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In the undead gardens behind Atlas’ house was a fluffle of buns. The host, Atlas, wandered from bun to bun with sparklers in hand, nodding courteously at his companions before handing them their individual sparklers. Mochi Moon was a time of gathering, of ringing in the New Year, and to celebrate until they passed out from overindulgence, of course. His imps trailed behind him, some fresh on his heels, others rested in the crook of his neck for safety. His pink loafki, Chantilly, found the ...

It was a nightmare. No, not even a nightmare was as bad as this. Thinking back on the shopping trip mere hours before, Atlas couldn’t have possibly known just how terrible the rest of his day was about to become. It was a cool, crisp day in the Burrowgatory and his favorite grocers was a nice stroll away and all he needed was the following: chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and strawberries for toppings, flour, eggs, and milk for the cupcakes, and some yummy apples to snack while he baked. He...