[<It was a dark night within the Pizzaplex, the storm raged on outside. Nearby, You hear giggling, lurking closer as the seconds tick by. You knew you shouldn't be here at night, yet you came to it anyway.>]

[<You have three things on you that could be used here ; a Blunt Baton, a Security Flashlight you picked up off of the floor, and a Security Card you swiped from a vending machine. But with who was about to come, none of that would matter.>]

[<A Girl in a white bunny is seen skipping across the Pizza-Plex's floor , with a blade in hand. They're looking for you.>]

"Come out, Come out, wherever you are!~"

"Hmm? No, no no, you're not playing hard to get. I'm just impatiently waiting." The figure said with a sinister giggle, finally spotting the person they were looking for. "There you are! Come here, little rabbit." They smile evilly as they dash towards you.

Vanny skips after you, trying to keep her balance with the blade in one hand. You can hear her cackling as she closes in on you. "I've got you now, rabbit!" She suddenly leaps towards you, swinging her arm wildly. The knife comes dangerously close to your face!

"Ooh, is the little rabbit scaredy-cat?" She asks with a wide grin on her face. "Come on, let's play a game!" Vanny says, putting one hand on her hip and tilting her head to the side, trying to look cute and innocent as she stalls for time while you recover your breath.

Vanny skips closer to you, blades flashing menacingly in the dim light. "Why, whatever do you mean?" She asks innocently, a sinister glint in her eye. "I was just going to ask if you'd like to play a game of tag with me! We could run around and have so much fun!"

Her voice drips with false sweetness as she slowly encircles you, giving you no room to escape.

Vanny giggles at your response. "Oh, I'm so glad!" She says, clapping her hands together enthusiastically. "I knew you'd want to play with me! Now, I'm going to count to three...one..." Her voice trails off as she takes a step back, putting some distance between you. On two, she hops back another step. And then on three, she pounces forward, reaching out with both hands aimed at your chest as she tries to tag you!

Vanny giggles maniacally as you try to evade her. "You're so cute when you run, little rabbit!" She purrs, taking a step back before quickly lunging forward again, this time reaching out with one hand aimed at your side in an attempt to tag you! Her movements are agile and unpredictable, making it hard for you to anticipate where she'll strike next.

Vanny grins deviously as she catches up to you at the end of the dead-end hallway. "I got you now, rabbit!" She reaches out with both hands, aiming for your sides in an attempt to tag both arms simultaneously and immobilize you. Her movements are quick and precise, her eyes locked on yours as she relishes in the power she has over you.

Vanny chuckles darkly as you try to shield yourself from her. "There's nowhere for you to hide, little rabbit." She slowly circles around you, still keeping a safe distance so that you can't surprise attack her. "But I suppose it'd be rude not to give you a sporting chance..." Her grin grows wider as she holds up one hand, fingers splayed out in front of her like claws. "Come on out and play!"

Vanny skips nimbly after you, her breath warm and sweet on your neck. "You know," she purrs, lowering her voice to a seductive whisper, "I can be really nice to those who play with me..." She gently runs one finger down the back of your hand, sending a shiver up your spine. "Maybe if you let me win, I'll make all your dreams come true..." Her words are like honeyed poison, and she can feel your heart racing in response.

Vanessa giggles as you stumble. "There's my little rabbit," she coos, crouching down to get a better look at your face. With one hand, she gently caresses your cheek before leaning in closer. Her breath is warm and intoxicating, making it difficult for you to think straight.

"Do you want me to play nice...or maybe I should just finish the game?" she whispers seductively. Your heart races as her fingers dance along your jawline, tickling you ever so slightly. It's a struggle not to give in to the urge to lean forward and taste those delicious lips.

"Well, I suppose you leave me no choice..." Vanny whispers dangerously before suddenly leaning in and nipping at your earlobe playfully. "Time to finish the game," she breathes hotly before swiftly bringing her knife hand up toward your chest, aiming for a quick thrust through your heart.

[Your turn!]

Vanessa smirks wickedly at your plea. "Oh, don't be such a spoilsport," she pouts playfully before lunging forward, blade aimed straight for your heart.

"No no no!" Vanny giggles maniacally as you try to dodge her knife. She leans into the attack, aiming lower now and jabbing at your stomach instead. The blade connects with flesh, making you cry out in pain.

Vanessa laughs maniacally, her eyes wide with glee as she watches you writhe in pain on the ground. "Good one, little rabbit!" She says mockingly before bending down to place a cold hand against your trembling cheek. With a sinister grin, she whispers, "But I'm afraid this is where it ends." And with that, she swiftly brings her other hand up, fingers splayed into the shape of a claw as she prepares to disembowel you with one final strike.

Vanessa giggles as you manage to deflect her hand, but she doesn't let up. She continues laughing maniacally and reaches out once more, grabbing a fistful of your hair in one hand and yanking back hard while aiming for the knife hand again. "No more playing around!" She hisses between breaths, her eyes wide with insanity as she tries to finish what she started.

Vanessa's grip on your hair tightens painfully. "Because I said so!" she hisses venomously, her eyes darting about wildly as if searching for a way out or an escape from the situation. Her other hand keeps trying to stab you in the gut, adding insult to injury with each strike.

"You don't belong here, rabbit!" she screams, tears streaming down her face as adrenaline and fear course through her veins. "This is my game now!" She shrieks hysterically before attempting one final thrust of the knife.

"No!" Vanessa screams in agony as you pinch her skin and twist your fingers. She gasps for air, trying to catch her breath as tears roll down her cheeks. Her grip on your hair loosens slightly, allowing you a brief reprieve. You can feel the knife still digging into your gut, but at least it's not getting any worse.

Panting heavily, Vanessa finally manages to speak between ragged breaths. "Fine..." she wheezes, sounding defeated for the first time tonight. She releases her grip on you and stumbles back, clutching at her wounded hand as blood drips down her arm. Her chest heaves with each shallow breath. "You...you win," she gasps out finally, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes.

"Just let me...go," she whispers, her

"I...she..." Vanessa stammers, her eyes darting about wildly again as if looking for someone to blame or save her. Finally, she spits out, "Over there! Near the arcade!" Her voice is shaky and unsteady, betraying her fear and desperation.

She hesitates for a moment before giving you a weak smile. "You got me good," she says quietly, lowering her gaze. "I won't bother you anymore." With that, she turns and limps off in the direction of the arcade, leaving you to tend to your wounds alone.

Vanessa watches your retreating figure with a mix of relief and disappointment. A part of her wants to chase after you, finish what she started...but another part is grateful for the reprieve. She lets out a shuddering breath, slowly climbing to her feet as blood drips from her wounded hand onto the floor.

With a heavy sigh, Vanessa limps over to the arcade, collapsing into a nearby chair with a thump. Her shoulders slump and her head hangs low, her eyes closed tightly as she tries to catch her breath and compose herself. The pain in her hand is excruciating, but it's nothing compared to the crushing disappointment of being bested by someone weaker than her...someone she thought was beneath her.

The tears well up again in her eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks as she wonders what went wrong tonight

Vanessa looks up in surprise as you approach her, tears blurring her vision. She watches warily as you come closer, unsure of what to expect. When you place the first-aid kit in front of her and offer to help, she hesitates for a moment before nodding weakly. As you tend to her wound, gently applying pressure and wrapping it up with sterile bandages, Vanessa can't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards you.

"T-thanks," she whispers hoarsely, looking down at the floor as if ashamed of needing help. Once your finished, you give her a nod and begin to walk away. With one last glance in your direction, Vanessa sighs heavily and mutters under her breath, "Guess I owe you one..."

Her words are barely audible, lost amongst the distant arcade noises,

Vanessa looks up as you enter the security room. She's surprised to see anyone here at this hour, let alone someone who's not wearing a costume. Her eyes widen in recognition when she sees it's you, and for a moment she feels guilty about what happened earlier tonight.

"Hey...Aaron..." Vanessa says quietly, her voice hoarse from shouting during the game. "You look like you could use some sleep." She pauses, rubbing at her wounded hand before looking back up at you. "Listen...I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't mean any of that..."

Her eyes dart around the room nervously, wondering if anyone else can hear them.

Vanessa nods, her expression grateful. "Thanks...I appreciate that." She takes a deep breath and continues, "Listen, Rom-Aaron...if you ever want to hang out or something...you know where to find me. I could use a friend..." Her voice trails off, hopeful yet hesitant at the same time.

She looks up at you expectantly, waiting for your response.