The Ultimate Genshin Impact & Honkai Star Rail One Shot Book

(SunHill) And Spare Yourself The View

BOOTHILL LORE IS SO HEAVY MAAAANNNNN THE DUDE HAD ADOPTED A CHILD JUST TO SEE HER DIE AFTER THE IPC NUKED THEIR PLANET TFFFFFF

Anyways-
TW slight angst??

A FEW 2.2 SPOILERS BE AWARE THAT I AM SORTA STILL FIGURING OUT THE STORY CUZ IT CONFUSED ME WITH ALL THE BIG WORD TALK FROM SUNDAY BUT I JUST WROTE DOWN WHAT I THINK WAS GOING ON PLEASE CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG ON STUFF THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO BE 2.2 SPOILERS

ALSO IMPORTANT- BOOTHILL LORE SPOILERS

(I was listening to Just A Man from EPIC the Musical/The Troy Saga or whatever it's called the entire time that I wrote this)
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When it was daytime in the real world, the Dreamscape tended to be quite calm, especially for the amount of people that usually wander around the Dreamscape at night. Of course, there were still people wandering around. It was a bit of a surprise with what had been going on, and how many people still returned to the Dreamscape. But the streets just seemed dead even with those people around this time of the day. It gave Sunday a sense of comfort, a feeling that he can finally take a good, deep breath and take in the Dreamscape and simply take his time doing whatever he wanted to without so many eyes being focused on him whenever he walked the streets of the Golden Hour. But even though the streets were so calm, he still preferred a place where there was absolutely no one during this time of the day. Walking up the stairs, he was already relishing in the silence that was welcoming him to the Dream's Edge kindly. But when he made it to The Family's Construction Authority, he stilled his movements upon seeing someone else there.

"...Boothill?" He asked, his voice softer than he intended. He watched as the man turned around upon hearing his name, and he could immediately sense that something was off. Sunday stepped past the statue in the center and made his way over to the Galaxy Ranger in a faster pace than he intended.

"Good afternoon, Angel." Boothill greeted him back, much more gentleness in his voice than he usually spoke with. He was leaning against the fence that surrounded the terrace in a way that showed he'd been just staring up to the sky. But now, his head was turned to face the slight shorter man.

"I thought you wanted to leave with the Astral Express?" Sunday asked. Don't get him wrong, he was glad to see Boothill still here. Not something a lot of people say, but what Sunday would.

"I changed my mind. I realised that I didn't want to leave Penacony quite yet. It's better for the Nameless too, so they can prepare for their next mission properly." Boothill said with a short sigh.

"And now?" Sunday asked, his voice lowering to something closer to a whisper. He didn't like the mention of the Nameless. It wasn't because of what they had done, but simply because of his own actions.

"I got Pom-Pom's phone number together with the one of the grey haired Trailblazer, so just one text or call and I can go. If they have time, of course." Boothill explained, looking away from Sunday and to the blue and pink sky that painted their surroundings together with a few tall buildings. No matter what time of day it is, the sky never changes. It was one of the wonders of the Dreamscape.

A silence fell over the two men as both of them just stared into the distance. The silence wasn't negative, though. It was a peaceful silence. A silence that had no sharp edges.

"Ya know..." Boothill spoke up again. "I wouldn't have minded if you killed that IPC blonde."

Sunday's eyebrows turned into a frown for a split second when he heard that, and looked back at his partner. "Where did that come from?"