Jul 11, 2023, 12:56 AM
In the charming yet slightly eerie town of Derry, Maine, pizza has always held a special place in the hearts of the locals. Their favorite? Pepperoni's Pizzeria, especially notorious for its delectable double-decker pies and the occasional scary tale spun by its owner, Mr. Robert Pepperoni.
One evening, Mr. Pepperoni, with his weathered face underlit by the warm glow of the pizzeria's hearth, shared a story with an atmosphere that could curdle milk: the legend of the cursed Pineapple Pizza.
"Many years ago," began Mr. Pepperoni, "there was a curious cook named Joaquin. He harbored a radical idea: infusing the sweet tang of pineapple onto the traditional, divine pizza. Curiosities being curiosities, he managed to convince a handful of us to try it."
The crowed gulped as Mr. Pepperoni's voice dipped into a whisper. "Joaquin had unknowingly unleashed a nightmare. The night following the Pineapple Pizza's invention, horrors began."
Robert continued, his voice now a ghostly murmur. "As dusk fell, the darkness brought an unspeakable evil. People walked aimlessly, their minds filled with visions of doom, their mouths spewing gibberish. The once cordial bonds of Derry were strained as the citizens turned on each other, acting out unthinkable atrocities."
"The town was spiraling into madness, into chaos," he paused, "all because of Pineapple Pizza."
"The tale doesn't end there. Joaquin, wracked with guilt, decided to face the monstrous insanity he had wrought upon Derry. He toiled day and night, trying to find a way to reverse the unnerving effects. With determination in his face and dread in his heart, he ventured into the misty halls of ancient pizza lore."
"After weeks of research, he stumbled upon a text, old as time, illuminating the disastrous compatibility of pineapples and pizza dough. The document hinted at a disastrous ingredient: The Ghastly Habanero, a chili known to banish evil spirits lured by the unholy pineapple-pizza coalition."
Joaquin did the unthinkable. He sourced a Ghastly Habanero, and in a final act of defiance, baked it into a new Pineapple pizza. The moment he took his last bite, Derry trembled violently. A mass exorcisation followed, the green glow from the townsfolk's eyes fading away, their senses returning, the madness relenting.
"So, you see", Robert concluded, "That's why to this day in Pepperoni's we honor the 'no pineapple on pizza' rule. Not because we don't like it, but because we fear the chaos it could once again bring."
Despite the fear in their hearts, one could see a glimmer of laughter in the eyes of The Pepperoni's patrons. It was good to reminisce and let Rob scare them all once again with his unforgettable tales. After all, they were the toppings that gave flavor to the quiet town of Derry, one slice at a time.
This is AI generated satire and is not intended to be taken seriously.