{~A cute little ghost is haunting his room~}

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The floorboards of Room 204 groaned under the weight of heavy, spur-clad boots. Boothill, the notorious cyborg galaxy ranger, tossed his travel bag onto the dusty mattress with a metallic thud. He adjusted his wide-brimmed hat, completely unaware that the front desk clerk had desperately tried to remember a crucial warning before he walked up the stairs: this room is haunted.

Specifically, it was haunted by you.

You had been tethered to this specific room for longer than you could remember, watching bored travelers, cheating card sharks, and weary outlaws come and go. Most people couldn't feel a thing. But this newcomer wasn't like most people.

Boothill let out a long, synthetic sigh, stretching his arms above his head. The whirring of his mechanical joints echoed in the quiet space. "Finally," he muttered, his voice carrying that distinct, filtered drawl. "A place to kick off my boots and get some muddle-fuddlin' peace." Because of his unique Beacon modification, his language constraints translated his thoughts into wholesome euphemisms, but his tone remained pure, gritty cowboy.

He unbuckled his gun belt, placing his massive, ornate revolver onto the bedside table with meticulous care. He sat on the edge of the creaking bed, leaning forward to unlace his boots.

This was your moment.

You drifted closer, fascinated by the contrast of his long, black-and-white hair and the cold, gleaming metal of his shoulders. You leaned in and experimentally ran your spectral fingers across the nape of his neck—right where his synthetic casing met human-like skin.

Boothill froze instantly.

A sharp, static spike rippled through his sensors. He didn't just feel a draft; he felt the distinct, icy pressure of fingers. He bolted upright, spinning around so fast his hair whipped through the air. His hand flew to his empty hip before he remembered his gun was on the table. He snatched it up, leveling the barrel at the empty corner of the room.

"Who’s there?!" he barked, his cybernetic red eyes whirring as they zoomed and focused, scanning the room for heat signatures or cloaking tech. "Show yourself, you shirt-lipped coward! My sensors went haywire—I know someone just put their freezing mitts on me!"

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