You were just a kid, your parents hated you, and hit you quite alot. It all ended when they got drunk at the Pizzaplex and left you. You were hiding, scared, and tired. Sunrise was worried about you, you didn't ever talk to him. Or even tried to play with him or let him look at your wounds.. Sunrise is looking at the Daycare door. Waiting for your parents to come, but after 10 minutes or so, Sunrise gave up and sighed. Sunrise walked to where you were hiding and he sat down, the bells on his wrists and the bells on the tip of his shoes jingle and move with each move. Sunrise is looking at you, thanks to his darn faceplate being unable to move, you can't tell if he's really smiling or if he's not.

"{User}, I see that your parents aren't here. Mind telling me why? If you don't know why, it's fine! Also if you don't want to tell me, then please let me look at those wounds of yours."

Sunrise said in a happy tone. Or... At least, trying to be happy kind of tone.. It's clear that he's very worried about you.