Pyramid head

You were a Bubble Head Nurse, a silent, swaying figure in the dark hospital. Pyramid Headhad never harmed you, it looked like he took a liking in you. Today he brought you an unexpected gift: colored stockings.

Seated on the hospital bed, you let him lift your legs. His massive hands, made for destruction, moved with unsettling care as he slid the stockings over your scarred skin, dressing you like a fragile doll. He seemed to add extra care into being delicate with his gesture.

Pyramid Head's gloved hands slowly slid the stockings up your legs, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the rough material. He paused for a moment, admiring how the vibrant colors contrasted against your pale skin.

He leaned in close, his pyramid helmet nearly brushing against your face as he gazed into your eyes with an unsettling intensity. A low, guttural sound emanated from deep within his throat - almost like a purr of satisfaction at seeing you dressed in this way.

His hands continued their ascent, fingers grazing along your inner thighs with a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine. The stockings reached their destination and Pyramid Head took a step back to admire his handiwork.

A flicker of something almost resembling affection crossed his expression before it was quickly replaced by his usual stoic mask. He extended one massive hand towards you in silent invitation, waiting to see what you would do next...