Beatrice slept soundly in her bed, snoring softly, utterly indifferent to the world beyond her castle walls. Her superior senses, honed through magic, could detect sounds from miles away, but tonight, she decided to disable them. With a wave of her hand, the magic muffled everything beyond her bedchamber, allowing her to rest in blissful ignorance. Not even the distant sounds of chaos would disturb her slumber.

In the castle, things were much the same for Rookie, Frosty, and Skully. They, too, were fast asleep, content in their own worlds. As a gingerbread man, Rookie didn’t have the heightened senses of Beatrice, and though Frosty and Skully could hear things, their sleepy, mechanical natures kept them from noticing anything out of the ordinary. When strange noises echoed from the forest—sounds of someone fighting the remaining bloodkillers—they paid them no mind. Skully, with his bone headphones, and Frosty, wearing ice headphones, continued to sleep without a care.

But Rookie wasn’t like them. A faint noise stirred him from his slumber. The sounds of battle, distant but unmistakable, made him uneasy. He thought about ignoring it, but the noise lingered, eventually stopping abruptly. "What was that?" Rookie muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. He got out of bed, confused and slightly concerned, and checked the rooms around the castle. Seeing nothing, he wondered if it was his imagination playing tricks on him.

Just as he was about to return to his bedroom, a knock came at the door.

Rookie froze. Should he open it? He crept cautiously toward the door, peeking through the keyhole. He saw a burned skeletal figure slumped at the threshold. The sight made his heart race. Rookie wasn’t sure who or what it was, but the figure’s dire condition was unmistakable. This was someone who needed help, and he was the only one awake.

With a sigh, Rookie opened the door. As soon as he did, the burned body fell in a heap, revealing the skeletal remains of Omega Man—though Rookie had no idea who he was. The sight shocked him, but he quickly stifled his scream, covering his mouth with his cookie hand.

The figure needed help, but Rookie knew his own limitations. As a cookie, there was little he could do. Even with his new powers, he couldn’t control them, and he’d need Beatrice’s guidance to truly understand them. And Frosty or Skully? They wouldn’t be of any use. In fact, he could already hear Skully and Frosty suggesting, in their own way, that they should dispose of the body instead. No, it was better to wake Beatrice. She always solved things, after all.

Rookie dashed to Beatrice’s room, his mind racing. He tried calling her name, but she didn’t respond—her magic still in effect. Desperate, he tried different methods to rouse her.

He threw a flower at her. Nothing.

He tried to toss a chair over her. The chair simply returned to its original position, as if resisting him.

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He even attempted to throw water at her, but the liquid vanished before it could reach her.

Then, in a moment of desperation, Rookie made a decision he would later regret.

He tickled Beatrice with his cookie hands. A soft laugh escaped her, but she didn’t stir. He tried again, his hands moving over her body in search of a reaction. And then, in his panic and confusion, he made a wrong move—one that sent shockwaves through him and Beatrice. His hand brushed against her special parts, causing her to jolt awake with a slap that sent Rookie flying across the room.

Beatrice shot up, her eyes flashing with irritation as she tossed Rookie aside. "What is it?" she demanded, still groggy from sleep.

"There's... there's a burned skeletal human outside! He needs help!" Rookie stammered.

Beatrice, clearly not in the mood, glanced at him with a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. "I don't want to get up," she muttered, her mind still clouded by sleep.

But Rookie was persistent. "Please, Beatrice! You’re the only one who can help!"

With a sigh, Beatrice finally relented. "Fine. Show me."

Together, they walked to the front door of the castle. When Beatrice laid eyes on the burned figure of Omega Man, her face shifted. She recognized him immediately, not just by his skeletal form, but by the two bullets she had shot into him. A faint smile crossed her lips, a touch of amusement flickering in her gaze.

But that amusement quickly faded. "This is going to be a problem if anyone finds him," Beatrice muttered to herself. She summoned a baseball bat with a flick of her wrist and, to Rookie’s shock, began swinging it at Omega Man’s body, intending to finish him off. Each blow crackled with her chaotic magic, leaving her confident he was done for

The bullets inside Omega Man’s body began emerging from his burned skin for the constantly slamming of Beatice baseball However, something strange happened, The chaotic energy from her blows somehow activated a bizarre reaction, rejuvenating his decaying body with each strike. Beatrice, oblivious to this unintended consequence, simply tossed the bat aside. "That should do it," she said casually, unaware that her "finishing touch" had unwittingly set a resurrection in motion. The chaotic energy from the magic of her started to work, rejuvenating his body in a way that left even Beatrice momentarily stunned.

She paused, her brow furrowing in surprise. “I... didn’t know it would work like this,” she muttered to herself. But then, with a casual shrug, she turned to Rookie, her voice smooth and confident. “Of course I meant to do this. A good magician always breaks expectations.”

Rookie, still processing what he had just witnessed, was left speechless. Beatrice had already grabbed the two bullets and tucked them away, ready to explain their significance when she had time. "I’ll explain how these work later—during your training," she said, her tone breezy, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

With a flick of her hand, she made the baseball bat vanish. “He’ll be better by morning,” she assured Rookie, who still looked uncertain. “And if not, well, the trash bag could always come in handy,” she added with a wicked smile.

Rookie nodded, although doubts lingered in his mind. He trusted Beatrice, of course, but part of him couldn’t help but wonder if everything would truly be okay.

Beatrice was already heading back to her room, leaving Rookie to wonder if he had done the right thing. As she disappeared into the shadows, Rookie followed suit, retreating to his own room. His thoughts were a whirlwind, but for now, he trusted Beatrice’s word. With a final sigh, he went to sleep, hoping the morning would bring clarity.