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Decided to try my hand at a bit of fan-fiction. This is based off of some characters Lissatoons has in her gallery. She makes great art, and I felt like elaborating on them would be kind of fun. Anyway, enjoy.
“ZACK!”
That was never a good sound. A shout from our pudgy wolf's manager, a quick response was muscle memory at this point. He put down his marker and pizza box instantly, and once he was there, it couldn't have been too soon.
“Zack, for the love of all that's holy, what's wrong with you?” A small chihuahua barked up at the wolf that easily quintupled her in size. Not that it seemed to matter to either wolf or chihuahua. Zack acted as if the roles were reversed, and immediately stood at attention. “There's five pizzas missing from inventory, and you were the last person to have them.”
He wiggled a ear a bit, belching into a fist. From the stains on his face, and the hint of crumbs on his shirt, the mystery of the missing pizzas was good as solved. “Sorry, ma'am. I was hungry. Take it from my pay.”
“Zack...” She stretched it out a bit. “It's not that. Those pizzas were meant for customers, and when customers don't get pizzas, they get upset. You're a great guy, but I swear, if you didn't work so fast, I'd feel an urge to let you go. Haven't you seen a doctor about your appetite?”
A thoughtful glance crossed his face, followed by a shrug. “I'm a wolf. All wolves have incredible appetites. Have you seen our wolf customers? Name one who has spent less than $20 dollars a head.”
She sighed. He had a point, and the last thing she needed was a Civil Rights lawsuit on her hands. “Alright, fair point, but... can't I get you something else? Surely you can eat something more than pizza, right?”
“Ohh, but I need those boxes! I write down all my important notes I need from them. You know, for my movie. Stuff that I just need to put down before I forget it.” He held a marker to his face, thinking a bit. “I was just sketching out a concept for a new superhero. A guy who can take down villains through the power of diplomacy!”
At that point, it was hard to tell if the look of disbelief was from Zack's creative process, or the results of it. “Can't I just get you some paper, or napkins?”
“But it's the aesthetic! Part of my mental process, y'know? Paper just isn't the same! The kinda soft, dingy look of the cardboard? Regular paper is too bright, and hurts my eyes. Messes with the creative process. I gotta have the soft browns of Pascal's Pizzas.”
The chihuahua felt like her temples were pounding. Always so particular. These artsy types always had weird mannerisms. Remember, he's fast and effective. Don't be too harsh on him, and he'll understand. “Fine, I'll get your boxes. Just save the pizzas, alright?”
“But it needs that authentic stain! The aesthetics, Sarah!” He smiled, giving the goofiest expression a wolf could.
“Is this just an excuse to eat more pizza?” The chihuahua finally said.
“No...” Zack said, scratching behind his head. Certainly not that...
“Look, how about I make a deal with you? At the end of the day, you can make all the pizzas you want. Just pay for the ingredients used, so like $3.00 off menu price. Less product will go to waste, and you can eat whatever you want. Sound fair?”
“Yes, ma'am!” He said, saluting in the dorkiest way possible, with an exaggerated puffing of the chest, and his chin going straight up. His double chin jiggled with the lively motion of a trampoline.
“Alright, it's a deal...”
Zack left from the room, and the chihuahua rubbed her brows and popped some Ibuprofen. He was a sweet kid with a lot of potential, but he had an uncanny talent for ruffling her feathers...
Now, Pascal's Pizzas was a small store in the middle of Boregon. This meant many employees had multiple duties at the shop. For Zack, it was pizza boy and cook. Whenever Zack didn't eat the pizzas, he made some fine masterpieces, and many customers left him fine tips. Always generous with the toppings and cheese, Pascal's had a special advantage over much of the competition. All of the products were made by a true connoisseur of the product.
This meant that, for a pizza guy, Zack was a bit wealthier than one would expect. Lower middle class, sharing rent with a courier bunny. After an evening of starving himself, the amount of pizzas the wolf could make was much more than one could ever expect.
It was the end of his shift, and a lot of product was left over. Zack, being the conscientious fellow he was, couldn't stand to see so much food wasted. Without a moment to waste, the wolf began cooking as many pizzas as he could, stuffing five dollar bills in the register.
One-hundred dollars later, the wolf had finished making enough food to cater a High School football team. Even Zack could only eat four of his amazing creations. Seeing it as a job-well done, he thought such great food was meant to be shared. Taking the remaining sixteen pizzas, he packed them on the back of his bicycle, and took a quick stroll downtown. If anything could brighten up someone's day, it was a random free pizza.
Zack was driving around to anybody he knew. From his best friends and coworkers, all the way to local librarians, everyone would get a free pizza. Better yet, each one had a special drawing on the back. Some of his coworkers got a barking chihuahua on the back. His friends got things like movie rolls and game controllers. And, as for his school mates, there was a tree so many had grown attached to. Even with a simple sketch, everyone knew what it was. Many were met with surprise, some with witty jokes, but none were suspicious. When you grow up in a small town, it can be easy to develop a trusting nature of everyone around you.
There was one pizza left. A special one made for a special friend. His courier roommate, Shelby. She was vegan, and as you can imagine, that caused initial problems with the grocery list. The wolf always had a huge appetite, but some room had to be dedicated to Shelby's food. She needed to eat, after all. Zack started eating more vegetables, and whether he liked it or not, the additional room made for them was probably better for him.
Yet, Shelby was also a great cook. To help ease the transaction, she made some really great meals to share with the wolf, and truth be told, it may have broadened the wolf's appreciation of food. Making a pizza with ham and sausage taste good is one thing, but when you can make a salad taste good without dressing, you're reaching new levels of cooking on par with sorcery.
She deserved a special thank you, and he had just the thing. It was a garlic-crusted tomato and basil pizza. Sun-dried to add that extra bit of oomph, and top with a bit of vegan Parmesan cheese the store kept on hold. Maybe it was simple, but as Zack knew, sometimes the simple things in life make all the difference.
Zack arrived at his apartment: a simple three-room apartment, with the kitchen and living room technically being a joined room. Shelby was asleep on the couch, looking like she had a pretty long day.
The wolf sat the pizza on the table, and as gently as he could, attempted to wake the rabbit. “Shelby?”
The rabbit flopped an ear over, and starting blinking her eyes, stretching and generally waking up. “Hey, Zack. Sorry there's no dinner. Rough day at work. Some jackass tried to mail a Roman Candle with a tinderbox. PR nightmare waiting to happen...”
The wolf chuckled a bit. “Ah, figured it had to be a pretty eventful day for you to be asleep so early. It may not be much, but I made a pizza for the two of us from Pascal's.”
The rabbit flopped her head a bit. “Pascal's serves vegan now?”
Zack shrugged a bit, coupled with a smile filled with more cheese than a Green Bay game. “Guess they do now.”
“You made a custom pizza for me?” She said, confused a bit.
“Well, yeah. I took some of your recipes, and Pascal's does have vegan products on hold in case a customer wants it. So... I made a simple tomato pizza.”
He opened up the box, and put the first two slices on a plate for Shelby. “If it's too terrible, there's always Chinese, right?” After passing her the plate, he slid two pieces on his, and thinking it might not be enough, slid an extra one on top.
Shelby gave a bit of a tired laugh, and took the plate. “Smells good at least.” With a fold of the piece, she took a bite, and began nibbling on it. “Hey, not too bad! If you're making the pizzas, maybe I'll have to order from Pascal's.”
“Another satisfied customer.” He chuckled. The wolf leaned back in a recliner, and soon found himself in his roommate's previous position. The slices lay untouched, resting on his chest.
Shelby rolled her eyes at the goofball, and took up his plate to return the pieces. As she reached for the box, she noticed something. A standard Zack sketch, found on all his boxes.
It had a bunny-looking character on the front, donning a mask similar to Zorro, holding a rapier in one hand, a package hanging off her back. Above it, in campy letter that looked like there was drawn with a sword was “Conejo.”
The rabbit chuckled a bit, and took a quick picture of it. For a piece of box art, it was pretty well put together. For such a simple detail, it had a lot of labor put into it.
Then again, Zack was always detailed with his pizza drawings. But, this one seemed to be a bit more complex than what he usually does...
“ZACK!”
That was never a good sound. A shout from our pudgy wolf's manager, a quick response was muscle memory at this point. He put down his marker and pizza box instantly, and once he was there, it couldn't have been too soon.
“Zack, for the love of all that's holy, what's wrong with you?” A small chihuahua barked up at the wolf that easily quintupled her in size. Not that it seemed to matter to either wolf or chihuahua. Zack acted as if the roles were reversed, and immediately stood at attention. “There's five pizzas missing from inventory, and you were the last person to have them.”
He wiggled a ear a bit, belching into a fist. From the stains on his face, and the hint of crumbs on his shirt, the mystery of the missing pizzas was good as solved. “Sorry, ma'am. I was hungry. Take it from my pay.”
“Zack...” She stretched it out a bit. “It's not that. Those pizzas were meant for customers, and when customers don't get pizzas, they get upset. You're a great guy, but I swear, if you didn't work so fast, I'd feel an urge to let you go. Haven't you seen a doctor about your appetite?”
A thoughtful glance crossed his face, followed by a shrug. “I'm a wolf. All wolves have incredible appetites. Have you seen our wolf customers? Name one who has spent less than $20 dollars a head.”
She sighed. He had a point, and the last thing she needed was a Civil Rights lawsuit on her hands. “Alright, fair point, but... can't I get you something else? Surely you can eat something more than pizza, right?”
“Ohh, but I need those boxes! I write down all my important notes I need from them. You know, for my movie. Stuff that I just need to put down before I forget it.” He held a marker to his face, thinking a bit. “I was just sketching out a concept for a new superhero. A guy who can take down villains through the power of diplomacy!”
At that point, it was hard to tell if the look of disbelief was from Zack's creative process, or the results of it. “Can't I just get you some paper, or napkins?”
“But it's the aesthetic! Part of my mental process, y'know? Paper just isn't the same! The kinda soft, dingy look of the cardboard? Regular paper is too bright, and hurts my eyes. Messes with the creative process. I gotta have the soft browns of Pascal's Pizzas.”
The chihuahua felt like her temples were pounding. Always so particular. These artsy types always had weird mannerisms. Remember, he's fast and effective. Don't be too harsh on him, and he'll understand. “Fine, I'll get your boxes. Just save the pizzas, alright?”
“But it needs that authentic stain! The aesthetics, Sarah!” He smiled, giving the goofiest expression a wolf could.
“Is this just an excuse to eat more pizza?” The chihuahua finally said.
“No...” Zack said, scratching behind his head. Certainly not that...
“Look, how about I make a deal with you? At the end of the day, you can make all the pizzas you want. Just pay for the ingredients used, so like $3.00 off menu price. Less product will go to waste, and you can eat whatever you want. Sound fair?”
“Yes, ma'am!” He said, saluting in the dorkiest way possible, with an exaggerated puffing of the chest, and his chin going straight up. His double chin jiggled with the lively motion of a trampoline.
“Alright, it's a deal...”
Zack left from the room, and the chihuahua rubbed her brows and popped some Ibuprofen. He was a sweet kid with a lot of potential, but he had an uncanny talent for ruffling her feathers...
Now, Pascal's Pizzas was a small store in the middle of Boregon. This meant many employees had multiple duties at the shop. For Zack, it was pizza boy and cook. Whenever Zack didn't eat the pizzas, he made some fine masterpieces, and many customers left him fine tips. Always generous with the toppings and cheese, Pascal's had a special advantage over much of the competition. All of the products were made by a true connoisseur of the product.
This meant that, for a pizza guy, Zack was a bit wealthier than one would expect. Lower middle class, sharing rent with a courier bunny. After an evening of starving himself, the amount of pizzas the wolf could make was much more than one could ever expect.
It was the end of his shift, and a lot of product was left over. Zack, being the conscientious fellow he was, couldn't stand to see so much food wasted. Without a moment to waste, the wolf began cooking as many pizzas as he could, stuffing five dollar bills in the register.
One-hundred dollars later, the wolf had finished making enough food to cater a High School football team. Even Zack could only eat four of his amazing creations. Seeing it as a job-well done, he thought such great food was meant to be shared. Taking the remaining sixteen pizzas, he packed them on the back of his bicycle, and took a quick stroll downtown. If anything could brighten up someone's day, it was a random free pizza.
Zack was driving around to anybody he knew. From his best friends and coworkers, all the way to local librarians, everyone would get a free pizza. Better yet, each one had a special drawing on the back. Some of his coworkers got a barking chihuahua on the back. His friends got things like movie rolls and game controllers. And, as for his school mates, there was a tree so many had grown attached to. Even with a simple sketch, everyone knew what it was. Many were met with surprise, some with witty jokes, but none were suspicious. When you grow up in a small town, it can be easy to develop a trusting nature of everyone around you.
There was one pizza left. A special one made for a special friend. His courier roommate, Shelby. She was vegan, and as you can imagine, that caused initial problems with the grocery list. The wolf always had a huge appetite, but some room had to be dedicated to Shelby's food. She needed to eat, after all. Zack started eating more vegetables, and whether he liked it or not, the additional room made for them was probably better for him.
Yet, Shelby was also a great cook. To help ease the transaction, she made some really great meals to share with the wolf, and truth be told, it may have broadened the wolf's appreciation of food. Making a pizza with ham and sausage taste good is one thing, but when you can make a salad taste good without dressing, you're reaching new levels of cooking on par with sorcery.
She deserved a special thank you, and he had just the thing. It was a garlic-crusted tomato and basil pizza. Sun-dried to add that extra bit of oomph, and top with a bit of vegan Parmesan cheese the store kept on hold. Maybe it was simple, but as Zack knew, sometimes the simple things in life make all the difference.
Zack arrived at his apartment: a simple three-room apartment, with the kitchen and living room technically being a joined room. Shelby was asleep on the couch, looking like she had a pretty long day.
The wolf sat the pizza on the table, and as gently as he could, attempted to wake the rabbit. “Shelby?”
The rabbit flopped an ear over, and starting blinking her eyes, stretching and generally waking up. “Hey, Zack. Sorry there's no dinner. Rough day at work. Some jackass tried to mail a Roman Candle with a tinderbox. PR nightmare waiting to happen...”
The wolf chuckled a bit. “Ah, figured it had to be a pretty eventful day for you to be asleep so early. It may not be much, but I made a pizza for the two of us from Pascal's.”
The rabbit flopped her head a bit. “Pascal's serves vegan now?”
Zack shrugged a bit, coupled with a smile filled with more cheese than a Green Bay game. “Guess they do now.”
“You made a custom pizza for me?” She said, confused a bit.
“Well, yeah. I took some of your recipes, and Pascal's does have vegan products on hold in case a customer wants it. So... I made a simple tomato pizza.”
He opened up the box, and put the first two slices on a plate for Shelby. “If it's too terrible, there's always Chinese, right?” After passing her the plate, he slid two pieces on his, and thinking it might not be enough, slid an extra one on top.
Shelby gave a bit of a tired laugh, and took the plate. “Smells good at least.” With a fold of the piece, she took a bite, and began nibbling on it. “Hey, not too bad! If you're making the pizzas, maybe I'll have to order from Pascal's.”
“Another satisfied customer.” He chuckled. The wolf leaned back in a recliner, and soon found himself in his roommate's previous position. The slices lay untouched, resting on his chest.
Shelby rolled her eyes at the goofball, and took up his plate to return the pieces. As she reached for the box, she noticed something. A standard Zack sketch, found on all his boxes.
It had a bunny-looking character on the front, donning a mask similar to Zorro, holding a rapier in one hand, a package hanging off her back. Above it, in campy letter that looked like there was drawn with a sword was “Conejo.”
The rabbit chuckled a bit, and took a quick picture of it. For a piece of box art, it was pretty well put together. For such a simple detail, it had a lot of labor put into it.
Then again, Zack was always detailed with his pizza drawings. But, this one seemed to be a bit more complex than what he usually does...
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