How to Slay Abyss Monsters in a Frilly Dress
Language: en
I am a certified, terminally reclusive college student. My personal philosophy on survival has always been simple: as long as I stay inside my four walls, the world and its bullshit can’t find me. That golden rule held up right until a winged pink puffball shattered my third-story dorm window. The creature—which initially introduced itself as "Bubbles" before switching to the gravelly, cigarette-and-diesel baritone of a Midwestern trucker—proceeded to force a rhinestone-encrusted plastic wand into my palm. Apparently, the multiverse was teetering on the brink of total collapse. And…