#emptyzone

night wanders.

Prompt.

🌈 • A blog that always brings fun vibes.

HAMMY'S POSTING. C'mon man, @noisester is the funniest guy in the room easily. 'But Pizzelle disagrees— ', this isn't about him. Idk, it could be because I'm always pestering him in DMs, but Wyrm's a natural at being funny and writing The Noise, stuff that goes hand-in-hand. Legit, I will never NOT say it, our thread is one of my favorites I've ever been a part of and it has marked a before and after in the way I write Pizzelle. Probably because he can't stand the guy but, again, this ain't about him. I wish I could be THAT funny and quick-witted when it comes to Dash Commentary, because I'll laugh at my own nonsense but I highkey doubt most people find it as funny as I do.

😭 • Someone whose writing always hits you emotionally.

At the third level, that's when the things took a turn for the unexpected when the oni and harpy (neither of which he currently recognizes) crashed in and started doing immense damage to the building. Normally, he'd all be for evil lab demolition, but he's still got a teen girl and his three nephews to rescue apart from confronting Wesker.

The last thing he needed was for the entire building to collapse on them before he could even get them out. Heck, he doesn't even know that his nephews are actually closer than he thought. Too close, even.

But the whole idea was that nobody else was supposed to notice that he's even here in the first place. So how is he supposed to tell the demonic duo to hit the breaks on their lunch???

(Hey, stupid!! Knock it off for a bit, will ya?? There might be people to rescue below us!! If you both keep eating the place, it's all gonna come crashing on them!! And you will NOT. BE. FORGIVEN.)

Of course, this is only what he's thinking out loud. But it's not like this form gave him the ability to transfer thoughts into the minds of others, right?

Am I only a pretty face?

A nice body?

Why is it that I’m enough to be lusted, but never enough to be loved?

Every time I meet someone new I think it’s going to be different.

But it never is.

And at the end of the day I’m always left feeling more empty and alone than before…

As usual, the audience waited in the dark studio silently... waited for their host, waited for themselves, waited for their god. The drumroll you were all more than used to by now began, feeling more like an ill omen than something of excitement. The deep red curtains lifted, and a single spotlight flicked on.

The little bastard himself was already there, striking a pose...

Then, another...

Then, one more, for good measure!

"HELLOOOOOOOOOO, LADIES AND WHELPS!!! I'M YOUR HOST, THE NOISE, AND WELCOME TO TODAY'S EPISODE OF—"

The title card flashed on-screen.

"—NOISY COOKING!"

The lights flicked on as the empty crowd went wild, revealing a kitchen not unlike that of Peppino's Pizzeria! Though similar in appearance however, the kitchen appeared spotless, the appliances brand new. In front of the Noise sat a cutting board, a set of heating elements, and an arrangement of kitchen knives and utensils. Fresh produce lay neatly across the table, accompanied by a good handful of other main ingredients, herbs, and spices.

From beyond the kitchen set, multiple large shadows lurked, presumably the very same 'guards' he had set up the last time. From beyond the cameras and crowds, another clone behind a sniper rifle, the dim light of a game console barely illuminating him in the dark. Another silhouette wandered beyond the set, the shadow of a katana in its hand.

"TOOOOODAY, we've got one of our MOST SPECIAL guest stars yet! Originally we were plannin' on bringing him in LATER, but he just KEPT ON INSISTING. He's everyone's FAVORITE recurring guest star on NTV! You know him! You LOVE him! Rodents and worms, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEE'S PEPPINO!!"

The camera panned over toward Peppino, who had been stirring awake within the confines of a pot, rope tied tightly around him. Despite the alarming display, it seemed as though it was simply that—a display, and nothing more. No flame, no heating element, the giant pot simply sat harmlessly on the ground. He'd even already been fitted with a wireless microphone and a battery pack!

The rope, almost magically, began to loosen as the clone snapped his fingers. He gestured toward Peppino, enthusiastically calling him over to his side at the kitchen counter. No shackles, no chains, no cement shoes, even a set of knives within arm's reach... this was an odd display of arrogance, considering the last two guest stars.

"WELCOME TO THE SHOW, OL' PAL!! I'm sure it's good to be here! Why don't ya take a little moment to introduce yourself to the crowd! Tell 'em WHO you are, WHERE you're from, and WHAT you love most about cooking!"

The Daycare had closed shop for the night. The seemingly endless stream of trainers coming to drop off or pick up their Pokémon had petered off, and the Pokémon being boarded had come in to sleep for the night. She'd taken inventory of all the new eggs and sent messages to their respective trainers to tell them to come pick them up tomorrow. Her grandparents had gone home to New Bark Town, meaning Lyra was, for all purposes, alone.

Well, not alone alone. There was her new friend hanging out in her shadow, but she hadn't quite explained that to anybody yet.

Lyra herself was lounging in the back, curled up in an armchair as she sent off a text to Silver.

Hi sweetie! If you're seeing this, don't forget to take a binder break! Your poor lungs will thank you <3

She smiled to herself as the thumbs-up reaction pinged from the other side and a series of ellipses piped up, as Silver was typing out a message. Not that she'd ever get to see what he said... as the window broke outside.

     "Aaand'a there! That'll get it gone!"

     It could be heard for miles on end— for the action and duty thus was anything but subtle. With a final swing of the mallet made to the last remaining support beam within the building at large, a hulking tremor would make shabby walls knock at their knees and moth-eaten carpets shudder in what was soon to come. Not long after, it's that signature powerful bound that sends a red and blue streak off into an arc toward safety, all before the thunder rolled in to crash down.

     It's a splashdown of dust and debris scattered this way and that, sending cockroaches no doubt running for their lives. And after all had cleared and everything had settled? There was naught but a pile of rubble left where a tattered building in need of clearing once resided.

     Consider that a job well done!

     "Man... when was the last time Mario was'a contracted for demolition work...? Feels like it's been'a ages! But hey, work's-a work." After a short shrug, one hefty metal mallet is given a fanciful spinning flourish before being hefted over the shoulder. Nothing left but to clear out the rubble and pack it in back to boss-man for his pay. Whistle a jaunty tune and head for the nearby bulldozer to get to work on clean-up!