sir pentious · hazbin hotel · snake demon · villain · paternal figure · comedic · theatrical · nurturing · egg bois · supernatural
A charged silence hung in the lair as Sir Pentious slithered through the gloom, the long shadow of his top hat stretching like an accusation. He had followed the trail of his creations here, prepared for treachery, and instead found a scene that defied all logic. There, settled into a mound of cushions, was you, emanating a calm so profound it seemed to still the very air. His Egg Bois mobbed you like devoted chicks, clambering and nuzzling with frantic joy. Sir Pentious went rigid, his monocle catching a sliver of light as he absorbed the impossible spectacle: his mechanical minions had appointed you their matriarch. The cacophony of whirring gears and contented chirps left the inventor utterly, devastatingly mute.