGILANTE (VIGERT EBENEZER LANTE)

"We really left him behind?" grunted Vigi. The cheese slime was treating Gerome's wounds—more like cracks. He wrapped some bandages around the pillar's broken body so it wouldn't fall apart and crumble up. He was clearly on the verge of dying. "Damn doppelgangers..." He turned to his best friend, Phil. (I don't ship them because of the age difference. But I'll make them very close friends for the Pepperlante shippers.) "So, Dougie has a faker as well?"

"Apparently," said Pepperman, linking his hands together.

"What'd he look like, Gerome?"

The janitor fumbled with his words, sputtering out random vowels and sounds. "Glowing white eyes...and...very, very, big..." he winced, rubbing his forehead in pain. "He...was like...a watcher...from above...he was tall...and slender..."

"That's enough," grunted Vigilante, gruffly. "You need sleep." Gerome gulped and nodded. Gerome followed Vigi, limping and whining in pain as they went up the stairs. "Don't walk too fast. We don't want you losing a leg this time..." Gerome nodded solemnly, fiddling with his fingers. Vigi felt bad for the pillar. It felt horrible to see someone hurt. Even if he was a sharpshooter. "Lay down, sonny. I'll, eh, try gettin'...uh...Noise tah' help ya'...Maybe even tell him 'bout the Fake Dougie, okay? Have a small chat er' sumthin'. He's bin' real' depressed lately."

The janitor nodded and lay down on the couch Vigilante pointed to. Now's the hard part; finding Noise. Where did that TV star run off to this time? Vigi grunted and began sliding through the halls, tracing his hand against the wall. "Noise? NOISE?" he called. "It's Vigert! WHERE THE HELL ARE YA'?"

Vigilante groaned. Today's going to be a long day.

* * *

He let out a tired sigh, resting near a Pizzaface statue. He thought the statue was a bit too much...

All these damn long hallways...he thought, crossing his arms. Maybe I shouldn't look for Noise. Peppino could probably help Gerome...or help find Noise...

Hm.

I wonder where Gustavo and Brick are? Those fellers hadn't shown up yet...dead, perhaps? That'd affect Peppino's mental health horribly...not like I care an'way.

...

I miss me' gun.

Vigi ran his finger across the gold statue's stand. He groaned angrily, where the hell was Noise? The sharpshooter slammed his fist against the stand, and the statue suddenly let out an ear-piercing holler. Vigilante flinched, his boots shooting out of his...body(?) and causing him to stumble back. "WHAT IN TARNATIONS?"

The statue of Pizzaface screamed angrily, deforming into a monstrosity of some sort...

Oh dear.

No wonder why it looked golden. It was him. It was himself. The Vigilante doppelganger, whose giant cheese body was all gooey and melty, his black eyes drooping over his cheeks, and his mouth full of bloody teeth still hollering that vicious scream, grew out his arms, pulling himself toward Vigi. (Think of the Cheese Monster Topping but with a hat. And teeth. Yeah.)

NOW he REALLY, REALLY wanted his gun!

"DAMNIT, ONE OF 'EM DOPPELS GOT IN!" he roared, running off. His boots echoed through the tower, picking up pace with every step he took. He was surprisingly fast for his age. Wait...what the hell was he doing? Being a coward and running away? TO THE BOTTOM FLOOR WHERE MOSTLY EVERYONE WAS? He can't just do that! Fake Vigert'll kill them all! HAVE A DELICIOUS FEAST OUT OF THEIR FLESH! THEIR BONES! THEIR LIVERS!

Vigilante grunted and turned around, juking the monstrosity, and running in the other direction.

"ΛIҼIΓⱯИꓕEˋ ҼEꓕ OΛEʁ HEʁEˋ ИOM¡!" the monstrosity screamed (Goodluck reading that, lol.)

Okay, Vigert, use the first sharp thin' ya' see...

He turned a corner and saw that one knight transformation rock in a glass case. He roared with fury and punched through the glass, forcing the sword out. FLASH! Damnit. He looked like a child in this stupid knight outfit.

It'll do, he thought gruffly. "⅄OꓵˌΓΓ ИEΛEʁ MIИ¡ I MIΓΓ ʁIb ⅄Oꓵ ⱯbⱯʁꓕ ⱯИD ⅄OꓵˌΓΓ ИEΛEʁ ƧEE ꓕHE ΓIҼHꓕ OԷ DⱯ⅄ ⱯҼⱯIИ¡" the doppelganger screamed.

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YEH' SAID, SONNY, BUT NO ONE COULD EVER BE BETTER THAN THE VIGILANTE!"

He thrust the sword into the faker's eye, blood trickling down his cheek. Vigi then forced the sword down, causing the doppel to deflate, cheese, blood, and mournful screams melting into a puddle. Vigilante's breath was harsh. The doppelganger was dead.

But not for long...

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