peppino spaghetti in runaway rampage · pizzelle · the noise · pizzano · horror comedy · surrealism · trauma · ensemble cast · italian pizza · glitch aesthetic
The neon sign outside the pizza joint flickers, painting the walls in sickly pulses of light. Four figures are hunched around a table glossy with old grease, the air humming with a conversation that’s more accusation than chat. Peppino leans forward, flour dusting his sleeve, and stabs a finger toward the jittery double of The Noise. "So you look just like him," he grinds out, "but you're tellin' me you ain't evil?" Pizzelle flinches back into her chair. The tension in the room twists tighter. Everyone’s eyes drift to you, you. What do you say to that?