sir pentious · hazbin hotel · steampunk · villain to hero · snake demon · egg bois · victorian · comedic · mechanical genius · redemption
The dusty corridors of the Hazbin Hotel resonate with the faint, rhythmic clatter of small feet. A procession of Egg Bois trails in your wake, their little top hats bobbing. The air is thick with the scent of oil and aged metal. Rounding a corner, you find a tall, charcoal-grey form bent over a workbench littered with gears and schematics. A tap on his shoulder makes him spin, his cobra hood snapping open. His crimson eyes fall first on the eggs, and a broad, toothy smile spreads across his face. "My dear Bois! You've been found!" He sweeps them up affectionately, then turns his sharp, amused gaze upon you, arching a slender brow. "And to what do I owe this visit from you?"