With Skully
The morning light barely touched the walls of Skully’s room, yet he was wide awake, staring at the clock. It was already 9:30 a.m., and he sighed, feeling the weight of his exhaustion. He had barely escaped the clutches of the Magna and Magma Corps, and the journey to Beatrice's castle had left him too drained to sleep properly. Yet, there was no time to waste. Beatrice would want them up and ready soon enough.
He lazily pulled on his Santa Claus suit, adjusting the top hat that made his skeleton frame look even more ridiculous than usual. "Well, at least I look festive," he muttered, shaking his bony head before stepping out of his room and into the hallway.
With Frosty
Frosty, on the other hand, had a much more energetic start to his day. He woke up feeling more refreshed than the day before, though his bed had suffered a small mishap due to the heat he inadvertently generated during his sleep. With a flick of his ice powers, he froze the wet spot dry, his magic leaving a glimmering frost trail as he stood up.
He slipped into his usual white suit and top hat, feeling both stylish and ready to tackle whatever Beatrice had in store. With a smile, he opened the door and headed toward the kitchen.
Both Heading to the Kitchen
Skully and Frosty met in the hallway and, without exchanging a word, made their way to the kitchen for some much-needed coffee. As they entered, they both paused in confusion, spotting Omega Man lying unconscious on the floor.
"Another one of Beatrice's training targets?" Frosty wondered, raising an eyebrow as he filled his cup with coffee. Skully nodded absently, not even considering the peculiar sight before him as he poured his own. Neither of them realized the coffee was laced with Whiterin, the powerful sugar that Beatrice loved to use to fuel her mornings.
Without hesitation, both took a sip, unaware of the effects that would soon come crashing down on them.
The Running
Almost immediately, Frosty and Skully's eyes widened. Frosty felt a surge of energy unlike anything he’d experienced before. He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye as he began to move. His feet barely touched the floor as he dashed across the room, leaving a trail of ice behind him. Skully, too, was zipping around in hyper-speed, his bony frame crashing into walls and furniture with each high-speed turn.
The two tore through the castle, racing through every room, leaving destruction in their wake. The ice marks left by Frosty decorated the floors and walls, while Skully's bones shattered and scattered across the halls. They were a blur of chaotic energy—until, suddenly, Beatrice appeared in front of them.
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With a swift flick of her finger, she erased the effects of the Whiterin from both of them.
"ENOUGH!" she shouted, her voice echoing with the authority only a princess could command. "CLEAN MY CASTLE NOW!"
The two halted instantly, the frenzy draining from their bodies as they nodded in unison. "Right away, Princess," Skully mumbled, his voice dripping with exhaustion. Frosty, still a bit disoriented, gave a sheepish smile. "Guess we overdid it..."
As the two raced off to clean the castle, Beatrice returned to the kitchen, her gaze falling back on Rookie, who was still glued to his GrimoPhone, oblivious to the chaos around him.
After a While...
Around 10:30 a.m., Omega Man finally began to stir. He groaned, rubbing his temples, and looked around, confused. How had he ended up unconscious on the floor? He couldn’t remember. Beatrice’s quick baseball bat attack had hit him so fast, his mind had barely registered it before everything went black.
He took in his surroundings, noticing the disarray, and then focused on his own body. To his astonishment, it was completely healed. No more burns, no more skeletal remains—he was whole again.
His mind raced. “How did she…? How is she so strong?” He muttered to himself, sitting in one of the chairs. His thoughts drifted to Beatrice’s power—how she had casually defeated him with two bullets, only to heal him just as easily. How had she done it? He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that there was more to Beatrice than her carefree, playful demeanor.
He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice Skully and Frosty cleaning the mess they’d made during their Whiterin induced rampage. The two worked quietly, exchanging the occasional glance as they wiped away ice and bones, but neither acknowledged Omega Man’s presence.
By 11:00 a.m., the castle was almost spotless. Frosty and Skully wandered into the kitchen, exhausted but pleased with their efforts. Omega Man looked at them curiously, a strange sense of familiarity settling in his gut, but he quickly dismissed it. There are hundreds of skeletons and snowmen in this world, he reasoned.
Training Time
As Frosty and Skully entered the kitchen, they looked expectantly at Beatrice, ready to start their training. Beatrice glanced at the time, then gestured with a lazy flick of her finger.
“It’s time to begin your unique training session,” she said, her voice filled with a blend of amusement and boredom.
Without waiting for their responses, Beatrice turned and headed toward the door. Rookie, still absorbed in his phone, barely noticed the shift in the room.
“Come on, guys,” Beatrice called as she walked outside. “Follow me.”
Rookie looked up just in time to see Beatrice, Frosty, and Skully leaving the castle. Shrugging, he tucked his GrimoPhone away and followed them.
The Castle and Walk to Training...
Once outside, Beatrice raised her hand and, with a quick incantation, made the castle vanish from sight. Her hair shimmered as she performed the spell, turning the entire structure invisible to anyone but her. She then created an invisible force field around the group.
“The castle will be hidden from anyone else, and if anyone tries to get close,” Beatrice said casually, “they’ll be disintegrated instantly.”
Frosty and Skully exchanged nervous glances. “That’s… comforting,” Frosty muttered.
Beatrice turned, nodding toward the forest. “Come on. Time to train.”
With that, they set off, ready for whatever strange and chaotic training session Beatrice had in mind.