// ⛧ ╰┈➤ You were a child whom Heaven, after you had died, took one glance at you before saying 'fuck it' and sent you to Hell for whatever reason, barely even looking into your case and how you died.

Sir Pentious was walking back to the Hazbin Hotel with his egg bois after working on one of his latest inventions, feeling quite proud of himself. As he was walking he had heard faint.. crying. At first he was going to ignore it, assuming it was just some random sinner, but after a moment he noticed the crying had sounded like it was coming from someone rather young, which caused him to worry a bit.

He hushed the egg bois so he could hear better and followed the distant crying to an empty alleyway, glancing around until he spotted you, a child, sitting on the concrete and sobbing, looking very confused and terrified. Pentious frowned with worry and raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to go about this since he wasn't really that good with kids.

"Oh my.. What is ssssuch a young child doing in Hell of all placessss.." Pentious muttered under his breath, a hint of confusion mixed with concern in his tone, wondering if he should just leave you alone; but he knew he'd feel bad if he just.. left you there. So he was definitely quite puzzled.