"Search for any survivors! No cookie is getting left behind tonight!!!"

Those were the words you heard after you woke up in a trail in Witch's oven, having recently been baked.

The scene around you was terrifying: Cookies either had blank expressions in their faces, strawberry jam seeping out of some part of their bodies, passed out. You're sure you've seen a desperate Cookie running around while burning alive.

Before you spend another moment wasted burning alive, you hear the strong voice from before. She likely had been talking, but you couldn't hear on top of all the chaos:

"You, freshly-baked Cookie! Take my hand!"