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Spielzeit Bestiary #8: The Sun Dog

Nature. Every tree, plant, and animal. It is all around us, and it is a very big part of the forest town Spielzeit's identity. The townsfolk and the surrounding forest have been in kahoots with one another ever since it split from the now defunct Playtime toy company. And now, their relationship with nature has seemingly grown stronger, due in part to a new creature said to roam the woods. They call it the Sun Dog.

Said to be the most benevolent of Spielzeit's ever growing roster of "cryptids", the Sun Dog is described as being a giant Cocker Spaniel with dark orange fur. It gets its name from what locals describe as a pendant, shaped like the sun, that it wears tightly around its neck.

It is said to be missing the lower half of its body, resulting in it crawling around wherever it goes. Those who have caught a glimpse of the Sun God report it being followed by a group of animals. The animals within said group vary, but the most common group is said to be that of a red fox, a whitetail deer, and an opossum.

Stories and sightings of the Sun Dog portray it as a protector of nature, caring for wounded and abandoned animals and helping any that cross its path. It is said to be incredibly docile, even helpful, towards humans, with one witness, Jeremy Hill, 23, describing as such.

"I was taking a walk through the woods. It was a nice day, nothing out of the ordinary. So, I'm walking, and I notice this tree, looked perfect for climbing. I get to the top of the thing, the view was really nice. Then, I heard something, sounded like, I don't know, giggling? Startled me so much that I fell off the branch, broke one of my legs. I screamed put for help for what felt like forever. Then I heard someone, they sounded like he was in his 50s, he told me not to worry, that'd he'd get me back home. That's when I saw him. We were at level with one another, he had a fox, deer, and possum at his side. Now, I've heard other people talk about this guy like he was the second coming, but actually being in his presence, I don't know, it made me feel safe. He had that look in his eyes, you know? I passed out afterwards, but when I woke up I was in town square. I won't forget that day."

The Sun Dog's contributions have not gone unnoticed. For instance, since his arrival, illegal hunting in the Spielzeit area has dropped tremendously, something that Ranger Angelo Floros has taken note of.

"Now, I'm not sure a giant, orange dog is the reason all of these hunters have went away, but regardless, this is great news. And if you want to thank this 'Sun Dog' for it, be my guest."

Many residents do, in fact, thank the Sun Dog, particularly those with some background of religion. They believe in the Sun Dog's existence so much that they have made it the central figure in their annual Summer Solstice festival. Here, there are Sun Dog themed games, food, and even stage performances about its contributions. Something notable is that during the festival, there is a chance that an animal will show up, requesting food, in which they always recieve it, yet they never immediately eat it. It is said that they bring it to the Sun Dog, who watches in the distance on the Licht hillside, where the sun shines brightest.

Is there a protector of nature living in the forests of Spielzeit? Or has Lady Luck just grazed the town with a great ecosystem? Do you believe?

(A major thank you to @abugcalledtoken for writing a greater part of the Sun Dog's lore!)

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(Decided to dub over a part of the epilogue of Sundae! Tryin' out my audiobook chops, if ya feel me ^^. Enjoy! - JY)

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(Heya folks! JY here! I've got a liiiiiitle question for y'all. Currently, the next short story entry in this blog is the third and final part of "The Package" our little opening to other short stories in this AU. So, about that....WHICH CRYPTID DO YOU WANT TO HAVE A SHORT STORY FIRST?! *ahem* sorry, got ahead of myself there. But, uh, yeah, that's my question. This isn't to say there won't be more short stories starring certain cryptids, but I just wanna know which one you'd like to have first ^w^. Can't wait for y'all's answer!)

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Submitted by Thomas Jones, a tourist in Spielzeit. Could this be proof of the existence of the Spielzeit Fae?

(This is the first "found audio" post for this blog! Hope ya like it ^w^)

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Spielzeit Bestiary #7: The Spielzeit Fae

Tales of fairies have been passed down from generation, with various descriptions of what they actually are. Some stories depict them as small, flying humans with the ability to grant wishes, others say they are beings not to be messed with, to never tell your name to, lest they steal it.

But in the case of the town of Spielzeit, their fairies are somewhat mischievious. The Spielzeit Fae, sometimes referred to as "The Smiling Fairies" or "The Giggling Sprites" by locals, are a group of creatures that supposedly roam the woods near Spielzeit, particularly near common picnicing areas or fields.

The actual appearance of these creatures varies greatly from one another. According to locals, there are 8 variants, each with their own personalities. The few common traits in all 8 are their huge, believed to be never changing, smiles and their childlike laughter.

[DISCLAIMER: THESE DESCRIPTIONS ARE BASED ON PUBLIC SUPERSTITION AND RUMORS, THEY MAY OR MAY NOT BE TRUE]

1. Welpe: The Welpe Fae are described as being small, orange Cocker Spaniels, surprisingly similar to the appearance of another piece of Spielzeit folklore, the Sun Dog. Welpe Fae are commonly seen playing with the other fae, and in some cases coordinate pranks and heists for the other fae.

2. Jungtier: Jungtier Fae are described as small, red Bear cubs. Jungtier Fae are said to be incredibly clingy to other fae, and in one case, humans. They seem to show a form of affection through this clinginess.

3. Hase: Hase Fae are described as small, bright green bunnies. Hase Fae have been said to be incredibly energetic, and in some claimed "heist" encounters are the ones said to run off with whatever it is they stole.

4. Huhn: The Huhn Fae are said to be similar to baby chicks in appearance. Huhn Fae, according to locals, usually try to "one up" the other fae in their activities. What this entails is up for debate.

5. Ferkel: Ferkal Fae are said to heavily resemble a common piglet. Ferkel Fae, in most encounters, are usually the first seen, eating whatever they have stolen from the poor sap that crossed them.

6. Kalb: Kalb Fae are described as being small, sky blue elephant calfs. These fae are said to have a great memory. According to local baker Annie Puntz, she gave a Kalb a piece of cake, and the next month, it brought her back a flower.

7. Eins: Eins Fae are commonly described as being very small unicorn-like beings, with white fur and pale blue manes. Eins fae are theorized to be incredibly artistic, as a few locals described witnessing an Eins fairy using the cherries from a cherry tree in the town's Fruit Basket area to paint a rock.

8. Kätzchen: Kätzchen Fae, strangely, are said to highly resemble a tiny version of The Grinning Cat, down to the deep purple fur color and the big grin. Another interesting comparison to note is their tendency to "sleep". Encounters with Kätzchen fae usually start with the witness finding it asleep before waking it up, causing it to run away.

More often than not, groups of fae contain more than one variant, if not all 8. The first documented sighting of the Fae came from the late Dave Fitz, who described having a picnic with his grandchildren, when suddenly a Welpe and a Kätzchen appeared, trying to steal food. Mr. Fitz shooed them away, only realizing later that night that that was a mistake, as he found a huge group of the Fae ransacking his home.

Since then, it has become tradition to leave a piece of food out for the Fae during picnics, even if they never show.

Ranger Angelo Floros was asked about if he believed the Fae were real.

"I, personally, find these rumors to be a load of bologna. Fairies only exist in fairy tales. As for the supposed laughter, there are plenty of children here who love to spook their elders, and this idea of laughing fairies is perfect for them! I have no further comment."

Whether they exist or not, the Spielzeit Fae have become a big part of their folklore, even serving as one of the many creatures celebrated during their Summer Solstice festival, along with the Sun Dog.

All we ask you is...do you believe?

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Spielzeit Bestiary #3: The Dünnhalsig

There are a multitude of lakes and rivers near Spielzeit, with a few being home to a few supposed beasties. The "cursed" Lake Dünn, a popular fishing spot in spite of these superstitions, is now said to be the home of the long necked cryptid known as the Dünnhalsig.

Described by eyewitnesses as being a dinosaur-like being with either a pale red or pale yellow coloring, a few speculate that it is a living fossil, a Brontosaurus, to be specific. Though, no one really knows for sure, as these same witnesses have only seen the head and neck of the creature.

Another thing to note is that the creature is incredibly tiny, the length of the neck up to the tip of the head being only about 2-3 feet. It seems to be docile as well, only ever swimming up to the fishermen, then submerging. One eyewitness, Paul Hinkley, had this to say about his experience.

"I was minding my own business, it was rainy, perfect day to catch a biggun. So I sit myself at the dock, and I'm just waiting for a bite. As I'm sitting there, I hear a muffled sound. I didn't know what in the hey it was, until I looked down. There was this thing in the water, just sitting there, staring at me. I can never forget those eyes. Those incredibly human eyes. It was a good 5 minutes before the thing swam off. I left immediately."

Ranger Angelo Floros did a sweep of the lake, eventually stating this the next town meeting.

"In my team's search through the lake, we found no 'long necked thing'. We did, however, find a log. A log with little googly eyes on top. That is what you all saw. No further comment."

Regardless of what Ranger Floros said, most of the townsfolk are certain that there's something in the lake. And that something is the Dünnhalsig. Do you believe?

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Purpureo Sub Caelo

Sermon 1: Remissio

(A Grinning Cat Story)

How long had it been since they made their escape. It couldn't have been more than a few months, give or take. And yet, after all lf that time, Theodore was still taking everything in.

He had never seen such beauty. The trees, the fauna. The sky. All he had ever known were the blasphemous recreations of these things. To behold them in their true nature, that was nothing less than perfect.

Yet, he knew still that he was an outcast amongst everything in the forest. But he didn't mind. The simple truth is that he no longer cared. He was free. He was free, and he was right.

He was right...in one regard.

His best friend, his god, he was right when he said he'd lead them to freedom. All who opposed him weren't there to realize it, they had already been killed in his name, like the heretics they were.

That's what Theo thought they were, at least. Since his escape, he and his god haven't seen each other much. The only times they would ever interact was if it needed something, hiding itself as usual. And everytime, their meeting place gathered more and more corpses.

This bothered Theo. He hadn't thought of more followers in his cause, all he needed were already out there in the trees. The bodies, all without skin, hung from the branches of a giant oak. Most were local fauna, others clearly human. But why kill them? Besides the humans, what use would a woodland creature have to interact with something like the Prototype? It confused him.

Their latest meeting was incredibly brief, but urgent. It was the Dog. He was thought to be rotting back in their former prison, but he seemed to have escaped. Theo was shocked, but he had a feeling that would happen. Belts don't last forever. And so, he was ordered to find him and finish him off. It couldn't have something like the Dog roaming around, he went against it, and therefore should perish.

After about a week of searching, he found the Dog. He was resting by a fire, a fox, deer, and possum slept around it. He wise wide open, an easy kill. It wasn't like he could run away. He couldn't run away. But he made it so far, he has survived this long! It was a blessing. But, orders were orders. And orders were meant to be taken back.

He made his presence known, the strong scent of lavender filling the air.

It was very brief. Theo gave the Dog a clear warning. Leave him and the Prototype alone. Or suffer the consequences. He, surprisingly, complied. He had earned his freedom, he had earned to live. Why kill someone who escaped, just like him? He was only given one request. Don't hurt them.

He couldn't promise that.

But he hoped that all would be forgiven in the end. As long as they never cross paths again.

He said it himself. What just god would kill someone with as much will as the Dog?

Not his.

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Sundae

Epilogue: And A Cherry On Top

(A Sun Dog Story)

3 months had passed. The found family had grown ever closer, never leaving each other's side. Wherever the Dog crawled, his crew would follow suit.

Ever since the 4 of them had come together, there had been a noticable change within the forest. The once barren woods were now brimming with life, and while nature would take its course, as it always does, coexistance between all creatures was somewhat of a possibility.

To the wildlife, the Dog was like an angel, sent to save those who had been preyed upon or abandoned. They no longer had to fear the men with guns, for the Dog would always come after them.

The town of Spielzeit had noticed this change, and many locals saw it as a blessing. Throughout those 3 months, many within the town had reported seeing many strange and bizarre creatures, most of whom frightened the town, even being blamed for strings of disappearances, the accusations of which were true.

The townsfolk believed the same would be true for their wildlife. It had been in a decline for some time, mainly due to illegal hunting. Yet, the wildlife thrived, and hunters have since been dwindling. And when they kept spotting a giant, orange dog in the woods, they assumed correctly that it was the reason. They eventually christened it:

The Sun Dog

It was night time. Dogday and the Sundae crew had set up camp. It was a busy day, Dogday had helped Ranger Angelo with an injured bear cub. It had been attacked by a small group of the Fae, bite marks had been covered all around it. It was lucky it survived.

He was the only one awake. He sat by the fire, humming a tune he heard a while back on a radio. It was a calm night, clear skies, crickets chirping. It was as picturesque as you could imagine.

The smell of lavender filled the air.

"Oh, hiya, Catnap! Finally awake from your nap, huh?"

NO. No. This wasn't some "friendly reunion", it couldn't be, as much as that voice wanted it to be. That thing killed his friends, it very nearly killed him. Whatever it wanted, it wouldn't be anything good.

"...I see you managed to escape as well. I applaud you. In all honesty, I hoped you would."

"What do you want? To finish me off properly? To finally catch your prey?"

"Oh, no. Nothing of the sort, heretic. I came to give you a warning."

"Oh, so now you care about my safety? I thought heretics were meant to suffer?"

"That's what I thought. But no just God would prolong the torture of one whose will is as great as yours. You earned your freedom, dog."

"....good to hear....so what are you here for?"

"You know full well that if I am here, so is he. And he doesn't take kindly to anyone who encroaches upon his territory. We have already given all of you what you want. Freedom. And all we ask now is to leave us be."

"...you just want to be left alone?"

"Yes. Leave us alone. Or there will be consequences."

"Understood. But I'd like to make a request, even if it isn't heard."

"Yes?"

"Don't hurt them. Or else."

They stared at each other for what felt like hours, the only sound being the crickets and wolves. And like smoke, the Cat disappeared.

The Dog layed down, staring at the stars, the three animals he called a family right beside him. And even then, the only company he had was himself. And while that night may have grown darker, he knew that a brighter morning was just around the corner.

(Story: Sundae. COMPLETE. Up Next: Purpureo Sub Caelo)

"Hey."

"Hi!"

"...I'm sorry."

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Sundae

Part 3: One Scoop Oreo

(A Sun Dog Story)

It had been only 3 days since the encounter with the mad hunter. The Neapolitan trio have had a safe trip through the woods. A suspiciously safe trip. There haven't been any sort of dangers in their way, no little ones, no violent animals...nothing.

They had made their last stop of the day, a huge oak tree. Strawberry and Chocolate began their new routine, with Strawberry climbing the tree, scouting above for any sort of danger, while Chocolate stayed on the ground, patrolling the area. Our scoop of vanilla, on the other hand, dealt with other matters, making the fire and making dinner for all of them.

The sun was starting to set, and with no clear danger in sight, the group gathered around the fire. Dogday had prepared a few fire-roasted apples for all of them.

"Another great meal by our resident chef! Thank you Picky!"

Those damn quotes. He should be thanking himself. She's been gone for a long time. He couldn't shut it up, not with the other two around....but why should he? The other two are around. He isn't alone. Rather, they weren't alone.

A rustling was heard in the tree above, and all three were prepared. They knew how to deal with the little ones by now. It slowly peered its head from out of the leaves. It was just a little possum. It must've just woken up, given how it didn't seem to notice the three below.

It wasn't bothering them, so they wouldn't bother it. It sat on the branch above them, still somewhat tired. It seems the three below had a guest for that evening. No bother to them though, all were welcome if they had no ill will. And before they knew it, the three were asleep.

Later that night, all was quiet. The possum hadn't left the tree, it was looking like it'd stay there all night. It was the only one up there. And seeing some new faces intrigued it, somewhat. It didn't know whether or not to go down there, it didn't know if they were to be trusted.

It was then that the possum heard a strange noise. A giggle. It stood up, not sure whether it was a predator or something else. Regardless, the stress was enough to make it play possum, sending it falling.

It landed right on top of the dog, jolting him awake, along with the others. As soon as he noticed the supposed corpse, he tried his best to save it. At least, he did, before he realized that something had to do that to the poor thing. And it was right behind them.

A large swarm of the little ones, giggling with sadistic glee, covered in fresh gore. The only barrier between them being their campfire. The three were lucky. They needed fuel.

It lasted for about 30 minutes. Sure, the little ones were small. Sure, they were made of felt and fabric. But they had relatively great strength for their stature. But, again, they were made of felt and fabric.

The possum had bore witness to the entire ordeal. In its little brain, it had made its decision.

"Friend."

The fire grew quite big, luckily not enough to start a forest fire. Dogday went to check on the possum. He had feared the worst. He wasn't taught much about possums. He had strangely never heard the phrase "playing dead", so he really did think the poor thing was on its last legs.

As he approached the "corpse", it sprang back to life, as alive and chipper as it could be.

"...Man, am I glad you're okay."

It crawled over to Dogday, rubbing its head against his waist. Strawberry yipped with joy. A new friend had joined the party!

"Now what am I going to call you?....oh! How about Oreo! Only other ice cream flavor I know, hehe. And hey, you're grey, so it fits, right?"

The possum nuzzled him more, mustering what could be considered a smile. And, giving a big yawn, went right back to sleep. Good idea, little guy.

And so, yet another night loomed over the group, and hopefully, it would now be a safe one.

They don't know it now, but this was a new beginning. The 4 of them were now a family.

His friends would be so proud.

"Isn't it great to have friends?"

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Spielzeit Bestiary #5: The Marching Hare

In the town of Spielzeit, festivals and holidays are all the rage. When one comes along, this sleepy town wakes up! Even birthday parties are met with the same love and care as Christmas and Halloween. And it is during birthday parties that a certain creature is said to make an appearance.

The Marching Hare, sometimes known as the Birthday Bunny, is described as being a hare or rabbit the size of a human toddler, with pale blonde fur and pitch black eyes. It's strangest characteristic that many claim is that it carries two cymbals, banging them together as it marches, hence its name.

Now, as for its other name, most, if not all of its sightings have been at birthday parties. From there, every description of an encounter with the Marching Hare plays as follows. Partygoers see the Hare in the distance and it starts marching towards them. As it does, it makes strange noises, to the tune of "Happy Birthday". And once it makes it to the party, it leaves a gift, usually a pinecone or piece of fruit, and then marches away, leaving everyone involved confused.

Children, in particular, have taken a liking to the Hare, and have since made a little tradition for their birthday parties. They have a gift on hand for the Hare itself, in case it ever shows up.

Susan Reed, a mother of two, spoke of an encounter with the Hare that occured on her youngest's 5th birthday.

"We had the festivities set up, and everyone was having a great time. Charlotte was so excited, she really believed that this thing would show up and bring her a gift, it was so sweet. I helped her prepare her gift for the Hare, a little thank you card. I don't know if it was watching us the whole time or what, but as soon as we lit the candles on the cake, there it was, about 10 feet away from us. I couldn't believe my eyes, Charlotte was screaming from joy. It marched its way over and placed a pinecone in front of us. Charlotte just walked up to the thing like she knew it and handed it the card. I could have sworn I saw it shed a tear. And it just marched away, like nothing happened. Charlotte still has that pinecone. I've never seen my little girl so happy."

Ranger Angelo Floros has said this in regards to the existence of the Hare.

"What? You think I'd try and find some Holiday figure? Well I did, and you know? He's a really nice guy. Kids, if you're listening, please, have a great birthday, and if he does show up, just being happy for what you have is the greatest gift he could give you. Now who wants cake?"

So, is there a Marching Hare, celebrating birthdays in Spielzeit? Why not? We have the Easter Bunny, after all.

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Sundae

Part 2: One Scoop Chocolate

(A Sun Dog Story)

It had been a week since he had met the kit. Over that week, the two had formed an inseperable bond. They helped each other out, she would scout the area and alert him of any dangers. She was so good he couldn't count how many run ins with the little ones he had already avoided. In return, all she wanted was his love. And food, but mainly love.

"Hey guys, I think our new friend is lightening up a bit!"

That day, it had been awfully quiet. No birds singing, no crickets chirping, not even the buzzing of flies. All the two heard were the shuffling of leaves and twigs as he crawled around. He suddenly stopped, setting the kit down right in front of him. He looked in the distance, almost as though he was in a trance. When all of a sudden, he spoke.

"You know, it's a bit sad. You've been by my side for a bit, possibly will be there til we both reach our end. And I still haven't given you a name."

She tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, you know, a name....who am I kidding, you wouldn't know, you"re just a pup. Have I even told you my name?"

They both stood in silence before she tilted her head the other way. He chuckled a bit.

"Well then, I'll give each other introductions then. My name is......Dogday. And you...hmm, let's see. You're small, you're red....Bobby? No, no, you aren't a bear, but you've got the smile down. Hmm...I'll have to think about tha-"

BANG!

A gunshot destroyed the silence, the fox and the hound were both startled. But he knew there shouldn't be any gunshots, not in these woods. Signs were plastered everywhere, "NO HUNTING." Someone was out there, and they weren't following the rules.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the distance. The little ones, yet again? No, this sounded bigger, faster. Closer. Closer. And there it was, running their way, a young deer, couldn't be anymore than 5 months old. It didn't notice the two canines as it ran past, hiding itself behind a tree, and they followed suit.

Not far behind it was the culprit. Older fellow, very well kept. But he had that look in his eyes, he wasn't all there. He kept giggling, like this was a game, like it was fun. But come on, he couldn't be that depraved, right?

"Come on out, you little coward! If I get you that'll make my count 13, and that's just today's tally!"

(Fun fact: narrators hate it when they're wrong)

Dogday could hear every psychotic thing this man had to say. He was making this forest a waking nightmare for every creature here. And he despised that.

"Stay here, please. I'm about to teach him a lesson."

He crawled as silently as he could, just until he could get right behind the hunter. And then, when the moment was right....YANK! He pulled him to the ground, right at his level. The hunter was shocked, what did that to him? His answer was right there, inches away from his face. He couldn't even muster a scream.

"Leave. Never come back. Or I will do to you...what was done to me."

The hunter sat there in a mixture of fear and confusion, even after the dog had gotten off of his lap. He took one quick glimpse at his torso. The buttons clicked.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"

He ran off like a scared animal. Good.

He crawled his way over to the tree to see if the deer was still there. Lo and behold, there it was, laying next to the kit. Seeing as they were all stressed, he knew what he had to do. He took one deep breath in, and one, long, relaxing breath out. It was at that moment, in the vanilla clouds, that he had an epiphany.

"So, it looks like we have another one joining us, huh kid? Well, lucky for the both of you, I've figured out what I'm going to call the both of you!"

He picked up the kit, "I think Strawberry's a good name for you, you sweet, red little thing." She yipped and barked in glee.

He then crawled over to the deer, slowly and gently placing his hand on its head, "As for you, I'm calling you Chocolate." It put its head on his, its tail slowly wagging.

It was getting late, but where they were was comfortable as is. They all huddled together in front of a makeshift fire, and another night went by. A safe night, all together.

"Oh, hey you! Come on, there's always more than enough room for another friend!"

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Purpureo Sub Caelo

Epilogue: Amare

(A Grinning Cat Story)

It was the morning after. Or, rather, the afternoon. The sun reached its peak, bathing the Cat in its light, awaking him from his slumber. It was one of the best he had in quite some time, despite his injuries. Of that matter, they strangely felt healed, no sort of pain coursed through Theo.

He felt where that thing slashed his chest. Sealed, no blood, no cut. In it's place, tightly knit thread, royal purple. He then noticed there was a rather big blanket covering him. This was getting weird.

"Meine güte, you're awake!"

A voice cried out, soft and caring in tone. And then he saw her. She was an old woman, oldest that Theo had ever seen. She walked over to him cautiously.

"Thank the stars you made it. I had not stitched in some time, I thought it would break almost immediately."

Theo was filled with both confusion and comfort. This woman just saw a giant cat bleeding profusely on the ground and just decided "let me help you"? Was she crazy?

"...you did a good job..."

She slightly jumped, staring Theo in the eyes before regaining her composure.

"Oh, you speak? That's wunderbar! If you speak then you must have a name, yes?"

Theo couldn't comprehend it. Was this lady insane? Anyone of sound mind and body would be properly frightened by him, at least that's what he thought. She was handling this situation like she had been used to things like him.

"...my name is Theodore, ma'am..."

"Oh, and so polite too! My name is Berta, dear. Now we know each other."

Her smile was so...so genuine, so heartfelt. This lady was cartoonishly kind. But this was probably what Theo needed. Something sickeningly sweet.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Berta. Thank you for healing me."

"Oh, please, don't worry about that, Herr Theodore. Did you enjoy your rest?"

"....Yes."

"That is splendid news!"

Berta walked over to some bushes. They were filled with a menagerie of berries and other fruits, as were the trees around them. Theo had stumbled upon Spielzeit's Fruit Basket, meaning he was incredibly close to town. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

As he watched Berta pick the berries, he noticed a long shape crawling just behind the bush. PJ Pug-a-pillar, one of the "Hybrids" of the Fruit Basket, was about to make a victim out of the old lady. Not on Theo's watch.

He sprang up and ran up to Berta. She couldn't see the hybrid from where she stood, but Theo could. PJ was frozen in fear, it seems he hadn't realized that the Prototype's right hand was out there with all of them. And with just a threat of his claws, still shining, PJ scurried off.

"Is something the matter, dear?"

"No. I just wanted to watch."

"Oh, that's just precious! Seems you're a bit too late though, little kätzchen, I've gotten all I need. I hope you like strawberries!"

Theo was taken aback. Was she picking those for him? Admittedly, he was a bit hungry.

"...I do like those."

"Prächtig! I'll send these over to Ms. Puntz, she can make a strawberry tart like there's no tomorrow! Come, I'll show you to my place, we can't have you out in the open all day now can we?"

Yep. This lady was crazy. But, regardless, a home is a home. It wasn't a very long walk, only about 4 minutes from the Basket. It was a lone cottage, disconnected by the town only by having no passageway. It was huge, too big for just 1 old lady. She had to have had family there.

"Go right in, make yourself comfortable. I'll be back within the hour with those tarts. Tata!"

And with that, she left. For an old lady, she had quite a bit of energy. It was like she never grew up. Being with her reminded Theo of the kids at Playcare, at least the ones who actually liked him. They had that energy, that spunk. He could hear their voices as clear as day.

"Catnap?"

"Catnap, is that you?"

"Mr. Theo?"

"Thank goodness you're alive!"

They weren't in his head.

(PURPUREO SUB CAELO: COMPLETE

NEXT STORY: CANDLES)

(EDIT AFTER DAY 1 BECAUSE I'M A DUMB DUMB: The idea for Old Lady Berta as a part of the story and as a character originated from @abugcalledtoken. I posted this at, like, 3 AM last night and forgot to give creds ;_;)

(BONUS: CATNAP DRAWING UNDER CUT! -JY)

(I don't really draw all that much, so apologies if it doesn't look all that good, but here's a doodle of how Catnap looks as of the end of this story! Will doodle more designs later ^^. Thank y'all for readin' :3. - JY)

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[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #9: The Patchwork Boogeyman

"Oh dear children, tucked in tight

Who may hear this tale on the darkest of nights

Listen closely, as best as you can

For this is the tale of the Patchwork Boogeyman

Out in the woods, there's a great big tree

As tall and as wide as it can possibly be

This big tree is where the boogeyman lives

And it has decorated it nicely with animal skins

Animal skins, and some human skins too

It takes great pleasure in what it can do

As for what it looks like, well

Let's just say it is from the depths of hell

As tall as a giraffe, as big as a bear

With arms and legs and eyes everywhere

With claws and fangs and lots of toys

Oh yes, the toys of little girls and boys

It takes them after its had its meal

It really loves to hear them squeal

It's what they get for staying up late

Staying up late is what seals their fate

So little children, tucked in bed

Please remember what I have read

For if you choose to ignore me instead

Then you will wake up freshly dead."

"...such an eerie little poem. And for what, to get kids to sleep early?"

"Not just that. To keep them from wandering too far. Whoever wrote this must have seen it..."

"Seen what-...no. That thing isn't out there too, is it?"

"..."

"...Well fuck!"

(THANK YOU TO @abugcalledtoken FOR THE IDEA FOR THIS CRYPTID. LOVE ME SOME BOOGEYMEN)

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[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Purpureo Sub Caelo

Sermon 2: Dubium

(A Grinning Cat Story)

Why? That was the question that haunted his mind since that night. Why did he let him live? But why would his god want him dead? Cain killed his brother not because God told him to, but in envy of God's blessings to Abel. His god told him to kill the Dog, already beaten and broken by his hand. In a situation like his, a righteous and loving being, as he believed the Prototype to be, would spare him for overcoming such great lengths.

So why? What would the Dog do to warrant his death? If it was for his heresy, then maybe. The others went against him, and they met their end, so why not the Dog? But, the Dog...Dogday. Dogday cared about Theo. They were kindred spirits, yet different all the same. While the others played their roles to a tee, like they were born to be them, he and Dogday were aware. Aware of their circumstance, their pain. But while Theo went to the Prototype for solace, Dogday kept smiling. He was optimistic, but not because he had to be, but because he earnestly knew things would get better. Maybe that's why he left him to suffer, made him watch as everyone he loved die, left him to rot. Like Cain unto Abel. Why would the sun shine where light doesn't exist?

Yet, there was light.

And that oddly made Theo happy. He only really wanted freedom for all. But his god couldn't have heretics, he was told that they were as bad as the doctors, as bad as the company. If they didn't want to leave, not give his god a chance? Then why suffer in that material Hell any longer? Why? Why, that question, that word, it wouldn't get out. And it asked, more and more, again and again.

Why did you kill them?

Why did you follow it?

Why did you love it so?

Why do you feel guilt?

Why.

Do.

You.

Hate.

Yourself?

And suddenly, like a leaf in the wind, the word blew away. There was someone else there, in the distance. A man in green, a big hat on his head. He just stood there. He looked familiar.

Theo slowly walked toward the man. A brave one, this one, he didn't run, he didn't shoot. He didn't even scream. He just stood. They were face to face now.

"Theo. How's life been treating you?"

The guard. Now he knew, he survived! The one who "called in sick". Fate is a strange thing.

"....it has been fine, sir. Why are you here?"

"I could ask the same thing, stretch. I'm the ranger around here. And I've heard that a couple of people have been hurt in these woods. A few of them with claw marks. Care to explain?"

"...he told me that if anyone came near us, give them a warning-"

"A warning?! Some of those people are dead, Theodore! What have they done?!"

"I DON'T KNOW!....I-I don't know....I was just doing as he instructed..."

"And is he still out there?..."

"Yes..."

"That's all I needed to hear. Theo. I hope things will get better."

Angelo walked off, as casually as a morning stroll. Theo could only watch as he got smaller and smaller, eventually blending in with the green all around him.

What did they do? The only reason they killed some families that day was because they openly supported that godforsaken factory. They were blind to the horrors underneath their very feet, and they had to be punished for their blissful ignorance. These people in the woods looked to have no knowledge of the place, so why bother?

He walked back to his god's oak. There were more bodies now, all without their skin. All human. Some a lot shorter than the others.

"Why?..."

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[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #6: The Grinning Cat

[DISCLAIMER: BEFORE READING ANY FURTHER, PLEASE NOTE THAT WHILE THE EXISTENCE OF THIS CRYPTID, LIKE OTHERS, IS DEBATABLE, THE EXPERIENCES AND PAIN DESCRIBED ARE REAL. DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, GO INTO THE SPIELZEIT WOODS AT NIGHT.]

In the year 1865, Lewis Carrol published Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Amongst the kooky cast of characters in Wonderland, one has stood out as the definitive image of this weird dreamscape: The Cheshire Cat. With deep purple fur and a gigantic grin, this mischievous feline has captured (and boggled) the minds of many. But, in the sleepy town of Spielzeit, they have their own Cheshire Cat. But it isn't what many would hope it would be.

The Grinning Cat. One of, if not THE most elusive cryptid said to wander Spielzeit's woods. Its commonly described physical characteristics are eerily similar to that of the Cheshire Cat. It is big, about 12-15 feet in height, 6 feet in length, with deep purple fur, glowing white eyes, and the most distinct feature, a great, big smile.

Strangely, many other features of this being are greatly varied depending on who you ask. Some say it is skinny, down to the bone, some say it has quills, some say it has fangs, some don't. But regardless, one other thing is common, and that is its supposed ability to put people to sleep.

Every single encounter with the Grinning Cat, from those who live to tell the tale, have always ended with them suddenly passing out, and then waking up in town, deep scratches all over their bodies. In some cases, these wounds have led to hospitalization, and even death.

One witness, Mr. Ronald Gates, a member of the Spielzeit forest rangers, told his story.

"I was called in due a bear sighting. Now, it was close to our town, and while we love the animals here it's still a huge risk to have a bear near anyone's house. So I go out to see if there were any signs of a bear, or at the very least, cubs. That's when I saw them, these prints, way too big to be a bear's. I had no idea what they were, but they led somewhere, maybe this is what I was called to do. I follow the trail, and it just stops at this big tree, had these huge punctures on them. And then I see it. This big cat, just laying on the branches, staring at me. I will never forget its face. Those eyes, that smile. You know, that thing talks, right? At least it did to me. Had a voice like the devil. It jumps down, its face literally inches from mine. It only said one thing. 'Leave.' And before I know it, I'm back in my cabin with a big cut on my chest. I know what I saw, and I hope to god no one else will have to see that thing too."

Ranger Angelo Floros refused to give comment.

If you or a loved one lives in or is planning to visit Spielzeit, never go into the woods at night. You'll never know if you'll see a smiling face in the darkness.

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[cryptids-of-spielzeit]

Spielzeit Bestiary #4: The Hybrids

Amongst the trees and bushes near and in the town of Spielzeit, one thing many will surely find are bugs. Love them or hate them, they are a part of Spielzeit's ecosystem. But, there are two bugs that might get under your skin.

The Hybrids, Käferhund and Käferkatze, are two cryptids said to frequent the so-called "Fruit Basket" area of Spielzeit. Those who come to the fruit trees to try and get their fill may encounter these two creepy crawlies.

Käferhund is claimed to be around 8-10 feet long, with fur a deep shade of blue, and the face of a common pug. The big distinction? According to eyewitnesses, it has the body of a centipede, and the proportionate speed to boot.

Käferkatze, on the otherhand, is said to be relatively small, about the size of a human infant. It is said to be a cat with yellow and black fur, small insectoid wings, and a long stinger, estimated to be about 2 feet long.

Both are claimed to be highly territorial about the fruit trees, and most of the time are seen together, working in tandem. One witness was local baker Annie Puntz, who said she saw both of the Hybrids feasting upon the cherry tree she had been growing for some time.

"It was time for them to be picked. I was going to make my special cherry danishes that everyone loves. I go to the Fruit Basket and there, in my tree, I see these two weird things moving around. I had a rake on me, and I was ready to get those things out, but then I got a closer look and I just stood there in shock. It was a dog and cat, but they were wrong! So incredibly wrong. And they were just chowing down on my cherries! They most likely heard my shriek, because they turned to look at me. As soon as they did, I hightailed it out of there! Never got those fresh cherries, had to settle for maraschinos."

Ranger Angelo Floros, upon recieving many complaints about pests in the Fruit Basket, made a search throughout the entire area.

"I frequent the Fruit Basket a lot, and this is the first time I've heard of any 'hybrids' munching on everyone's fruit. My team and I looked in every tree, some squirrels, sure, but no weird, bug things. But, in any case, please be prepared when going to the Fruit Basket, bring repellent, a rake, anything that could ward off unwanted animal life. But remember, don't harm any of them. Happy picking!"

Are there hybrid bug-mammals lurking in Spielzeit's fruit trees? Maybe. Do you believe?

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