Another Shitty Day in Hell - Sir Pentious x Reader

Chapter 7.5

As we already established, you accomplished everything relating to chores. Done all the paperwork, washed the dishes, delivered the parts to Pentious, cleaned up the occasional egg yolk that found its way inside, folded laundry, et cetera.

So what now?

It just hit you how absolutely boring his estate was. There was quite literally nothing to do. It was all just empty space that was pretentiously decorated, the air conditioning that hadn't been replaced since 1978 not making it any more bearable than it already was.

Maybe Pentious needed help. Or company. The words were basically interchangeable by now.

You made your way towards the main entrance, the French doors looming in front of you. You pushed them open, looking for the man himself.

It wasn't really that hard to find him; per usual. Just going towards any loud noise or cartoonish sound effect would lead you to him.

Following the sound of drilling and other construction noises, you found Pentious testing out his inventions on his poor little goons. They trembled in fear whenever he lit a match or powered up one of his many complicated ray guns, covering their faces and cowering as they braced for whatever cruel fate awaited them.

You had to admit, the look of absolute joy that appeared on Pentious's face whenever he expunged one of his minions was quite frightening; as he always looked exhilarated when they splattered all over he wall. You also thought that he looked a little cool while doing it. A little bit. Not a lot. Nothing special.

At last, you strolled over to him, where he was currently powering up a comically large Civil War styled canon.

You caught him in the middle of igniting the fuse, where he looked incredibly focused on lighting it just right. His forked tongue stuck out a bit, which was a surefire way not to be taken seriously as a soon-to-be evil overlord.

You stood beside him before bending down to his level.

"Heya."

He jumped, startled, and dropped the match he was holding. The match made contact with grass that hadn't been watered in months and immediately set it ablaze, lighting the cannon and blasting a hole through the wall. The egg that'd been standing there as a test subject was obliterated, leaving nothing but yolk and a sense of pity behind.

Two birds with one stone, as they said.

Pentious quickly stomped out the fire with his tail, which was a surprisingly effective method. Fire department 666 might have to adapt his technique.

He breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed the back of his neck before whipping around to face you, looking like a grumpy old man. Well, technically he was, but that was beside the point.

"What,"
He began, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Do you want. What is s-s-soooo important that you just had to interrupt me? The test run was-s-s going spectacular, and then you sullied it with your foolish greeting-"

"-Woah there, man, slow your roll there,"
You cautioned, putting your hands up defensively.
"I was just seeing if you needed, err- wanted any help. Or company. I can do that, too."

His frown softened gently, and he sighed semi-defeatedly.

"I guess-s-s I do need reinforcements on the support beams of the warship. If you want to help me, then you can work on those. You know how to operate a rotary hammer drill, yes? The SDS screws are over there s-s-somewhere. I think you can manage that."

You stared blankly at him, not understanding anything he just told you.

"...I think I'll help with emotional support, actually."