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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

That morning, Cookie and Vanilla found themselves at the kitchen of the King's Manor, sitting at the round table at the corner next to the pistachio-colored cupboard.

Mrs. King had wakened up earlier than the girls in order to feed her hens at the chicken coops, some 100 yards north from the construction. Seeing that the girls had just wakened up, she offered herself to make them breakfast.

"I hope you like hotcakes, Vanilla. Does Carol make them often?" She asked.

"I am the one who makes my own breakfast, Mrs. King," Vanilla responded.

The woman seemed a little surprised at first, but she understood when she learned about Vanilla's sleeping habits. The girl would wake up later than normal people, but Carol would not cook her anything even if Vanilla asked her for it.

'Make your own breakfast, and stop being so lazy,' That would be her step-mother's response, even if Vanilla had not asked her in years.

LXXXIX. Rowie's Origin Story.