Another Shitty Day in Hell - Sir Pentious x Reader

Hey, yall!! Just a quick disclaimer that my friend's oc will make a brief cameo in this. I know some of yall don't like random ocs, but the interaction will be fairly short and inconsequential to the plot. Enjoy!

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"Sir, are you absolutely sure you want to get me a uniform?"
You groaned, practically having to be dragged to the door by Pentious.
"It's, what, 7 am? And I'm still tired from last night's debacle-

"-SILENCE!!"
He interrupted, his eyes almost begging you to drop the subject.
"We agreed that we would never s-s-speak of that again."

You had to suppress a snicker looking at the expression on his face. It was pathetic but funny, the uneasiness in his demeanor really adding to the whole experience. Seeing an 8-foot snake demon beet red and sweating bullets at the mention of his misdeeds was not something you ever expected to see in your life, but there you were. And, to reiterate, it was delightfully entertaining.

He smoothed out his coat before continuing his sentiment.

"I'm going to take you to the tailor, as-s-s per our agreement -"

"-agreement?"

"- And you are going to get yourself cleaned up because I simply can not have some ruffian going about and ruining my image."

He poked you on every stressed syllable to really drive his point home.

You swatted his hand away, irritated. He was making a lot of bold claims with no substantial evidence to back them up, which was something you did all the time, but it was only ok when you did it and nobody else.

"And what 'image' do you have to maintain, sir?"
You challenged, crossing your arms across your chest.

"A proper and professional one. And you are certainly not that."
He stated matter-of-factly, glaring at you.
"Now quit acting childish! We don't have all day to dilly-dally, you know."

As you cursed under your breath, he unlocked the door and slithered outside before offering you his arm.

You stared at the appendage for a good couple of seconds, debating if you should take it or not. You didn't take it last night, so why should you take it now? You politely declined and joined him on his lawn.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence, being aware of each other's presence but choosing not to say anything. It was nice.

Your ankle healed since yesterday, making you just a bit less angry at the world. This was, (not counting being dragged out of bed), a good day so far.

Pentious suddenly cleared his throat, breaking the blissful silence you two had been maintaining. You rolled your eyes and prepared for whatever outlandish take he would have now.

"So, Y/N, as-s-s you know, it is currently my goal to take total control of hell."
He began with an air of regency.

"Yeah, what about it?"
You asked flatly.

"Well, I've found that no-one here neces-s-s-sarily... respects me."

"Okay...? And...?"

"I am getting there, you oaf!"
He snapped. His hood flared up, all of his eyes staring you down.

You gulped.

He held his stature for an unessesary long amount of time, just glaring at you. After an additional 2 seconds, he spun around to where he was previously facing and put his hands behind his back.