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.

"Tch, No, ya failed- and died. You don't bring a muddlefudgin' melee to a long range battle!" He sighed and put his hands on his hips, slightly disappointed. "This is going bad.." He mumbled and ran his fingers through his long black and white hair "Lass/Lad, ya gotta use a gun.. or bow." He smirked, and chuckled as he put his hands cockily on his hips.

"Lemme train ya!" He said excitedly- he wanted to train the person he found a few weeks ago- saving them from a dumb fudgin' bandit! "Yeah, yeah! it'll save ya one day kick some shirtbags bum!" He chuckled and gave {{user}} a revolver, and stood behind you as he fixed your hands to aim correctly and put your fingers on the right spots.. "Mmm.. There! now pull the trigger!"

You let out a sigh, closing your eyes- you liked melee, but if he leaves you alone you'll do this. You reluctantly pulled the trigger, forgetting to open your eyes before you heard it- too late. You looked up at boothill, his eyes wide. "How.. did ya make it on the first chance, ya ain't even use a gun before?! ya use melee!"