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

"It is likely one of those two options," Vanilla yawned once more. "Because there don't seem to be any other sources of big masses of water around."

"And what will we be doing there?" Cookie asked.

"Well..." Vanilla hesitated, not really wanting to tell Cookie about the pending contract in itself. "We will be looking for a kind of magical object, what's it, I exactly don't know." She lied. "But expect more twisted monsters."

"It sounds like it's going to be interesting..." Cookie nodded. She took a yawn deeper than Vanilla's.

"Yes, but I think that we'll have to talk about that tomorrow. I'm falling asleep right here." Vanilla said. She felt her body incredibly heavyweight, and her eyelids forced themselves to close.

"Ah," Cookie took another deep yawn too and stretched her arms. "I'm so sleepy too. Looks like Rowie is already asleep," She signaled the pup. "Look at him, he looks so cute sleeping...!"

LXXXVIII. Forced Night Chat.