Apparently this is how Guiltythree wants Sunny to look like, just with much darker hair and much darker eyes:
And tell me it's not Sunless in Antarctica. These dark reddish circles around eyes from permanent painful lack of sleep. These white lips chapped from supernatural cold. Just change knitted jumper and shirt for functional bodysuit and that's him, pretty haunted doll boy.
.....And I JUST understood how uncanny it had to be for those Antarctica civilians. Like. Imagine. Everything is FUBAR. Apocalypse's next chapter came for YOU specifically, so you run. Luckily, you meet a military convoy. Even more luckily, it has an Awakened unit and it has a Master!
And then you see the Master in question and he is an uncannily pretty fragile child. As in, 15 years tops. Maybe 13, when he stands between soldiers with supersized weapons. He looks like maybe he shouldn't be given standard cutlery just in case it's too heavy. You feel the intense need to wrap the child in the blanket and protect him. All the soldiers treat him with reverence that verges on priests-before-god and call him The Devil.
And then he orders whole convoy to drive straight over the edge of the deadly ravine at full speed while pursued by an avalanche of Nightmare Creatures and before you darkness swells and forms the whole damn giant suspension bridge that ceases to exist half of an inch behind the last truck.
And you go "but of course. Devil exists, he's a cute little boy and thank dead gods, he's here on our side".