“Hey Sunny, who were you talking to?” The little girl just curled up and tucked in her chin, “What’s that?” Hal gestured to the slim black book in her hands, and sat down on the edge of her bed, “Sunny?”
“A-Adam gave it to me.”
“He u-used to talk t-to me, when I was w-with the Patriots.”
“Oh?” Hal glanced nervously towards the wide open window,
“H-he was nice t-to me, used to say I w-was much smarter than any of the idiots there,” she laughed nervously, “K-knew my mum he s-said, and that he knew what it w-was like, to be a kid spending a-all his time in front of machines,” she sighed, "He hated c-code breaking."
Hal licked his lips, “Sunny, can I see that?”
“Used to show me this. S-said it was special,” she held it tighter, “Said I had to look after it,” she glanced towards the window, “You h-have to give it back, okay?”
“I promise, I just want to look at it.”
Sunny handed over the slim book and when Hal took it from her he felt how it tried to open on its own accord. Whatever it held, it held a lot of it.
He glanced over the first few pages, a childish scrawl he couldn’t make out, a stick legged figure of a cat, the next page had been ripped out, then the hand writing suddenly matured, it was just notes, but quickly followed by photos, newspaper clippings, a well folded up certificate of something. He glanced at youthful faces he didn’t recognise, a unit of men dressed in black. He paused on one wonky photo, it was blurred and grainy, a wobbly circle had been drawn about his face, hard, in pencil, and something scrawled in Russian beside it. Despite the quality of the photo he could still make out the gruff face of a man that looked so chillingly like Snake in his youth that Hal almost snapped the book shut and ran to find said soldier, but just as he was closing the book something slipped out of the back pages. Sunny looked at it, but didn’t touch it. Hal picked it up: it was made of stiff photographic paper, folded tightly in half and a note had been written on the back in square handwriting: I shouldn’t have taken this from you. Who can use it against me now? I’m sure by the time this gets back to you I’ll be dead. Goodbye Tomcat.
Hal opened it up, and saw Big Boss slumped petulantly back in a chair, discomfort and annoyance on his face, but with his arms draped around Big Boss’ shoulders was Ocelot, looking so happy that it made up for Big Boss’ frustration. Hal noted the soldier’s hand on Ocelot’s wrist. There was fondness there, of a sort. He folded it up gently and put it back into the book.
“We s-should show this to Uncle Snake,” Sunny said, when Hal silently handed her back to the book, “Adam said he wanted us t-to know.”
“Know what?” he murmured,
Sunny frowned, and carefully recited, “I want them to know they’re not alone, I was human too,” she looked up confused, “What did he mean?”
Sunny stop looking too old OTL, well at least I'm getting a bit
better at drawing kids.
I have too much head canon surrounding these guys and gals ¬_¬;
Nothing fancy, just wanted to draw something involving Sunny and Ocelot today and I don't draw Otacon enough.
I can't listen to this song without indulging the angstiest Bossalot... [link]