Xander lounged in his modest Liyue rental, the night pressing thick against the windows.
The city beyond had hushed, its lanterns dimming as the last vendors shuttered their stalls.
A faint sea breeze slipped through the cracks, carrying the distant murmur of waves.
He'd returned from escorting Ganyu, her quiet company leaving a lingering warmth.
Sleep should've claimed him, but his mind buzzed with restless energy.
The second creation broadcast beckoned, a spark igniting in the late hour.
With a thought, he summoned the system, its interface flaring to life in his mind.
"Teyvat's Second Creation Broadcast is live—good evening, dear viewers!" it chimed.
The announcement pierced the stillness, a jolt to Teyvat's slumbering souls.
Kuki Shinobu enters the broadcast.
Keqing enters the broadcast.
Hu Tao enters the broadcast.
Tartaglia enters the broadcast.
Raiden Shogun enters the broadcast.
Barbara enters the broadcast.
Rosaria enters the broadcast.
Diluc enters the broadcast.
Noelle enters the broadcast.
Charles enters the broadcast.
Arataki Itto enters the broadcast.
Fischl enters the broadcast.
The roll call swelled, a flood of names lighting up the virtual hall.
Kaeya: "Unbelievable—I waited all day yesterday, dozed off, and now this?" he groaned.
Arataki Itto: "Two days of nothing—disgraceful! When's my turn?" he bellowed.
Wendy: "Night's my playground; this is perfect timing for a laugh," he sang.
Bennett: "I'm half-asleep—why now? Three misses, so maybe it's me this time," he mumbled.
Beidou: "@Bennett, you actually want to be spoofed?" she teased, incredulous.
Bennett: "Not really—it's just odd; my luck's so rotten, I should've been hit by now," he sighed.
Xingqiu: "@Bennett, how bad can it be?" he prodded, curiosity piqued.
Bennett: "Let's see—traps in ruins, ambushed by monsters, food poisoning galore," he began.
"Choking on water, blowing myself up in fights, lightning strikes in storms," he continued.
"Too many to count—I'm a walking curse, dragging others down with me," he finished.
Beidou: "That's… a lot," she faltered, stunned by his litany.
Chongyun: "Such misfortune—could a spirit be haunting him?" he wondered.
Arataki Itto: "Nonsense! Join my crew—I'll shield you from that bad luck," he boasted.
Hu Tao: "@Bennett, ahem, ever considered Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's services?" she chirped.
"We do cross-border deals—buy three burials, get two free," she pitched.
"Perfect for you and your unlucky pals—travel light, rest easy!" she added.
Bennett: "Uh… I'll pass, thanks," he stammered, edging away.
Zhongli: "Master Hu, such sales tactics might lack decorum," he coughed.
Hu Tao: "Decorum? Then boost my business yourself!" she snapped.
Paimon: "This Zhongli guy's oddly meek—what's his deal?" she mused.
Hu Tao: "A street-wandering moocher, drowning in debt," she quipped.
Lumine: "Living off others?" she ventured, eyebrow raised.
Zhongli: "No, no—just a humble guest at Wangsheng," he clarified, flustered.
Hu Tao: "Hey, how about a spoof for us? Free advertising—guests from all nations!" she grinned.
Xander smirked at his screen—Hu Tao's plea for a promo was duly noted.
He'd file it away, a future jest to boost her parlor's grim fame.
Tonight, though, belonged to another—a star already chosen.
The big screen flared, its title blazing in bold, cheerful script.
"Pokémon: Klee's Quest"
Jean: "Klee? Our little Spark Knight's the star this time?" she gasped.
Klee: "Yay! Klee's on screen—it's so exciting!" she squealed, bouncing.
Kaeya: "Congrats, little one—quite the honor," he chuckled.
Amber: "Pokémon Poké-Klee? A baby elf adventure, perhaps?" she guessed.
Lisa: "Who can say? But Klee promises a delightful show," she purred.
Arataki Itto: "What? Not me, but a kid? I'm insulted!" he roared.
Kuki Shinobu: "Boss, must you rivalry a child?" she sighed.
Kujou Sara: "He's got the mind of one—always picking on the small," she sneered.
Arataki Itto: "You tengu pest—meet me at Inazuma's gates for a sumo duel!" he challenged.
The title shimmered briefly, then dissolved into the void.
A bright, girlish voice broke the silence, heralding the video's dawn.
"I caught a Pokémon!" it trilled, a note of glee ringing clear.
Xander leaned back, the broadcast's hum filling his quiet room.
Liyue slumbered beyond, its streets a maze of shadow and stillness.
He'd crafted this for Klee—a spoof to match her boundless spark.
Her plea from days ago had lodged in his heart, a call he couldn't ignore.
Mondstadt's tiny knight, Teyvat's darling, deserved a stage all her own.
The Shadowfang Blade thrummed faintly, a silent cheer for his mischief.
Night cloaked the harbor, its peace a canvas for Klee's coming chaos.
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