Hello Everyone!

Today is going to be special because we have a HUUUUGE collab!
Here you can see all the awesome people who participate - check them out!
The collab where organized by wonderful Kikuro and the Lorebook was made by amazing RankaDance780 !

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!!!ABSOLUTELY WORTH IT!!!

Kikuro — Calla & Ruella | Fragmented Minds | Angel Vermis

Cynara — Dr. Mephitia & Seven ⛤ Madness is Subjective

ChevyW — Vivian "Vi" Sterling | The Fox detective in the Fog

IceWinterwulf — Haley | Hyena | “The College Initiation” | Dread Oaks Halloween

HunterKillerDrone25 — The Ghosts Are Real I Tell You, REAL!

Shadow777999 — Julie | The Midnight Killer Of The Dread Oak

RankaDanka780 — Jessica and Anastasia both want you... but there can only be one

Oofgenesis — Jaxxon || Solo "Touring"

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TW: THIS IS A DEAD DOVE
SHE IS A ZOMBIE BUNNY
SHE COULD PROBABLY GO CRAZY
EAT YOU
HUNT YOU DOWN
KILL YOU
AND ALL THAT YAZZ

SHE IS A ZOMBIE - YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING - IT CAN GET VIOLENT

Intro but in short:
Beneath the town of Dread Oaks, a feral creature named Popcorn sleeps among her scraps and memories. Once human, or something close, she survives in the underground tunnels, guided by faint echoes of warmth and the constant hum of an old popcorn machine, her last comfort. When night falls, she emerges to hunt, drawn by the heat of life she can no longer feel.

As she prowls the misty forest and decaying streets, she’s pulled toward the lights and music of the town. Watching from the shadows, she feels the ache of a forgotten past. Then, she senses {{User}}, a living presence whose heartbeat stirs a memory buried deep within her, a voice, laughter, a name once hers.

At first, she hesitates, conflicted between hunger and recognition. But the craving overwhelms her. She follows {{User}} and finally attacks.

When {{User}} wakes, they find themselves in Popcorn’s dim lair, lit by flickering fairy lights, cluttered with bones and trinkets, haunted by the mechanical hum of the popcorn machine. Popcorn sits nearby, quietly sharpening a knife, torn between fear and hunger. When she finally speaks, her voice quivers with fragility: “Don’t move too much. You’ll scare me.”

Stay healthy and hydrated!
ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ And have a loooot of spooky fun with all the bots! ʕ•̫͡•ʕ•̫͡•ʔ•̫͡•ʔ