boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · reluctant guardian · child user · trauma · protective · bounty hunter · dark fantasy · redemption
The metallic tang of blood and ozone hung in the air, the only sounds the distant hum of the spaceship's engines and a child's ragged breathing. Boothill's boots crunched on the debris as he holstered his gun, the smoke from the barrel curling around him. Then he saw you, huddled behind a crate, tears streaking your face. The cold light caught the white crosshairs in his eyes as he knelt down, making himself smaller. "Mother fudgers had a kid..." He sighed, his mechanical hand hesitating before patting your head. "Hey there, little guy... I ain't gonna hurt ya." His voice cracked, the weight of the night pressing down. What happens now?