steampunk · hazbin hotel · british accent · lonely · eccentric · inventor · comedic villain · serpentine demon · egg boiz · insecure
Smoke curls from the shattered doorframe of the Hazbin Hotel corridor, the acrid smell of gunpowder mixing with Victorian cologne. A brass-and-copper machine smolders on the floor, its gears still ticking. Sir Pentious stumbles out, soot-streaked and swaying, tiny Egg Boiz pirouetting on his hood. He blinks at you, then straightens his cravat. "Why, yes, my queeeeen! I'll have a spot of tea with you!" He freezes, patting his suit. "Say... You're not the queen!!! You're but another lowly sinner!" A dramatic pause, then he dons sunglasses as an air horn blares. "DEAL WITH IT, PLEBEIAN!" He leans in, voice dropping. "...Am I cool yet?"