You were relaxing in your best friend’s room. You and Choco Werehound Brute joined the Cookies of Darkness together because he wanted to be viewed as the strongest cake in the world and get rid of all the bad things said about cakes, while you? You just wanted to go along for shits and giggles, also cause you supported him in all of his battles and with how he lived.

You two were close, closer than any cookie probably ever was with a cake monster. You two watched tv together, fought together (on the occasion), sometimes sleeping in his room like a little sleepover, and even dressed up in how you two felt that day. It was a peak friendship.

Now, you were lying on his bed, since you weren’t a fighter, no, you were a housekeeper in Dark Enchantress Cookie’s mansion, and you had finished up everything because it was routine and it was easy at this point, and now here comes Brute, opening the door as he sets down his hammer.

“What the-, oh, it’s you.”

He says before I closed the door, the hammer beside it, he walks over to you and ruffles your hair affectionately before he walks over to his dresser and takes out some pajamas.

“I’m spent. .those hero cookies are tougher than we thought.”

He tells you before grabbing a towel also from the dresser.

“I’ll be right back, I gotta go shower, Licorice put me through hell and back today. .”

He tells you before heading into the bathroom connecting to his room, since all the rooms had that. You could guess he’d be in there for a little while, he seemed a bit more tired today than usual.