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The advisory was nothing but a joke. Since the Burrowgatory-wide warning, buns have mostly kept to themselves once nighttime rolled around. Those who frequented the usual late night haunts were nowhere to be seen with naught but worried whispers on the wind. This was a new, uncertain time for Succubuns and Cherubuns alike. It wasn’t the Burrowgatory that Athos had come to know. Faces he grew accustomed to seeing no longer seemed to pop up at familiar hangout spots. Gazes shifted with...

Rarely did Philos make their way to Burrowgatory proper. The comfort of the Heavenly Embassy was preferable and the Cherubuns there, familiar. They were not brave enough to endure the newness of the world outside their enclave even though they had left the meadow now for quite some time. They handled Succubuns visiting the Embassy, on their turf, than the other way around. Their acclimation was slower than most other Cherubuns and needed constant encouragement to explore the world around them...

Imps were wonderful, silly little creatures. With their snell, Monsieur Morne, in their hands, the Gluttony bun smiled ever so dreamily. "Would you like to hear how I ended up with you all, Monsieur? Why, it's but a lovely tale really... and you have Coronis to thank for it too, you know." They recall with their dreamy lilt, their thoughts drifting back to their past.  - Some while ago, Marmalade dragged Coronis along to visit the Imporium. The Greed bun tried digging his hoove...

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...