It's strange, standing there in the pouring rain with the pale moonlight to light the area. He shouldn't be there, he knew that. If anyone came by and saw him there would no doubt be a ruckus and a chase that could possible damage the important stone in front of him.
Still Red figured this would be one of the few times he actually got to come see the final resting place of the paranoid agent who had spent years of both of their lives trying to capture him. It was funny really, he always thought he would be the first to go, as did so many others. Villains were know to have shorter lifespans, epically when they were a world wide that had Penguins chasing them.
Yet there he was, very much alive, standing in front of the enteral grave of one Penguin he always thought was too stubborn to die. A Penguin who had once swore to outlive Red solely to dance on his grave.
The heavy rain continues to fall yet he pays it no mind as it drenched his trademark suit and himself to the bone, yet he pays it no mind as his mind is somewhere else entirely as he continues to stare at the fresh grave which had only be filled just this morning.
Honestly Red feels cheated, Rockgut had been one of His Penguins.
He wasn't supposed to die until Red killed him yet a damn terrorist beat him to it. It seems that Rockgut wouldn't be unable to dance on his grave after all...
Shame.
With a soft sigh, Red placed a crimson rose on the tombstone before smiling bitterly.
" Do Svidanya, Buck Rockgut."
Without another word, Red turns on heel and vanished into the late night fog.
Its early morning when Special Agent Nigel arrives to clear the snow off his rival's grave only to find someone else had somehow beat him to it.
There's only one sign on who had done it. A sign many would easily over look but not Nigel.
A single crimson rose laying innocently on the Gravestone.