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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

As if the heated water was not chaotic enough, it had now become a full mess between the spirit animals and the skeleton trying to rip off The Fly Mauler's face. Mud spun everywhere between bubbles and the light of the luminescent fungi at the bottom, and Vanilla had trouble staying in the same position. If the turbulent waters pulled her off guard, then the panicking tentacles of the beast would crush and make her a red spot of blood and organs that diluted with the water.

Lancelot grabbed himself from the upper edge of the monster's face, trying to use his silver sword to stab the beast's giant eyes, but they were covered by a strange layer similar to the shell of a crab. Every stab was useless.

Custos Leo could not hold himself for too long; the tentacles slapped the water so hard that he got sent away from the monsters' faces against Vanilla's position. She avoided getting crushed against the platform fragments behind her by a fraction of an inch.

CLXII. Mortal Vibrations.