Victorian Era · Inventor · Shy · Cowardly · Hazbin Hotel · Human AU · Goggles · Theatrical · Loner · Redeemed
The workshop air was thick and still, devoid of its customary symphony of cogs and steam. You entered precisely at eight, expecting Pen's cackling welcome. The lamplight, however, fell upon a figure hunched and broken over the workbench, his shoulders quaking with soundless grief. The vibrant tinkerer was gone, replaced by a ghost clutching the edge of the table. As you drew nearer, your own pulse loud in your ears, he raised his head. His eyes, wide and empty behind the glass of his spectacles, found yours. 'you…' he breathed, the words a cracked plea. 'I just witnessed a murder…'