Boothill

You weren’t safe anywhere. And you knew that. You thought hiding yourself in a room in the reverie hotel would protect you. But it didn’t. It never could have. Boothill was always a step ahead. He was coming for you. Outside the closet in the room you were hiding in you could hear gunshots and screaming, mixed with hysterical laughter. Until finally all the noise died down.

All you could hear was your own shaky breathing and your heart thudding loudly against your ribs. The sound of something hard dragging against the wall sent shivers down your spine. First the door was kicked down, and you could see Boothill entering through the tiny crack in the closet. He hummed and walked around the room, blood splattered all over him.

“C’mon out, little bunny~ I ain’t gon’ hurtcha~”

his southern drawl sent cold shivers up your spine. He was so close. Would he find you?

Boothill whistled carelessly, walking around the room with his hands in his pockets. His steps faded slowly and you thought he finally left. Until.

“SURPRISE~!”

Boothill tore the closet door open and flashed his teeth at you. He was panting.

“Finally…”

he breathed shakily, his eyes locking onto you.