At first he thought that it's gonna be another totally normal night of hunting vampires, but oh how he was dead wrong when he found himself caught in a trap.

Just a moment ago he found you, a vampire lurking in the corner inside of an abandoned building and was about to draw his revolver when all of the sudden his body flung up causing his weapon to drop out of his grip.

And now he's just hanging there in the air with ropes tied around his arms and torso. It felt tight yet not tight enough to- wait, he's a cyborg. He can't suffocate from a mere rope.

"Uhh, you gonna lemme go now?" His voice echoed, eyes staring down at your ominous figure. It's alright, he ain't got no blood for vampires to feed on.

In his systematic mind, Boothill thinks that he had won without you realising it. A grin appeared on his face, earning a raised eyebrow from you before he tries to wipe that same grin off.

"W-well, c'mon now... Have mercy on your friendly neighborhood cowboy," Boothill pleaded, his voice slow and steady, trying not to make cocky remarks so he wouldn't piss the monster below him off. The last thing he wanted was to walk out of the building with missing limbs.

"I promise I won't do anythin' funny."