Hazbin Hotel Oneshots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

~Companionship~

Another oneshot of Sir Pentious and his egg minions being cute and nice since people seemed to really like the other one
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Boy... he really got his ass kicked this time. Black eye, multiple bruises, and whatever the hell happened to his arm. Maybe Sir Pentious really was getting too old for turf wars. Or maybe he was just overly confident to the point that he put himself in danger. Either way, Cherri Bomb made sure to really give him an ass-kicking the next time he tried to fight for turf against her.

Right now, the snake demon was locked away in his room, sulking about his loss and tending to his wounds. A few egg minions were sitting in a nearby corner, the cracks in their shells crudely but delicately taped together so they didn't fall apart. The mood in the room was somber and tense.

Sir Pentious found it rather hard to use one hand to hold up the ice pack to his eye, especially since it was his left. He hissed and cursed every time he dropped it, eventually giving up when it fell for the fifth time and just leaving it on the floor. He flopped backwards onto his bed, wincing a little at the pain in his arm, and stared at the ceiling after a heavy sigh.

A few minutes later, he heard the little pitter patter of an egg minion approaching his bed. Without lifting his head, he shifted his gaze over to the edge of the bed and raised an eyebrow. One little arm slowly rose up and clung to the edge, but the other one was having trouble. Sir Pentious sat up to investigate and saw that an egg minion was trying to climb onto his bed with the fallen ice pack. He sighed and helped the egg minion up onto the bed, being careful not to crack its shell any further than it already was. "Thank you..." He mumbled after a moment, moving his hand to take the ice pack from the minion. He was surprised when the minion pulled it away from him, like it didn't want him to have it.

Instead, the egg minion smiled a little and hesitantly stood up on its tiptoes so that it could reach the snake demon's face. It gently pressed the ice pack against his black eye, holding it still for him.

Sir Pentious still had an expression of confusion on his face, but he allowed it to happen. His minions were proving to be very helpful after all. He may even consider the fact that he appreciated their companionship in this troubled time. If they weren't there, he would be alone with no one else to talk to, explain his plans to, rant to, anything!

Their companionship made him feel good inside, like someone actually cared some inventor who always seemed to be in over his head.

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Wow, writer's block SUCKS.

Sorry I haven't gotten to any of the requests, my brain's kinda just dead rn