Hilichurl Fighter x Unusual Hilichurl

Chapter 1

The sun beat down hard against the hunched back of the hilichurl fighter. With the traveler logged off, there wasn't much else to do than wait for their inevitable demise. He sighed.  Having one task and one task only from the creator was difficult; the club growing heavy in his hand. Possibly the worst part of these log off times was how time in Teyvat froze in place. No clouds moved to cover the sun, only the slightest breeze to rustle the leaves and grass. Just the scorching heat of the sun and the ever so temping shade of Vanessa's tree looming ahead. The hilichurl stamped his foot impatiently, waving his club above its head to gather the attention of the others around. "Celi upa..." he groaned annoyedly. He wished the surrounding fire braziers were to be put out by any means necessary. Even if that meant recruiting one of those insufferable hydro slimes.

After hours and hours of waiting passed, majority of the waiting hilichurls and slimes alike unanimously agreed that the best decision would be to retreat under the tree. Even the hilichurl fighter didn't want to witness a hydro slime turn into fried condensate. Under the safety of the shade, creatures of all types began to relax, some even going and splashing around in the river. After all, their free time not being antagonized by the traveler wasn't ALL bad. Of course they had to find ways to entertain themselves.

The hilichurl fighter wandered around the base of the tree, waving to his comrades, 'smiling' at its superiors. The local cryo hilichurl shooter, coming to the tree from the sand flats by the coast, gave them a quick nod, and the hilichurl fighter looked around. Every hilichurl had something special about them. Every single one. Except for him. All he had was a wooden club, feeling heavier and heavier in his hand. His shoulders sagged and the reality of his miserable life set in.

Why am I even here...

He slumped down in between the roots of the great tree, watching the dendro slimes scoot around in the rolling fields of bright green grass, and listened to the chatter behind him. Discussion of elements, how to shoot a crossbow better. How to throw rocks stronger, how to light a blazing club. Everything seemed to pound into his head at a million miles per hour, jumbling his thoughts, filling his head with messages of self-loathing. His club fell to the ground with a light thud as he moved his hands up to his masked face, resting it in his palms. If he could cry, he would, but that's how it always had been for him. Living, dying, restarting. Living, dying, respawning. Living, dying, doing it all again. Living dyin-

A small rustle in the grass to his left alerted him he was not the only one resting the in shelter of the tree roots. Slowly, he turned his head, the image of what was in front of him being flashed into his mind by the software of his world. Laying in the grass, kicked out and relaxed, was the strangest hilichurl he has ever seen. Could he even call it a hilichurl? The blue fur and hat like thing upon its head, the briefcase it was using as a makeshift pillow; everything only added more confusion. A tie around the neck, yellow and black stripes, loose and ready the fly away at the slightest disturbance. Ragged, dirty  white gloves. While the sight was... different, it intrigued him none the less. He reached a hand out, curious to feel the fur of the mysterious entity, but when the other twitched in its slumber, he snatched his hand back. He might be boring, but at least he was normal.

A few minutes passed by, and he couldn't help but steal another glance at the unusual figure. The breeze ruffled their brilliant blue fur, waving and seeming to shimmer in the bits of sunlight sneaking through the leaves. He looked back out at the fields and watched an anemo slime being chased by a pyro. He noticed, however, that they seemed to be getting closer. All of a sudden, the pyro caught the anemo, causing a-

POP!-

And a strong gust of wind blew out. The hilichurl gave a small laugh. This was always entertaining- until he turned back to his side and saw that the tie had blown away from the mysterious hilichurl. In a panic, the hilichurl fighter jumped up and glanced around frantically for it, as he did not know how dangerous this creature was if it were to be upset. He tenderly stepped around his neighbor, and ran off in search of the yellow and black tie.