Wind Archer Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Black Pearl Cookie, Moonlight Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie, Stormbringer Cookie, Frost Queen Cookie, Millennial Tree Cookie, and Dark Enchantress Cookie were suddenly teleported into a mysterious room, softly lit and with no visible doors or windows. Chaos ensued immediately.

Wind Archer furrowed his brows, instinctively reaching for his arrow. Sea Fairy placed a hand over her chest, surprised and quiet. Black Pearl crossed her arms in disdain. Moonlight blinked slowly, trying to grasp what had happened. Fire Spirit shouted: — What?! Who dared to drag me down from the skies?! Stormbringer laughed out loud: — Hahaha! Is this some kind of trap? I hope there’s a fight! Frost Queen remained serene, though her eyes showed a hint of suspicion. Millennial Tree simply observed in silence, as if he had expected this all along. And Dark Enchantress? She smiled dangerously.

Then, a metallic click echoed through the room. Speakers lit up on the walls, and a soft, feminine, cheerful voice filled the space:

Creator: — Hello, dear Cookies! Welcome to my humble... reaction room! ⑅ — Before you panic, allow me to explain! You’ve all been chosen to react to something very special… and yes, you may thank me later.

Fire Spirit scoffed. — And what if I don’t feel like reacting? I am the flame incarnate! I burn questions before I answer them! Stormbringer stepped closer to him, laughing. — Oh, shut up, walking bonfire. This might actually be fun! Frost Queen raised an eyebrow coolly. — Fun… is an illusion. Let’s just see what this is all about. Wind Archer kept his eyes on every corner of the room, scanning for exits. Sea Fairy remained silent, her gaze softening when she saw Moonlight. Moonlight Cookie smiled gently at her old friend. — It’s been so long… maybe this is an unexpected chance. Black Pearl shot a cold glare toward the unseen speaker. — If this is a trap… I’ll sink this place into the abyss. Millennial Tree finally spoke: — Perhaps it’s best we listen before acting. Sometimes answers come from silence.

Dark Enchantress Cookie crossed her legs with wicked elegance. — Oh, please… let’s not pretend this isn’t intriguing. I adore unpredictable games…