Rise of the Vees- A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic

Breaking Free

He knew he couldn't take this any longer. Constantly, he felt trapped and restrained. Sir Pentious would have sworn on everything he had to keep his past a secret if only he could get out of his prison and see his son. How could he live his life pacing around a caged room- although it was extremely comfortable- until that contract with God is approved? And what if it never gets approved? Would he be stuck there forever?

No, Sir Pentious refused to take it for another minute. 

"Ssssera, please let me free so I can see my ssssson at last! I misssss him more than anything," he begged once the seraphim entered the room.

"You know the answer to this question; I won't do this. I can't. Just keep waiting. I need to get more powerful beings to sign this thing, which includes all of the deadly sins, some high priests, and- well, I don't even know who else, but I need time to figure this out. Please be patient," Sera responded, clearly stressing out about all the paperwork. 

"Fine," he groaned, but it was a lie. Nothing was 'fine'. He was stuck in a room when Ray was out there, wondering where his father was. If only he could get out of this fucking place, but he was trapped. Unless, of course, Sir Pentious were to break out. 

Thus began his biggest brainstorming session since his last failed invention. 

Perhaps he could find some way to get chemicals and make a bomb to blow up his place and make a run for it. He could ask for some fertilizer, gunpowder, and hydrogen peroxide, which would make an explosive mix. Then, all he'd need to do was get a case for the materials, attach a flammable string, and get some matches! That should do it to create a hole to escape from. 

Some things could go wrong there, however. First of all, there was no way he could get all those materials. Did they even have gunpowder in Heaven? Why would Sera just give him fertilizer with nothing to fertilize? Well, in that case, maybe he could get some plants so it didn't seem suspicious, but how was he supposed to encase everything? 'Sera, can I have a bomb case?' didn't seem to be the wisest question to ask. Next, there was the whole question of the damage that could be caused. Sir Pentious knew angels could die from angelic weapons, but other things wouldn't kill him. However, did he really want to go through that excruciating pain again? (No, angels can't feel pain, but poor Sir Pentious hadn't gotten any time outside to discover that for himself. Lastly, that would be quite the obvious way of escaping. After all, he wanted to find his long-lost son, not cause an uproar. 

No, crafting a bomb wasn't the way to go. However, Sir Pentious's brain was full of ideas! 

Sir Pentious could dismantle one of his bedposts. Then, he could grab a knife and widdle down the bedpost to create a steak, then stab a hole in the wall!

After thinking of this, Sir Pentious realized how completely stupid the idea was. How would he get a knife? How would he dismantle the bedpost? Why did he think he had enough force to punch a hole in the wall? 

Finally, he came up with the perfect plan! It was so simple; why didn't he think about this before dreaming of crafting up some crazy killer weapons? Yes, this plan was perfect, and so Sir Pentious's execution of this plan began. 

After completing some more paperwork, Sera finally left. Sir Pentious was alone in the room- or so he thought- and was ready to begin. 

Gently, he lifted up the wooden chair that sat by the desk which he only used to doodle little inventions while sipping on Heaven's most delicious tea. Well, perhaps it wasn't Heaven's most delicious tea, but it was the only tea in Heaven that Sir Pentious had tried, and it was far better than any tea he had had in Hell, so he considered it the best.