(Cover art by CitrusKissed on Deviantart) (I never see x readers for the tallest and I thought it'd be fun to write for them so.... also, reader is gender neutral) "Hi, guys. Sorry for the lack of communication as of late, I'm sure you believe I'm dead. But to be fair, Space doesn't offer very good reception to Earth and the aliens who are aiding my return won't stop being idiots" ______________________________________ When a human must do what they can to survive space, they must learn to persist under the most life threatening conditions, be strong in the toughest of times and, most importantly of all, restrain themselves from strangling the only people who can get them home. (SUPER SLOWWWW BURN. LIKE SO SLOWWW THAT, AT THE TIME OF WRITING THIS, I'M LIKE 30 CHAPTERS IN AND THERE'S STILL NO ROMANCE) (invader Zim and its characters belongs to Johnen Vasquez. I dont own any cannon characters! And none of the art featured belongs to me) Warning: Swearing and mild graphic scenes. PS. THIS STORY IS A SIDE STORY TO MY ZIM X READER. Subtle and unimportant references to that story.

A Sir Pentious x reader story [WARNING!!! this will have gore, cursing and Hell's rainbow! I ain't doin lemon nor any kind of smut tho] You're a Garden Demon. As pathetic as that sound, you're still pretty damn strong on your own. You decided to live in one of the thickest forest in Hell. How is there a forest in Hell you may ask? Well, go and ask Lucifer, he's the one that's been managing this place since the beginning. In the middle of that said forest you live in, stands a big 'ol victorian mansion that belonged to your neighbor and one of your only friend, Alastor. One day, while Alastor's away in the city, A loud crash was heard by the border of yours and Alastor's territory. As curious as you are, you went by the border to investigate. You peeked down from the tree branch you were hiding in to see a Snake Demon rubbing his head in pain while cursing under his breath. "Fuckin wench.. I'll get her back once I'm stronger. I'll fucking rip that wench's limb off one by one... oooh just she wait!" you heard him grumble. He went inside your forest to presumably rest and you followed him quietly. 'This could be another victim of yours! And you'll either would show Alastor later, or use him as your fertilizer for your garden!' And with that morbid thought of yours, you followed your prey giddily. "Don't judge a flower by mere eyesight. It may look pretty and fragile, but you'll never know, it could have thorns or poison in it~" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Characters from Hazbin Hotel ain't owned by me, it's Vivienne's/Vivsiepop's idea You are owned by you along with a few of your choices The story and the character design of the reader is owned by me, the author of the story. Enjoy and do be patient for this is going to be a slooooooooow burn :v