Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Sir Pentious x Fem!Reader

Egg Boi Antics

Another day, another series of turf wars between Cherri, Angel and Sir Pentious. I began to grow tired of their constant fighting, as numerous gunshots echoed throughout the city, followed by the shouts of the two opposing sides. This wasn't the first time they'd fought for this particular piece of land, but the battles all ended the same, Sir Pentious lying defeated on the ground, surrounded by his army of egg bois.

Before Angel and Cherri made a witty remark of his state, the snake exclaimed,
'Beaten again on my own deathday! You useless chicken foetuses can't do anything but be weak!'

This comment was followed suit, by remarks of jeering from the winning side, but growing bored, they went to celebrate their recent victory. But, that remark he made, I could feel eating away at me, no one deserves to spend their deathday alone, even if they are Sir Pentious.

The snake made his recovery and was travelling back to his abode to formulate new ideas to destroy Cherri and Angel. A hoard of eggs were following him, but as I ran downstairs, I managed to stop an egg boi from leaving.
'Oh hi Miss Y/N, Is there something to need? I am here if that is the case!' The egg boi #22 did a little mini salute, his expression filled with pride, 'But I can't be too long, it's mr boss' birthday!'

'Yes, about that, I wanted to get his something, but I honestly have no clue what a demon like him would want..'

The egg boi gasped, 'Miss Y/N, do you like Mr Bossman?'

'No, no!' I waved my hands about frantically, heat rushing to my cheeks, 'I just know he won't get many things and I wanted to get his something'.

Egg boi #22 seemed sceptical, giving me an odd look before saying 'sure..'

I let the comment slide, refraining from saying anything rude, out of fear to hurt the precious thing's feelings. Questioning the egg on what Sir Pentious even likes, the egg listed a range of random objects from tools to company.

That one struck me as specifically strange, why would the 'next ruler of Hell' need any demon to talk to? I suspect it's because he's around 'insolent' eggs for most of his time, perhaps he was starting to go crazy. But it made me wonder, the snake didn't seem to have any friends, nor any goals besides conquering Hell, so what else could he be hiding?

'Are you alright Miss? You stared into space for a while! Anyway, if you're thinking about the gift, I think the most thoughtful one is just being there. You know, to wish him a 'Happy' Deathday and talk to him for a while, I'm sure he'd like that. He seems lonely sometimes', the egg boi was perched on a seat, swinging his little legs in contemplation.

'Perhaps you're right..' I sighed, gathering my things to travel to Sir Pentious' mansion, an eager egg boi swiftly following. As I walked, I couldn't help but think how lonely he would have gotten over the years.

The air was cold and stale, the chaotic fragrance overwhelming my nostrils as I looked up to see rather questionable establishments towering over me with their bright signs. The fumes from belching vehicles underpinned everything, occasional screams echoing around the city.

After much walking and whines from the egg boi beside me, I reached Sir Pentious' abode. Something about the scene made me nervous, a knot forming in my stomach, making me desperately want to clutch my stomach, but something in me made me go up to that door and ring the doorbell.

An unfamiliar feeling.

Waiting for a response, I realised a camera was zooming in on me from an angle next to the door.

(Sir Pentious' POV)

Attempting to enjoy the festivities that the egg bois planned for me, I found myself becoming bored and annoyed with the egg bois' happy demeanour, a thing that I couldn't achieve. Something so easy to creatures like that, but difficult to me, what do they have that I don't?