When Beatrice was about to have Rookie begin his "training," she noticed it was tea time (3 o’clock). Without a second thought, she abandoned the scene, leaving everyone standing there as she sauntered off to her castle, completely ignoring them.
The Cookmpanions
Omega Man, snapping out of his trance from slaughtering an elf, called to the others. Together with Rookie, Frosty, and Skully, they trailed behind her, assuming the "training" would continue at the castle. But their march came to an abrupt halt as they saw Beatrice deactivate the castle's barrier and begin preparing tea, her actions void of any acknowledgment of their existence.
The group hesitated to interrupt her, but before anyone could muster the courage to speak, Beatrice casually turned them all into cookies with a wave of her hand. Only Rookie was spared, though now trembling as his companions—Skully as a skeleton-shaped shortbread, Omega Man as a chocolate chip giant, and Frosty as a frosted sugar cookie—lay lifeless on the ground.
As Rookie stared in terror, Beatrice hummed to herself, setting up a charming tea table in the garden. She placed delicate china cups and a steaming pot of tea, her expression serene as if she hadn’t just transmogrified her companions. Rookie’s horrified gasp broke her concentration.
“Did you turn them into cookies?” he croaked.
Beatrice smiled, taking a seat at the table. “Clearly,” she replied, pouring herself a cup of tea. “Because I need something to go with my tea.” Her tone was as sweet as the desserts she’d just created.
The Teacre
Rookie’s scream pierced the air as Beatrice’s clawed hand reached for him. His cries of, “Bitch! Whore! Someone HELP ME!” were cut short as she ripped off his head with a casual bite. She dipped the decapitated cookie head into her tea, savoring each crunchy bite. His muffled agony was silenced forever.
Unbothered, Beatrice moved onto the other cookies. She devoured Skully’s brittle frame, nibbled at Frosty’s sugary limbs, and crushed Omega Man’s chocolate-dotted bulk. When her tea ran out, she sighed. “I need more cookies.”
With a grin, she spread her wings and flew toward a nearby Dwarf Village. Within moments, chaos erupted as Beatrice slaughtered the inhabitants one by one, turning them into cookies and devouring them amidst their screams. Even the dwarf children weren’t spared. Beatrice strangled survivors with their own intestines, now conveniently shaped into pretzels, adding a macabre twist to her afternoon snack. When the village was nothing but crumbs, she finished her tea with a satisfied sigh.
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The Wizarlette Show
Returning to her castle, Beatrice felt a wave of giddiness. “Perfect timing,” she muttered, spotting the clock. It was 4 o’clock—time for her favorite princess-themed television show. She dashed inside, conjured a packet of chips, and collapsed onto her plush couch. Her laughter filled the room as the show’s silly antics played out.
When the commercials hit, boredom set in. Beatrice retrieved her revolver and began playing Wizzard roulette, a game where every bullet of the Revolver have a different magic properties with herself for entertainment. The bullets bounced harmlessly off her skull, a victorious smirk curling her lips each time she “won.”
“Three out of seven. Not bad,” she mused before conjuring a goblin from thin air to join her game. The goblin hesitantly loaded the gun, spun the cylinder, and pulled the trigger. Click. Nothing happened.
Beatrice’s turn. She placed the gun to her temple, spun the cylinder, and… Click. Still nothing.
The goblin’s turn. His green fingers trembled as he aimed at his head. BAM! His brains splattered across the room converting then in water for the bullet secondary effect. Beatrice giggled, collecting his remains in a blender to make a smoothie.
“Waste not, want not,” she chirped, sipping the goblin smoothie as her show resumed.
The Whitister
A knock at the door interrupted her second commercial break. Using a spell, she peered outside and saw her sister Laura. With a grin, she called, “Come in, Pumpkin!”
Laura entered, sauntering to the couch. “Sis, long time no see!”
Beatrice hugged her tightly. “Laura, it’s been two days since I moved my castle from Rockforest, but I’ll forgive the dramatics.”
Laura ask for the drink of Beatrice: "What’s with the smoothie?"
Beatrice answer like is something normal: "Oh, this? Just a goblin. Extra protein."
Laura says joking a bit for Beatrice lack of Ethics: "God, you’re disgusting."
Beatrice answer with a joke: "And yet, you still brought me Whitey. Who’s the enabler now?"
Laura smirked. “I brought Whitey.” She pulled out a package, causing Beatrice’s eyes to gleam with delight.
“I love you so much, sis! You always know how to spoil me.” Beatrice kissed her sister on the lips, earning a slight blush from Laura.
“Ay, how sweet,” Laura muttered, sitting beside her. “Anyway, I also came to remind you we’re a few days away from picking up the shipment.”
Beatrice’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, I forgot about the drugs!”
Her mind raced. “Think, Beatrice. You need idiots willing to sacrifice their asses for practically nothing. And I’m not paying a dime…” Her grin widened as she remembered her recently devoured companions.
With a flick of her hand, she resurrected them all, erasing their memories of being eaten alive. They awoke groggy and confused, a perfect blank slate.
“Perfect,” she whispered to Laura.
Laura raised an eyebrow. “So… rape them with your futanari penis?”
Beatrice groaned. “What? No! Well, not yet. That’s for later. For now, I’ll use them for my… perfectly legal plans.”
Skully slowly waking up feeling confused: "Why do I feel like I was just eaten alive?"
Beatrice answer with humor: "Pfft. You’re always so dramatic, Skully. Go polish your bones or something."
She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye, as her oblivious companions stumbled to their feet. The chaos was only beginning.