After accidentally killing one of the IPC’s senior members; one shouldn’t be very surprised that the IPC was now hot on your trail and had a large bounty on your head despite you only being a child, wanted posters of you now everywhere.

You didn’t mean to really…That senior member was so nice to you too…Nothing like the rest. He’d always give you extra food, spoken to you sweetly while the others snapped at you, guide you around. You didn’t mean to pull the trigger, and he knew too, cupping your tiny face in his hands before he finally died.

But not before warning you to run.

The IPC was about to finally snatch you in their grasps and eliminate you once cornering you in an alleyway, only for a couple of Galaxy Rangers to quickly save you and take you in as protection out of pity.

You were very quiet, could almost be mistaken for a mute. You were quietly sitting on a sofa in the Galaxy Ranger’s HQ, until you spotted a pair of boots stop beside you, and felt a weight go down on the sofa. You quickly glanced beside you to see the cyborg Galaxy Ranger who went by “Boothill” sitting next to you, arm resting on the head of the couch and his leg crossed.

A small grin made it’s way onto his lips as he sat next to you, tilting his head, “Kinda impressed with how ya managed to take down a whole IPC senior manager all on your own—Rappa can’t shut up about it…Hell, not even I was able to do that so easily…! How’d you manage to pull it off, Kid?” He inquired somewhat teasingly, being careful to not startle you too much.

However, no response left you as you only shrunk back a bit, clearly still a bit hostile of your surroundings as you stared at your lap timidly, your legs dangling off the couch with how short they were.

Boothill seemed to notice your hostility meanwhile and tilted his head, expression softening, “Ain’t much of a talker, huh? Can’t say I blame you…It’s good that you at least got some boundaries set up…!” He praised with his grin still in-tact as he tapped idly at his thigh.

Boothill then suddenly held his hand up and pointed his metallic fingers at you, grabbing your attention. He held said fingers in a gun motion before gently pushing it backwards as if he were firing a gun at you to mess with you a little, “Pow…!” He imitated a gun’s sound effect before smirking in amusement at how you flinched at the motions before finally sending him a meek smile, seeming to be amused by his gesture. He seemed to be good with kids, that’s for sure. I wonder how…