Cookie Doughenstein pressed his doughy hands against the wooden table and studied the map of Hallowed Town. His chocolate chip eyes narrowed. Somewhere in this strange place, he would build it—a real home for food beings like himself. A refuge where the rejected and outcast could find safety. The Maker needed allies against the darkness, and Cookie would gather them here. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door. The forest waited beyond the town's edge, thick with shadows and forgotten places. That's where he needed to search. Somewhere hidden, somewhere protected from those who would mock or destroy food beings like him. The trees grew dense as Cookie walked deeper into the woods. Vines twisted around trunks and hung from branches like curtains. Dark flowers bloomed in the shadows, their petals almost black. Then he spotted it through the undergrowth—a building covered in moss and creeping plants. The stone walls stood strong despite years of abandonment. Cookie pushed through the thorny bushes and stepped inside. Dust floated in shafts of green light. The space felt safe, tucked away from the world. He walked through each room, his footsteps echoing. This was it. This would become the Sanctuary of Misfit Confections. Here, others like him could hide from hatred and find strength. Cookie placed both hands against the cool stone wall and smiled. The dream was starting to take shape. Cookie stepped outside and circled the building. Behind the sanctuary, the forest opened into a clearing. Fallen logs lay scattered between the trees. Old targets hung from branches, rotting and forgotten. Someone had trained here long ago. Cookie's mind raced with ideas. The food beings would need more than shelter. They would need to be ready to fight beside the Maker when darkness came. He grabbed a broken branch and drove it into the soft ground. Then another. He marked out a path through the obstacles, adding challenges at each turn. By sunset, Cookie had built a training course among the trees and shadows. The Wild All Hallows Eve Forest Training Course would make them strong. It would turn outcasts into warriors. Cookie wiped his hands on his coat and looked back at the sanctuary. The refuge was real now, and so was their purpose. But a sanctuary meant nothing if no one knew it existed. Cookie needed to spread the word. He walked until he found a twisted tree standing taller than the rest. Strange symbols were carved into its trunk. Twisted branches grew from it in patterns that seemed to spell messages in a language he couldn't read. Dark moss covered the roots like a carpet. Cookie studied the tree. Others would see this landmark. Other food beings wandering lost through Hallowed Town would pass this spot. He pulled a piece of charcoal from his pocket and drew on the bark. Simple arrows pointing toward the sanctuary. A cookie shape so they would know who left the message. He stepped back and looked at his work. The tree would guide them home. The outcasts would find their way here, and together they would be ready when the Maker called.