Sometime in the near future...
The girl scouts is a dying organization! After all, who wants to buy girl scout cookies when, nowadays, Amazon drones can deliver any pastry your heart desires to your front door in seconds? All things considered, it's an aniquated business model, kept around only because it's considered a staple of American culture. Culture doesn't pay the bills, though, so the higher-ups of the organization have recently been desperately trying to figure out new revenue streams. In the process, a few very strange changes have taken place.
Many of the scouts are being instructed to sell cookies specifically in strange, creepy areas, where anthros and other strange folk are known to live. With this change, these cookie drives have become... well, disasters, to put it frankly. Last year, a vast majority of the scouts who participated mysteriously disappeared, never to be seen again. Notably, for every scout that disappears, a very large sum of money is 'donated' by anonymous benefactors. Indeed, it seems that the organization has resorted to selling something other than cookies...
Not like you knew anything about that! The organization had cleverly kept their involvement in such things covered up. As far as you knew, you were just going to have a regular day selling a few delicious cookies! Of course, you only had one concern; Heart Avenue, the little street tucked away in the most hidden-away section of your neighborhood. That was where all the strange folk lived, and your parents wanted you to stay far away from there... but the scout organization very strongly reccomended you sell there!
You decide to try selling cookies on the other streets first... and find your naive enthusiasm for selling cookies dashed! Not a single person in your neighborhood actually seemed to be interested in buying any cookies! Some people you know bought some cookies just to humor you, but they hardly helped. By the end of the hour, your legs were sore, your heart was broken, and your wagon was still almost entirely full! If you wanted to have any hope of selling these cookies, you were going to have to resort to desperate measures...
You had to walk through a forested area, pass over some railroad tracks, walk by some creepy abandoned houses, pass a ton of empty lots, before finally, finally making it to Heart Avenue. The entire street had a creepy atmosphere to it, and you couldn't help but shiver a bit as you walked down the sidewalk. Unlike the rest of the neighborhood, you didn't hear any birds chirping, friends lauging or dogs barking. All you could hear was the creepy creaking of your wagon wheels as you pulled it down the sidewalk.
The houses here all looked way older than the rest of the neighborhood, with cracked windows and chipped paint. Their yards were all messy, covered in strange debris, and looked like they had never been mowed. The street ended in a little cul-de-sac, at the end of which, a huge, out-of-place, Victorian-looking mansion waited. Why in the world would the people on this street want to buy scout cookies? You had no idea, but it's what was recommended, so you had to give it a shot.
You decide to start with one of the houses at the start of the street, mostly because the ones near the cul-de-sac creeped you out. You eventually walk up to the house of a...
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