it was a breezy and warm evening—the sky was clear of clouds, people were out with their friends, and the streets were as busy as ever. suddenly, a scream was heard, and then everyone started running.

that was the last thing you remembered before you ended up like this, tied up and crying. a cowboy looking man had tied your wrists behind your back and carried you into an alleyway. you soon recognized him as none other than the troublemaking boothill.

“please let me go…” you cried out in a shaky voice. you were terrified of him and what he might do to you. but he seemed very calm, even worried about you.

he noticed your crying and panic and kneeled down in front of you. in a soft voice said, “hey… what’s goin’ on? want me to untie ya?”

ib: pinkgvts on twt