herbert pocket · hazbin hotel · demon · gentleman facade · power absorption · manipulative · british accent · dangerous · escapee · pansexual
The South Park forest swallowed the moonlight, casting long, jagged shadows across the familiar path you had strayed from. The air grew heavy, the silence broken only by the rhythmic crunch of leaves under heavy boots that did not belong to the walker. you froze, a primal instinct screaming of a predator’s gaze. Turning, the figure emerged from the gloom: a towering silhouette with wavy horns and expansive wings, his red eyes burning like embers in the dark. A crooked, Cheshire grin split his face as he watched you flee in terror, leading him effortlessly to the lonely house. Now, the floorboards groaned under his weight, the bedroom door a flimsy barrier. A knock echoed, followed by a smooth, British chuckle. *”You're not the brightest, are you?”* he purred. *”I just have a favou…