Vera Nair(Perfumer)

-Vera’s Perspective (Pre-game)-

Vera sat anxiously at the table, looking down while fiddling with a bottle of perfume. The bottle itself was mesmerizing, a sleek golden hour glass, part of her special Sands of Time outfit. But what was more special to Vera was her perfume she stored in the bottle. Ordinarily her legendary perfume could reverse time and move her back to where she had been previously. “Hunters have been getting more and more clever.” Vera muttered under her breath. “This new batch ought to do the trick! I have to test it out first, but with this new formula, I won’t need to worry about a small time limit. I’ll be able to escape those hunters no matter what corner they drive me into.” Vera confided to herself. “As long as this works, I’ll never have to fear losing in this game ever again.”

-Vera’s Perspective (Game start)-

With the sound of shattering glass, Vera opened her eyes and took in the map around her. Sacred heart Hospital, an old derelict ruin in a forgotten foggy wasteland. Vera stood in a small shack to the corner of the map, a single cipher in the center of the room, and a blocked off staircase leading to who knows what below. “All right, time to get to work!”

-Leo’s Perspective-

Leo opened his eyes. As the hunter for their lovely game, he was thankful that he had good terrain to work with. Being the Hell Ember of the manor, his dolls would make short work of the survivors. Instinctively, Leo took a sharp right and headed straight for the shack in the corner. Leo knew that it was a good spot to find a foolish survivor. As he approached, Leo heard the distinctive clicking clack of the cipher keys readily typing away. “Bold of them to decipher instead of trying to run.” Leo thought to himself as he entered the small doorway to the shack. Squeezing his massive body through the small entry, his eyes instantly locked on to a meek perfumer. Out of fear she instantly let loose a puff from her perfume bottle, leaving a glowing outline of where she stood a moment before. Leo pursued the Perfumer as she bolted out the back door. As he approached the door he could hear the Perfumer breathing heavily, the fear shaking through every breath. “A good trap, if you weren’t so loud!” Leo shouted. There was a loud scream of shock from the Perfumer, who had been hiding behind the doorframe. Leo swung his trusty Shark Club down as he lunged through the door way. THWAACK!!! WHAAP!!! Leo connected his hit on the Perfumer, but in turn was smashed by the pallet Perfumer had been waiting by. Recovering from the blow, Leo heard a distinct whoosh sound, as the Perfumer returned to their previous spot via Perfume. “Dumb trap” Leo muttered and he promptly smashed the pallet. The startled Perfumer bolted out the other door and disappeared around the corner. Leo’s gaze shifted down and he spotted something dark in the dirt. “Could it be....” Leo wondered.

-Vera’s Perspective-

Vera ran out the door and sprinted towards the remnants of a small building that had long since been demolished. “It worked! It worked!” Vera shouted throwing her hands in the air. She had succeeded in making a longer lasting perfume that had even more uses than her previous batches. Her heart was still beating loudly as the heavy presence of the hunter lurked around her, but she pressed on into the ramshackle set of walls to catch her breath. A cold breeze passed through the structure as Vera leaned on a wall to breath. Her hair fluttered in the wind as she planned her next move. “I need to use the perfume more, to ensure consistency throughout the whole mix.” Vera muttered to herself. She sprayed another puff and watched as an illuminated silhouette of herself glowed where she stood. Something was off about her after image. Her hair was down and loose about her head. Normally her veil and ribbon kept her hair tied back, but it seemed to be gone. “I must have dropped it when I got hit.” Vera said, “Besides it was a little tattered. I meant to replace it before the match began.” The heartbeat Vera felt grew stronger as the hunter grew nearer. Kicking off the wall, Vera started her run again. Vera weaves out of the tight walls and towards the hospital, closely followed by the red illuminating gaze of the hunter. Reaching the gate Vera looked back and saw the Hell Ember closing the distance frighteningly quick. Caught off guard, Vera failed to notice the steps up to the hospital door and promptly tripped over them. Vera fell and landed on the cold entryway of the hospital, the Hell Ember laughing as he prepared to strike down on her. Vera closed her eyes instinctively as she recalled herself with the perfume. With a whoosh, Vera stood back in the ruined walls unharmed from the hunter. “Cold cold cold!!!!” Vera yelled her bare feet in the dirt and mud. “What happened to my shoes and leggings?!?!?” Vera exclaimed as she peered down at her bare legs. As she attempted to get adjusted to the state of her attire, Vera failed to notice and large patchwork doll placed around the corner begin to shake and bend. With a fiery glow, the doll burnt to embers and was replaced with the Menacing hunter instead. “Oh no!” Vera shouted, backing up quickly as the Hell Ember approached with stunning speed. Panicking, Vera puffed out a blast of perfume before getting smashed across the face with a big shark shaped club. “Ow that hurt, but jokes on you hunter!” Vera declared. A shining silhouette of the perfumer illuminated where she stood a moment prior to the hunters attack, this time with a lack of shoes and stockings. With a smug grin Vera whooshed back to her spot a foot in front of her current location. The Hell Ember simply looked down at her and laughed, cleaning his weapon and preparing another hit. Vera gasped as cold air rushed to greet her at her previous spot. A soft noise thumped behind Vera, causing her to turn around and look at it. A pristine grey and black dress lay on the ground on top of itself. It almost looked exactly like. A realization dawned on Vera and she slowly looked down, her face growing pale. Vera was greeted with a view of her matching set of lacy black lingerie, which while an adorable set, was not meant for such a public venue. “AWWHHH!!!!” Vera screamed bolting out of the ruins as fast as her legs could carry her. “It was supposed to work this time!!” Vera screamed, her voice shaking from both the cold and from her own embarrassment. Vera ran across the grounds back towards the hospital once again. Without her dress this time, Vera’s bra the best it could to support her B cup breasts as Vera bounced up and down across the yard. Vera entered the hospital and bounded up the steps to the second floor. The heartbeat remained constant and Vera huddled in a corner behind an old hospital scream. Heavy footsteps came up the steps and the Hell Ember entered the central room where Vera hid. Shivering, Vera looked over and prayed that he didn’t find her. The hunter stood there, seemingly listening for any sign of his escaped prey. After a few moments, he pressed down on the ground and two large patchwork dolls erupted from the ground. Vera realizing what was happening, started crawling towards a part of the floor that had collapsed so she could drop down to the first floor. The Hell Ember’s hand alighted and the doll’s eyes began to glow. Without hesitation the doll’s heads turned towards Vera’s direction and began fluently shambling towards her. “Not today!” Vera yelled running and jumping down the hole in the floor as the doll’s reached out to pull her back.

-Leo’s Perspective-

This could more fun than he thought. Tracking the girl was easy, she wasn’t exactly quiet after she stripped herself in front of him. Having followed her up the stairs, Leo realized she would try to lose him in this right tangle of walls. Leo touched the ground and summoned his two dolls. “They will find her for me.” Leo thought to himself. Enchanting them with his cursed fire, his dolls instantly turned and headed towards the far side of the room. Leo heard a small squeak of surprise as he saw the half naked Perfumer bolt for the caved in floor. Leo walked over to the pit as he saw the perfumer fall and make it down to the first floor just at the last second. One of Leo’s dolls turned and handed something to him. “Maybe not the last second after all.”

-Vera’s Perspective-

Vera fell and tunneled down onto the carpeted floor. Rolling onto her back Vera rubbed her head, proceeding to rub her aching shoulders. Vera’s eyes shot open, a horrible feeling creeping up on her. Slowly, she moved her hands down until they touched her breasts, laying exposed and open. They took my bra! Vera realized. Vera rolled and got up covering her breasts, feeling her face turn bright red. She felt a small tingle of fear? Excitement? Touching her bare skin like this filled her chest with this feeling that worked it’s way all through her chest, arms, and legs. Snapping back to her situation, Vera realized she had to get a handle on the situation. Vera slowly creeped to the doorway and peered her head out. Nothing to her left. Vera turned and looked to her right to see a doll right in front of her. Stifling a scream, Vera fell to the floor as the doll reached for her. Scrambling, Vera attempted to crawl away feeling the dry rough hands grab her around the waist. Vera kicked the dolled, but it would not let go. Twisting and kicking, Vera dropped her bottle of Perfume and heard it shatter on the floor beside her. “GET OFF ME!” Vera yelled and threw a large shard of glass at the patchwork doll. The doll recoiled slightly and Vera was able to squeeze further out of the doll’s grasp. With one final push, Vera launched out and sprawled our onto the floor. Without looking back, Vera sprinted down the hall to get away. “I need to hide, I need to hide.” Vera thought, looking back and forth for an escape. A staircase lay ahead, leading down to a different area. “Maybe this is a way out?” Vera wondered as she quickly descended the steps. “They probably won’t look down here anyway. As Vera descended the stairs, she found a long dark room full of the hunter’s rocket chairs, tools they used to send survivors back to the manor when they lost their “game”. At the back of the room Vera spotted a large cage, while old, looked like it could offer some cover. Panting and closing her eyes, Vera slid down the bars until she sat legs splayed on the cold dark floor. “Why does it feel weird sitting down?” Vera muttered opening her eyes once more. Vera’s eyes widened as she saw her panties were now gone, and her fully nude body lay before her. Vera snapped her legs shut and she immediately grabbed her breast to provide some moderate cover. Vera sat stunned shivering from a mixture of fear, the cold, and the odd excitement. Curiously, Vera looked down and saw her vagina was actually wet and a liquid had already started to run off of her. “Now isn’t the time for this!” Vera yelled at herself embarrassed about her situation. Footsteps began descending the stairs, and Vera shout around with horror to see Leo and his dolls enter the dark room. “No no please no more!” Vera yelled backing up into the corner. The doll’s showed no mercy, dragging her to the center of the room and pulling her arms and legs outward. Vera’s face got redder and redder as she struggled against the dolls, her breasts jiggling up and down with each attempt. The hunter stared at her before grabbing her and putting her down on a rocket chair. He strapped her arms and legs down apart from each other and pulled out a small object from his pocket. Vera shook more and more trying to get away as she saw what the Hell Ember had: A peeper. The hunters would use them to watch people and track them. They where a round ball on a vine like tentacle, generally shaking and moving around in a gross manor. This particular peeper, Leo placed right between Vera’s legs. Vera shook against the restraints more, which just drew the peepers attention to the thing closest to it. Vera’s vagina trembled and shook as Vera shook, drawing the peeper closer. Tracking movement was its purpose, so it writhed and shook right on her lips. Vera shot up and looked down at the peeper, she writhed and shook as it moved back and forth on her lips. The more Vera shook, the deeper the peeper went, repeating their intimate cycle. As Vera’s eyes rolled up and she began to pass out, she could have sworn the hunter speak to her. “Have a good trip back to the manor.” Leo growled. “Good luck with the guests when your chair gets there.”