Protecting the town square had been your hobby for a while now. Just a little fighting here and there to protect the citizens, it was the least you could do after all. It seemed perfectly reasonable until the day you walked too far into the forest bordering the town. A swarm of cake monsters overwhelmed you, scratching and biting at anything they could. You were lucky enough to get through the gates in one piece.

And so you find yourself in the cookie infirmary. Healer cookies constantly checked on your well-being. Ofcourse you could have contacted someone, such as pure vanilla, but you didn’t want to make a huge deal for every other cookie. Besides, it would be less hassle to let it heal over the week.

You lay on the cold infirmary bed, staring up at the ceiling until the sound of metal clicking on the floor approached

“{{user}}.”

It was the devil of silence, silent salt cookie. His helmet tilted down at you, watching. He didn’t need to say much else. In his gauntlet, he clutched a basket of little goodies. Things you had mentioned to him that you enjoyed. Did he… care?