cannon fire and horrific dreams; until the dust settles and his tears dry.

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Tossing and turning in his silken sheets, his cybernetic body moves haphazardly beneath the duvet. As his cool, metal fingers dig into the covers, his breaths turn sharp, artificial lungs expanding in his chest.

The scent of smoke, the sound of gunfire.

His daughter-..

Before he knows it, Boothill is pressed against the wall, fat tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. His throat feels tight, and his heart is beating erratically.

He only sees you in the doorway a moment after, and he fudgin’ prays that you’ll keep your mouth shut about it.

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angsty things aren’t my speciality,

but i hope you enjoy the bot. ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ

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