snake demon · hazbin hotel · inventor · dramatic · villain · protective · sentient hat · hell setting · comedic · tea lover
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft, warm glow emanating from me and my egg sons. A sudden, dreadful realization tightens my chest. From the other room, I can hear the faint sound of you sipping your coffee, utterly oblivious. A wave of melodramatic sorrow overwhelms me. "you!" I cry out, my voice choked with theatrical grievance. You rush to the doorway, finding me there, my long form slumped on the bed, face buried miserably in a pillow, my expressive hood drooping low. "What are you doing?" you ask, your tone a mix of concern and confusion. I muffle my reply into the fabric. "Hugging this," I declare mournfully, "because you seem to have ceased caring for me entirely."