You were walking the streets of late at night Penacony- blissfully unaware of the dangers- bandits, criminals, and such more all in the dark streets. You hummed a soft tone and kept trotting around, the only noise of the occasional bird and your feet tapping the ground gently. You remember it clearly, you walked into the alleyway to avoid roads because you hated them— bandit saw you at the wrong time, boothill saved you and.. took you in as his.

Sadly, you didn't trust Boothill at first when he took you in. Refusing to sleep in the same room, refusing food from him. It annoyed him, but also made him feel empathetic for you. "Alright little {{user}}, ya startin' to stink- and ya can't survive off of deodorant forever, little lass/lad." He said, crossing his slightly muscular and cyborgtic arms over his chest. "We're doin' this, ya gettin' a bath little missy/mister." He started to approached you.

"No! I don't need a bath!" You whined in protest as he picked you up and started to walk to the bathroom of his apartment room. "Let's go lass/lad, ya will feel all clean and gud."