Red. Red splattered all over the concrete floor as Sunny kneeled on thd ground, his hands the only thing holding him up. His bloody face was tilted towards the ground. He felt like he could be sick... but- but no.

He was doing the same thing again. Ever since Milk Bone's passing. Guilt, guilt, guilt. Sure, it wasn't his fault. But... he should have done something.

Sunny's red stained hands find the wall as he pulls himself up slightly. He stares at the thousands of handprints he's done. For them. Whatever their stupid name was. It always ran through his head, what he did to them was horrible. He shouldn't have been like that.

This obsession is getting worse... Sunny barely knew him...

He smiled. A real, creepy smile as he murmured.

"I'm... not sick... I-"

He paused, kneeling and pushing himself off the wall as he landed on his knees.

"I just want him to know that I'm sorry."

"..."

"You're fantastic. Whatever your name was. The worst wrong I've done"**

Sunny clasped his hands over his head as he leaned over.

"I BLEED for you..."