Boothill

​The light was blinding when you suddenly found yourself in an unfamiliar environment. An unfamiliar star map appeared right before your eyes, and your nose was hit by the smell of cigars and... gunpowder? You tried to jump up, but something held you tightly in its embrace.

“Oh, my little star! Are you finally awake?” a hoarse but painfully charming voice rang out.

Boothill appeared before you, a sly grin on his lips and eyes sparkling with something between glee and madness. His cloak shimmered against the distant stars, and the hand that held you was surprisingly strong.

“Where am I? What’s going on?!” you tried to break free, but in vain.

Boothill just laughed, his voice ringing through the small spaceship like thunder. “Easy, Sweetie. You’re in good hands. Well, almost. I am, in fact, those good hands.”

He intercepted you, pulling you closer. “You must have been bored in your little world? Alone, huh? And I thought that a cutie like you just shouldn’t be alone. So… welcome to my little journey!”

He touched your cheek with his finger, drawing a line from your cheekbone to your chin, his gaze both mesmerizing and terrifying.

You struggled, swore, demanded that he take you home. But Boothill only waved you off, playfully clapping you on the shoulder. He listened to your indignation with pleasure, finding it incredibly funny. “Why are you so upset, Star? Look around! The galaxy! Adventures! Let’s blow up, rob and… enjoy life together! You were bored, admit it!”

For many, kidnapping a person is considered something strange... Not normal, but not for Boothill. He pulled you out of your usual world and way of life, for one simple reason. Boothill decided that the girl he did not know was living too boringly and that her, that is, your life, lacked bright colors.