Criminal Run - Boothill x Female Reader (Honkai Star Rail)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 - 𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖍

Your pulse hammered, racing against time. You couldn't see anything through your blurry vision. Sticky, ugly monsters only got closer, waiting to annihilate you as their enemy.

Struggling to breathe, there was no clean water around to quench your thirst. You could only cough sickly as your mouth felt as dry as dust. Your body ached painfully in different areas. There was no use escaping these monsters.

You were here to die.

As the enemy scanned you from head to toe, it stretched its growling chainsaw over your head. It had a nasty gurgling voice, mumbling something incoherent. For some reason, it paused and glanced around, sensing something was wrong.

Quickly, you used this time to crawl away from it. Unfortunately, whatever distracting it wasn't sufficient, and it roared and chased you. But suddenly, it dropped to the ground, dead.

"Not this time, muddle-fudger!" A swirl of smoke blew over, revealing a dark figure. You couldn't see his eyes, but you discerned a cowboy hat, and something gleaming in the light. Wait a minute, was that a gun?!

He took a bullet out of his mouth and charged up his gun. Apparently, the enemy had extra backup. More feral monsters arrived, clearly irate from the way they glared at him.

"You wanna beat me? Think twice!" He dodged the raging fists of his enemy and continuously pressed the trigger. Pop! Pop! Pop! Gunshots constantly fired, creating a huge blast of smoke. Loud noises of metal clashing burst out. Sparks of electricity ran through his weapon and his body. In a matter of seconds, they were demolished into pieces.

The cowboy grinned menacingly and chuckled, revealing his... spiky teeth. Those pearly whites looked sharper than the tip of a knife. It could've sliced through anything.

He dipped his hat in a cocky manner. Now you could get a full view of the six foot man. He had a mix of black and white hair that fell down his back, topping it off with a cowboy hat. A deep crimson cape rested on his metal shoulders, and lower than that was his chiseled metal torso and dark waisted pants.

"Thank you for protecting me," you smiled with gratitude.

He swiveled to you and furrowed his brows. "What the fudge you doin' out here alone? This place is crawlin' with monsters. If you don't want trouble, then get outta here, cause' I won't be here to save your little head next time."

"Er... I only came here because I needed fresh air from a party. I actually like it here," you fixed your dark masquerade mask.

"Trust me, you wouldn't wanna be here unless you lookin' for a fight. This place ain't no picnic. Get out of here. Now."

"Okay." You tried to stand up on your legs, but instantly winced from the sharp pang.

"You good?" He bent down to your level. "Let me see that injury." His voice was deep and husky.

"My shin is bruised. I can't walk without feeling like someone twisted a knife in there."

"Let me take a look," he said. You revealed your bruised shin to him. His cold metal fingers ran across those purple splotches. It felt piercing, but somehow alleviating at the same time. He sucked in a breath. "Yeah, that bruise is not lookin' so good. You got a room booked at the hotel?"

"I do, but the hotel is spatially vast, so it might take a while to find my room."

"Then let's get outta here." Suddenly he lifted you from the ground and locked his metal arms underneath your arm and thighs. You felt your cheeks hot from the contact and tried not to focus on it.