The Hazbin Hotel Project

Back and Forth [Sir Pentious x Gender Neutral! Reader]

I would like to thank Murderluv23 for her collaboration with this short story about a certain Victorian inventor, who is by far the most interesting Hazbin character to write about. So without further ado, let the show begin! :)

Sir Pentious was livid. His day had not gone well at all; the latest invention he had spent weeks perfecting ended up blowing up just when it seemed like he could shut down the Happy Hotel, only to have his ass handed to him. Following the monumental disaster he went to Hellbucks to get some coffee as a small comfort, and instead receives a watered down beverage that he's pretty damn certain the beans weren't even grounded properly.

And now...now he was ready to throw in the fucking towel.

Sir Pentious entered his home with a huff, slamming the front door behind him. The Egg Bois almost immediately circled around him, making the snake swat and hiss at them. "Piss off! I don't need worthless shitsheads like you unless I fucking need to!" He glared heatedly, his temper about to explode in a powder keg of breathtaking anger when someone stopped it.

"I'm assuming the afternoon didn't end on a pleasant note, boss?" The well-dressed demon craned his head from left to the right until he was asked to looked down. He did, and saw a small, transparent slime right in front of him, a rolled up set of blueprints tucked under their arm. Ah, right. He forgot about the sidekick and subsequent roommate he recently hired. [First Name] [Surname].

Although they seemed like an unreliable and powerless being to be graced in the presence of a genius such as himself, Sir Pentious had started to realize there was more to this shitty slime than meets the eye. Problem was he couldn't figure out what that something is. He slumped his shoulders, dragging himself to the sparse living area before plopping down on the couch.

"Boss?"

"No, my day wasn't good. Not in the slightest," Sir Pentious groused, "The damn thing  decided to say 'fuck you' and catch on fire on me at the last second. Just when I thought I'd finally come close to shutting down the Happy Hotel, everything went to shit. Just like always. Fucking kill me." He rubbed his temples in an attempt to soothe his aching veins but it failed.

"You're already dead, Sir." [First Name] deadpanned with a raised brow. They handed their blueprints to an Egg Bois, instructing them to put it on their desk in the lab downstairs. The top-hat henchman was more than happy to carry out the task and followed the command like an obedient canine.

"Is there any way to be more dead, then?!"

"No, there isn't."

"Well, find some torture device and hook me up to that shit and leave me there for eternity. That'll calm me down. Only that!" The old inventor smacked the back of his head against the sofa, not at all caring about the mild sting it formed. [First Name] shook their head, adjusting their body to be taller so they could prepare some tea and biscuits without standing on a footstool. Tentacles gracefully twirled around the kitchen, grabbing everything they needed while keeping an eye on their employer.

"Or you could drink a beverage that isn't alcohol based and let that calm you down instead as I mentioned before. Which sounds less self-destructive? The torture or tea? I swear if you say torture-"

"Fine, I'll take some damned tea!" Sir Pentious groused, slapping a gloved hand over his face. "By the way, why are you like that? Wouldn't be it be easier to do anything done in your other form?" His sharp hearing caught the sound of clattering, followed by the whistling of a tea kettle.

"It's not that simple, boss. As much as I would like to take a more humane form to carry out my tasks or even take a stroll around town, for some reason it will reflect the fear or desires of an individual within the vicinity. Plus, being a slime doesn't mean I am completely useless. I can still do things in the lab without getting hurt thanks to my resistance to heat, and the Egg Bois are more compliant to my requests."