AxlSLL

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

The cabin of Mr. Graymann was built leaning on the cobblestone walls at the right, pointing to Merry Oaths. It was a small cabin made of worn-down oak wood and a neat porch at the entrance, where an insect killer lamp hung above the door.

Despite its current state, the rustic appearance was something that Vanilla could not help but like and feel nostalgic about; it was like the cabin of her father in the swamps, where he loved to fish in.

She approached and got on the porch, looking inside through the cracks on the door. The carrier effect of Custos Cattus allowed her to spot everything inside that otherwise would be consumed by the dark.

But nothing looked particularly out of place.

"It won't budge," She said. The rusty knob resisted the twisting of her hand.

The pup in a black sweater leaned his paws on it. "So, we can't get inside?"

XXXIV. Journal Entries.