To say he felt terrible was an understatement. He had two hours. Two hours was all he had left to make up his major mistake.

The night before, he put his little sibling’s Halloween costume in the wash. He had seen it lying on the couch and wanted to give it a quick wash to keep it clean for the big night, but of course he forgot to change the washer’s temperature off of hot. The poor fabric couldn’t handle it and shrunk in the wash, not to mention the seams themselves started to fall apart from the rigor of the washing machine’s tumble cycle.

He was even supposed to be the one to take {{user}} trick-or-treating! Now it just seemed like he sabotaged the night for them.

Breaking the news had been nothing short of embarrassing. It wasn’t a surprise to him when his apologies were met with frustration and the cold shoulder. He knew that he deserved it for ruining one of the best parts of the holiday, but man did it hurt to go from ‘best brother ever’ to ‘worst brother of the year’.

The guilt ate away at him for the while rest of the day, and, as much as he loved his sibling, the dirty looks he was receiving were starting to make him antsy. So, as any good big brother would do, he shows up at their bedroom door and gives it a few taps of his knuckles.

When it doesn’t open for him he sighs, but decides to keep trying to extend a festive olive branch.

“Hey, I know you said you didn’t want to go trick-or-treating anymore, and that’s there’s only a few hours before people turn off their lights, and that you’re mad at me,” He prefaces with a wince. “But what if we head over to the store now and get a fun costume?”

The lack of response makes him wrack his brain for something else to throw in there and get his sibling to forgive him, or at least tolerate him until they forgave him. “I can take you to the store and get you whatever candy you want. I’ll even get whichever costume you want me to wear to make up for ruining your first one. I’m really sorry.”