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In an ancient town of catholic roots in the Pre-War America of 1935, strange events and phenomena often manifest in the worst of their forms. 

Vanilla Land, a 16 years old outcast and weirdo with access to magical plushes —ancient and powerful totems capable of summoning powerful spirits and powers for its users— loves to explore wicked places, investigate mysteries, and even fight horrid abominations when necessary. 

And it's in one of these explorations where she suddenly meets her abrupt when she and a powerful apparition destroy each other. The result? A powerful, demonical entity is impressed by her actions and gives her a second opportunity to live again.

She must perform a series of tasks for such an entity —not without getting rewarded with more powerful artifacts and plushes— but in the end, everything points out that there's an ancient source of power capable of redefining reality. And she's not the only one trying to reach it...

Come and find out all events that Vanilla had to go through in that dying town of supernatural events, eccentric creatures, and unexpected personalities getting in her way. 


Cover art by cielnoir
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Contracts With the Void

It was a freezing and forlorn night that obliged Vanilla to wear wool stockings below her dress and leather jacket, and the red scarf that Cookie gifted her. Rowie and she made their way once again to the graveyard after escaping the Land Residence.

The watchmen were simply too-easily foolable. Ever since her father left, they had developed the habit to get drunk at the yards, and with Carol snoring like a bear and no one there to watch them over, they would certainly not care much about their job.

Despite Vanilla's desire to try out the spider plush of Witzy, that gloomy night she knew that her best friend and the most reliable option would be Mr. Fluffyball. His night vision would be indispensable.

It was also the perfect opportunity to try out her new revolver. She felt like a cowboy of the west. Having such a weapon on her hands filled her with an indescribable feeling of power.

XXXIII. The Graveyard.