Doppelgangers [Pizza Tower]

CHAPTER IV

THE NOISE (THEODORE J. NOISESTER)
(I prefer his longer name for some reason. Idk.)

Noise was curled up in a ball, crying his depression and anxiety out. He was hidden on the third floor, where he belonged, where his performances belonged, where all his funny, looney posters were, and where he felt the happiest. Sadly, that "small boost of happiness" wasn't working so well....Now everything just looked like a giant pile of garbage without Dougie. A pile of garbage that was set aflame and possessed everyone with a mind of depression when they breathed in the smoke. He was leaning against a poster of himself in an alleyway. The poster looked like a cartoon artist drew it.

It just hurt so bad...

To watch his best friend die...

And to know that his clone killed him just made it worse...

His mask was on the floor. He couldn't cry with it on. The fabric would soak in the tears and stain the mask. He didn't want people to know he had been crying...oh, but his eyes...! His eyes would be bloodshot red. His long, black hair (I also headcanon him with long hair SLAY GWORLY) was a mess. He gripped onto his spiky bangs, tugging on them forcefully, cursing at himself. "Damn idiot, you let him die..." he growled. "You could've saved him—but you just watched him get torn piece to piece. You could've sacrificed yourself instead...Dougie didn't deserve this death...He's a f#cking pizzard—why didn't he use his magic? Why? WHY? He could've zapped that creature away so easily...he could've done some Harry Potter crap and that monster would think twice about attacking Dougie. My best friend...Why...Just why...?"

Everything sucked. So...So...BADLY...

He wanted death to greet him with open hands, snatching his soul out of his esophagus and leaving his dead body to rot.

Although he knew the others wouldn't like that...Pepperman would have a panic attack, Vigilante would be affected and even more depressed than he already is, Pizzahead would lose his cartoony charm, Pizzaface would be wide-eyed at the death of a famous star, and his rival...well...he didn't know.

Noise wasn't sure if Peppino cared at all or not. The star couldn't read Peppino as much as he could read him. The Italian chef could read the depression and anxiety right off of him as if a whole paragraph about his death wish was printed onto his mask. He could see through his mask so easily...too easily...and it sucked...

The French TV star groaned and forced the tears out of his eyes all while he sniffled and whined.

He had been so focused on crying that he didn't even know a certain cowboy father figure was searching for him...

The French TV star forced himself to his feet, snatching his mask and shoving it in his cape's small pocket. What a nightmare this day has been...

He limped through the now light third floor. He could tell it was day by the rays of sunlight that had bursted through the windows. He limped toward a giant window and sat down on the porch. He solemnly gave the trees a death stare. Oh, how he wished to be out there right now...

And then he flinched; what was Pepperman doing out there, again? He'd seen him an hour ago staring at himself in the lake. But what now? He stared at the artist...

What if his clone finds him? Noise panicked. I should do something about this—he's gonna—he's gonna...oh...

Phil had walked back inside the tower. What was that all about? Theodore wondered. There was a moment of silence. Pitiful silence...but that was until Noise let out a scream as something seized his shoulder. He turned himself around with bawled fists, getting ready to punch whatever.