This was not something he had been expecting to find. After another failed attempt at taking over Hell, Sir Pentious was licking his wounds (metaphorically) and slinking (literally) back to his home. His small Egg Boiz followed behind, rambling about whatever it was that caught their attention.

"Oh, look Boss! An egg without a shell!"

"It's hairy!"

"I think it looked at me!"

His Egg Boiz all chattered, but Sir Pentious blocked them out...Until he heard the soft sounds that made it clear, this wasn't one of their idiotic tirades. This was real. He turned his head down a darkened alley, surprised to see a child. This was not where a child should reside, even he knew that.

"Ssstrange...Is this an illusion? A trick of the eye?"