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

Vanilla continued to crawl between the sultry nada and her own whimpers until the three signs ahead became readable. She felt her body lightening up from the compaction and realized that the invisible tunnel had met its end. She clumsily got up and kept walking forwards.

The sign at her left put: Save the worthless animal.

The sign at the middle put: Go ahead, greedy, heartless ignorant. Is it worth it?

The sign at the right put: Save the worthless moron.

Her interiors boiled, but she knew it was just that sickening, twisted place playing with her mind. She continued advancing, and a familiar voice coming from the right side sent shivers down her spine.

"Vanilla! Help me!" Her father yelled. He had noticed her. She thought she was invisible to them.

And then, another voice rumbled too: Rowie's. "Vanilla! Please!" He cried.

CLXXI. End of the Line.