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An old tale states that the Enigmas, the starters of this monstery universe, may just happen to live somewhere in our forests. In the human world and ours.

But who knows, they might be hiding out in our cities and even amongst the humans.

A cottage far off into the mushroom forests, the mushrooms around being famous for their toxic spores, emited once every day or so. Needless to say, the forest was foggy, the rain wasn't mixing well with the deadly toxins. Only the poisonous monsters bothered to venture into the forest into the first place. 

Or so, the outsiders presumed.

Because this cottage was not owned by a poisonous monster. 

A stumble came from the creatures paws, a bear-like cryptid following closely behind. The two rushed into the cottage, slamming the door after the last one in. The smaller cryptid rushing to the fireplace and clacking a Flint and Stone together at a rapid pace, the fire starting up. The Bear Cryptid shuffled itself towards what looked like the kitchen counter, unraveling a rope around a burlap sack, a couple mushrooms falling out from the sack onto the counter. 

A couple Deadly Dapperling mushrooms fell out onto the counter, the Beige Bear putting on gloves and them popping them into a pot. ❝ Vix, I trust you, but are you sure these are safe to eat? For you at least, Because y'know, these are bad for me.❞  " Don't worry too much about it Pom, you KNOW how weird my species is."  Vix, the cryptid accompanying the Bear stood up and stepped away from the fireplace to look at the pot containing the deadly mushrooms. ❝ Just saying, When i'm dead, don't cry.❞ " C'mon, My other friend couldn't help out today! And you're the only person who knows this much about my species, Besides, I gave you a gas mask, what more do you want from meeee!!!"  Vix fiddled with the spoon they were going to use to mix the poisonous mushrooms, the spices, and the now simmering water. 

" Anyways, Can you put on that gas mask?? I've wanna stir the soup."  ❝ Fine. ❞

" Woo!"  Vix ran over to their stepping stool, hurredly scraping the wooden stool against the floor and up against the counter, pulling the lid off the pot. The wooden spoon softly tapped against the metal, Vix lifting the spoon out of the pot and pulling it close to their lips, taking a small sip. (how unsanitary!!! >:( )) " Pom do you have the salt?? It needs a little bit of that."  Pom stepped over to her small friend, handing over the saltshaker. 

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Tried to make this one a little bit longer 

because i haven't updated in two days

sorry about that btw