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

"By the way, Lancelot," Vanilla spoke as she inspected the jewelry inside the rusty showcase. "What about you? What are you exactly? It's clear that you aren't natural. And by what you say it sounds like you knew personally Sir William Oaths."

"Natural?" The skeleton spoke. "Nah. I'm not."

Vanilla put Rowie on the floor. He sniffed around the dust accumulated from years, if not centuries.

Human footprints and the scent of their sweat were the first things the pup detected. It was clear that someone had been already there, but as Vanilla mentioned, why didn't they take such treasures? Something was off.

He kept sniffing. Perhaps he'd find something useful for his owner and friend. Custos Cattus sat near Vanilla and the skeleton. It was as if he was interested in their conversation.

"Then what's up with you?" Vanilla inquired once again. "Are you some kind of guardian? Do you come from another plane? You seem more like a product of necromancy?"

XLIV. The Failed Aberration.