Another Shitty Day in Hell - Sir Pentious x Reader

The bed you slept upon might've been the most comfortable bed you'd ever slept in since arriving in hell. Almost comparable to the one you had when you were alive.

That just made it harder to get up. You awoke slowly, the events of the previous day flashed in your head. You remembered where you were, feeling content. Which was weird. Not even when you were alive did you like being at work! But again, this was a little bit different.

You yawned and stretched. Blinking the sleepiness out of your eyes, you decided now was the best time to get out of bed. You walked over to your dresser before abruptly remembering something.

You had no clothes.

And especially none that were in dress code. All you had was the measily sweater that was still on the floor from last night's temper tantrum. You grimaced and mouthed a silent 'fuck'.

Just as if things couldn't get any worse, you heard an obnoxiously loud knock at your door accompanied by Pentious's voice.

"Y/N!!!" He shouted, still banging on your door, "RISE AND SHINE! IT IS-S-S TIME TO GET UP!!!"

You covered your ears, the sudden banging startling you. What the hell was his deal?

"Give me five minutes sir!" You shouted back. You listened for a response, only to be met with silence. You figured that he accepted your answer and slithered off somewhere.

You groaned quietly and thought about your dilemma. Rubbing your temples, you felt a headache start to form. So much for a fresh start.

You paced around the room briefly before deciding to check what the dresser had to offer. You walked over to them and opened a few of the drawers.

It was mostly empty, except for a few lone pairs of dress pants and a coat. You paused for a moment. Why would a snake own pants? Surely not for himself. You chuckled at the thought of Sir Pentious struggling to fit in a pair of trousers.

You, however, weren't one to complain and put them on anyway. They fit you decently. A bit tight at the waist, but other than that, they were fine.

You slipped the coat on and buttoned it up all. You figured that Pentious wouldn't take too kindly to some plebian walking around with a stained t-shirt. The coat was too big for you, so you suspected that it belonged to him.

You briefly looked in the mirror to smooth out your hair, trying to look as professional as possible. It was hard without shoes, but you were used to improvising stuff.

you took a deep breath and opened the door. You found yourself feeling anxious to talk face to face with Pentious, though you couldn't put your finger on why. Your box of belongings was still sitting on the floor outside your door, so you slid it inside your room with your foot.

Speak of the devil, he wasn't very hard to find. You heard him from across the house, screaming at yet another minion.

"You FOOL! I s-s-specifically told you NOT to let the utensils 'soak'!!! I told you to WASH them!!!" He fumed.

Wanting to see what all the commotion was about, you spedwalked to where the kitchen was. You opened the door just in time for you to see Pentious squeezing some poor egg with his tail, a menacing expression on his face.