Another Shitty Day in Hell - Sir Pentious x Reader

Dream sequence: ~~~~~
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Time skip: - - - -

Hello there, welcome to my fic. I'm mostly writing this as I go, so most of the content warnings and stuff will be at the chapter head. If this stops updating, it's either because I've lost interest in HH or Sir Pentious in general. This work will also stray from canon.

I must clarify that this work will be in the 2nd person!! Just a warning for those of you who aren't a big fan of that.

If, for some ungodly reason, this fic gets popular, feel free to send/DM me fanart! That is, like I said if this fic gets popular enough for that to even happen. To continue on that, unless stated otherwise all art in this fic will most likely be drawn by me.

Another note is that this fic will have inspirations such as SMSSMH by Sunshine101010 (even though it's unfinished, go read it!!)

I will have beta readers (Angelic-Affinity and _CRAXTHEGREAT), so hopefully, grammar and such should be under control since he wrote a GREAT fic called Motion Sickness. Anyways, enough blabbering because this is for all those underrepresented Sir Pentious fans!!

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Light TW for body horror and insects!!

Sunlight filtered through your semi-closed blinds as birds sang in the distance. Your eyes fluttered open before you stretched and sat up.

Another day in paradise.

Hopping out of bed, you caught but a whiff of breakfast. Pancakes and bacon, a classic.

You took a look at your room for a moment. The light blue walls and the old bunkbed you and your older sister shared, despite being 17 and 18. Your desks lined up neatly together, a rotary phone sitting in between them. Your posters of the Terminator and G.I Joe sat plastered on the wall while your dusty VHS tapes sat on a drawer, waiting to be rewound

A lonely barbie doll sat on the floor underneath a He-man themed monster truck.

You near floated down the hallway towards the smell. One could call it intoxicating.

Your mother stood at the stove, well put together; Per usual. Your father, on the other hand, sat in his chair holding out the daily newspaper and smoking a cigarette. Typical.

You rolled your eyes playfully and scoffed.

"Dad, you've got to stop smoking! You know dang well that you'll get sick!"

He laughed a deep, hearty chuckle as he put his cigarette out, the ash smudging against the tray.

"You know what I said about being a man of habit, Y/n. C'mon, give your pops a break!"

"Your father is right, dear. Sometimes, it's very hard to break routine. Isn't that right, Linda?" Your mother turned the stove off and took her oven mitts off, a playful gleam in her eyes as she looked over to your sister.

Linda merely scoffed and continued chewing her gum, twidling the curly phone wire in her index finger. Her bold makeup neatly done and well suited to match her colorful outfit. She paid next to no attention to the rest of her family and continued chatting with her girlfriend over the phone.

You grinned and sat down at the table.

"I see you've made your famous pancakes?"

Your mother chuckled lightly, patting you on the back. She set the plate right in front of you.

"Of course! Can't get 'em anywhere else!" She boasted lightly.

Humming contently, you grabbed your fork and knife to eat. This was a perfect morning, with your perfect family.

You paused.

Something seemed...off.

You furrowed your brow, turning around.

"Mom?"

You froze, realizing she had disappeared. In fact, everybody had disappeared.

You slowly put your eating utensils down and got out of your chair, looking around.

"Mom? Dad? Linda?" You called, but to no avail.

You felt a pit of dread begin to form in your stomach, chills ran down your spine. You shivered and hugged yourself for some sense of false security and warmth, but nothing came out of it.

You were being watched.

Remembering all the PSAs they had showed in school during the time of Dahmer and murder cults, you quickly ran to lock all of the windows and doors in the house.

However, out of nowhere, the TV flickered on. No particular channel. Just the one thing that most people dreaded hearing after falling asleep on the couch.

Static.

Just plain static. You felt all the hairs on your neck stand up as you went into panic mode.

And then the lights flickered out.

Fun.

Panicking even more, you lost your common sense and ran to unlock the door.

Anything to get out.

You fiddled aimlessly at the lock, seconds feeling like minutes and minutes feeling like hours. You felt time drag on for what seemed like an eternity.

You laughed in triumph, a little "Hah!" Once the door finally swung open.

You ran outside, not even bothering to look at your surroundings at first. Just focused on getting out of that uncomfortable moshpit. But then you looked up.

You retched and gagged once you smelled the air. The only word to describe it would be putrid. The air smelt like if a rotting corpse and hot, steaming dogshit had a baby. Probably even worse than that.

Your eyes watered before you finally looked around.

Your heart sank faster than the OceanGate submarine. Or I guess the Challenger if we're talking about the 80's here.

The sky, once a beautiful blue, was now blood red. The sun had disappeared and was replaced by a large pentagram in the sky.

You stumbled back and grabbed your head as you felt off-balance. After all, just 10 minutes ago, you were having a great meal with all of your loved ones.

Falling on the floor, you noticed something.

Those things being bugs.

Spiders, moths, maggots, and all sorts of insects crawled all over your body, engulfing you slowly. You felt paralized, like you couldn't do anything.

They crawled into your nose, ears, mouth, eyes, and God knows what else as you sat there frozen.

Your insides squirmed and moved as you felt like you were being eaten from the inside out.

You opened your mouth to scream, and...

You woke up.

Unfortunately, it was not peaceful. You felt sweat pouring down your back and dripping down your face.

Your entire body felt hot, and not in the cozy way. Like you had just ran a marathon and went into a sauna. You felt your head pounding, and if you had a heart, it would be too. The adrenaline running through your veins didn't help with your situation either.

Frantically looking around the room, you calmed before concluding it was, yet again, another nightmare.

You flopped down in bed, uttering a single word.

"Fuck."

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Whoo! First chapter down! This is really coming along nicely! So sorry that our pathetic manthing didn't show up in this chapter, he will soon!!!