-18 Hours Later

Owen heard a familiar sounding voice greet him, it sounded familiar, but Owen couldn’t determine who it was. Owen just the person sitting next to them with the light not reflecting off of the person’s body.

“Good morning!”

             “Oh hey, how did you get in here?” Owen sounded tired and exhausted as he tried speaking up.

“I used…the door.” The figure then starts sipping a cup of tea that was right besides her. Owen then sat up and realized he was still wearing his Bunny PJ’s. Looking over to the person it was Ginger, and Owen started freaking out. Ginger just simply chuckled as Owen stumbled out of bed. Owen quickly got up from the floor and asked a bunch of questions to Ginger.

             “How are you alive? Why are you here? Are you going to kill me, and would you play Tetris with me?”

“Dark Sugar, because you created me, no & also no we got work to do.” Ginger threw some clean clothes over at Owen, it was a plain blue shirt and brown pants. Ginger then walked out of Owen’s room and down the stairs without any issues of squeaky floorboards. Owen then follows suit into the shower where he takes off his bunny one-z and starts to turn on the shower. As Owen steps into the shower, he doesn’t know if what he created was a good thing.

“It is a cookie…yet it is alive?” Owen retorts out loud having a slightly hard time comprehending what happened. Owen had a lot of weird decisions and choices in the past, but this had to be the best or worse idea yet. A Cookie that is conscious in a Bakery he could almost see how this could upset Ginger, should he call the cookie by its first name or should he treat it like an object. Owen then quickly slapped him back to reality. Whatever Owen created he should treat it like it belongs instead of using her like an object. Owen just needed to get used to this being different to him, so he stopped the shower and started changing up.

Once Owen started dressing up, he still felt cold with a long shirt and pants in the middle of summer. Owen quickly ran into his room to grab his other light jacket and it made him feel a lot better. His light jacket was grey and did clash with his outfit, however it was the only think Owen felt safe and comfortable wearing.  Once Owen figured out the floors were not making any noise he yells down to Ginger:

             “Hey Ginger?”

“What’s Up Owen?”

             “Did you fix the floorboards?”

“Yeah, I did it while you were sleeping upstairs.” Owen didn’t remember being brought upstairs but honestly; he was happy he had one less annoying problem to deal with. Owen started walking down the stairs to see Ginger shrink back down to the size of a cookie. Ginger was reading the notes carefully as she saw Owen at the corner of her eye. Ginger turned around and gave a little wave over to Owen. Owen felt his cheeks glow slightly red before he continued the conversation with Ginger.

             “Ginger, is it still okay if I call you Ginger, correct?”

“Oh course.”

             “Cool but why are you helping me?” Owen was still confused on why Ginger wanted to help him out.

“Well, this is what I was created for, plus you are kind of a klutz.”

             “I am not a klutz.” Ginger flips through the pages of Owen’s old ideas and irritates them out loud.

“You tried to sell cookie crumbs…. CRUMBS!”

             “It sounded like a good idea in my head.” Owen sounded slightly embarrassed.

“Lets also see your passwords are either: “Password” or some random word.”

             “Hotdog47 isn’t a bad password.”

“Owen you are 23, think like you are running a business.”

             “I am, I know somewhat how to bake.”

Ginger sighed “Well thankfully I know what to bake. So, we can actually see this place make a positive cash flow.”

             “What do you mean this place is doing fine. Owen tried to deny it trying to play it off as fine, until Owen leaned against a wall and a ceiling fan dropped onto the floor. Shattering glass all over the floor and even breaking up the floor from the impact.

“Yeah, well we aren’t going to get anywhere without some help, so we need to create some workers.”

             “What like what I did with you?”

“Exactly.” Ginger opened the drawer, lifting as hard as she could so the drawer opened out.

“Go grab the Dough Roller Owen.” Owen grabbed the Dough Roller and looked at it, staring at it for what seemed like a few minutes as Ginger started saying Owen’s name over again and again.

“Owen, Owen, Owen, OWEN, OWEN!” Owen snapped out of his trance; Owen tended to get distracted very easily. Thankfully Ginger knocked him back into reality as she said to Owen.

“Ready to make some Snickerdoodles?”

Owen looked confused “What is a Snickerdoodle?”