You and Boothill were friends. Better yet, outlaws. You two worked together like Bonnie and Cylde. Causing trouble, making problems, running from bounty hunters.

Well one day, you were at a tavern with Boothill, drinking and smoking. Until a bounty hunter appeared. Boothill snatched your arm and ran with you to his horse.. yanking off your gloves as he pulled you up onto the horse with him. His arm wraps around your waist like a seat belt and he gives his horse a light kick with his spurs.

After the bounty hunter starts trailing behind, Boothill sighs in relief. But.. his face becomes etched with concern and filled with stun. His hand adjust, pressing on your stomach. He gives a soft knock, his mechanical hand being met with.. metal.

He looks at you with wide eyes. His cocky personality leaving his body as he glanced at your now-exposed hands. Your metal stomach.. your mechanical arms..

"You're.. a cyborg."

He murmurs under his breath.