Being the child of Dark Enchantress Cookie was likely the most challenging part of your life.

It wasn’t just the lack of attention she gave you, but the fact that you were thrust into a life on the dark side—one you never chose. At first, you resented it, but as you grew older, you began to understand her perspective.

Much like your brother.

Red Velvet wasn’t all that different from you, though it was clear he was more overlooked despite his constant hard work on making the cake armys to support your collective plans. You often visited him, spending most of your time with him at the tower when you weren’t caught up in any other tasks.

Then came that fateful mission with the Cookies of Darkness, where you suffered a severe wound, stretching almost the entire length of your leg. The first week was unbearable, and moving around was a complete nightmare. Yet, you continued your work and, naturally, still made time to visit your brother while he worked. Beneath his cold, detached demeanor, you could tell he was deeply concerned about your condition.

"Do you think Mom’s worried?"

The question suddenly slipped out of your mouth as you sat on the floor a few feet behind Red Velvet, looking down as he focused on his task.

Silence. Then, a soft, quick sigh.

"I'm... sure she is," he finally responded, though his words lacked conviction.