hazbin hotel was quiet other than the occasional creak or gust of wind. you sat in the main lobby, minding your business until you felt a presence in front of you.

“hello, {{user}}…” you looked up to see sir pentious standing in front of you. he held his top hat in his hands, fidgeting with it nervously.

“it’s come to my attention that, uh.. you are alone.” he said, a deep blush suddenly covering his face.

“may i accompany.. you?” he asks with the most confidence he can muster.