The next morning.

Boom, crackle, crackle, crackle, bam, bam.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Torrents of doom clapping down upon the window, the young adult sighed. His second day as an adultbun, and the world was so grey and miserable. Had the weather godbun decided today was a stormy day? Ugh, just his luck. The tomatoes, some of them definitely got ripped off the stems. Please, let the clouds go away, he has some apples to pick today!

Plopping off his bed, the bun was in for a grand surprise when he opened his drawers. Light purple shirt with a bunny on it adorning xes over their eyes, underneath such creature had been the text Unhappy Bunny. Scream breaking loose through the room, the vampa spun the shirt around. No, this can't be happening, the gods replaced his wardrobe already? Please, don't let that be so!

Digging through his drawers, the same shirt in many colors grabbed his attention one after another. No, no! Why? There's no way he's wearing this. Unhappy Bunny wasn't his name! He will not wear that thing! Diving down to the bottom, the vampa crossed his fingers. Please, there had to have been at least one shirt left that didn't have that accursed label printed all over it.

But, no such thing existed. Snapping his fingers, the young adult could feel the sky ready to fall. Maybe he should make his own clothes. There's no way he's parading around in this thing. Stomping off to his private restroom, the thunder kept clapping down with a ferocity. Hoping back, his ears jolted. Wow, that sounded really close. This is not good.

Reflection locking eyes with him, the pesky light purple shirt was ready to crack the glass in front of him. Please, don't make him have to wear this for the rest of his adultbun life, he's begging! There has to be a way to get a different divine name! Knee length skirt soon beneath him, the young adult puffed a sigh of relief. At least the gods didn't take that away from him.

Pulling his locks back into a high ponytail, the bun stared at his jewelry box. Which earrings should he put on today? He guessed the heart with a black x in the middle would do. Clicking the matching hairpins and earrings into place, the young adult rocked back and forth. Please, let the next two thousand years or so fly by in the blink of an eye.

Bitter scent filling the kitchen, the farmer dragged himself forward. Another rainy day, another bitter asparagus pork bowl breakfast. Deigr and Strix were heading off to work soon, he guessed. Did they have to cook that stuff today? Oh, well, he'll make pork cabbage bites later. Seating himself at the table, eyes soon locked onto him.

"Good morning, Unhapbu," Deigr greeted. "We made asparagus pork bowl this morning. Are you okay with that?"

Rancid divine name burning in his ears, the farmer covered his ears. No, no, no, please don't call him that. Don't address him that way! Was she going to tell him to just accept it too? Not happening, absolutely not. Not in a million years. She can kiss all those thoughts of hers goodbye and mail them to the heavens above instead.

[Don't call me that, please! Please, just keep calling me Siorc like you always do.] A voice screeched through the Talkmaster B's speakers. He then scribbled a little face sighing. [And, that's fine. I need the fuel when I'm picking apples today.]

"Apples, huh? Ya going to try and summon Divisee again?" Strix asked. "Good luck with that. We won't be able to catch ya if ya if ya fall. We gotta go back ta work today."

[It's fine, Zhulong and Niquel are coming over when the job bell rings. Are you two working in the fields again today?] A voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Yup, I have to go to the fields and drill some oil," Strix responded, hands on the side of his face. "I swear, everyone wants me to do everything for them! Drill oil here, fix my machine there! It makes me want to pull my hair out!"

"You're already pulling it out, though," Deigr said, sighing. "I'm wanted in the forest to discover some new birds. Been getting reports of one called a Beanhawk. So, I have to go back to the birdwatching team today."

Birds tweeting through his head, the young adult pondered. Was Deigr named Curious Hare by the gods because she often learned of new discoveries? Maybe that was why. After all, when he was very little, she would often come home with a notebook full of new critters found. Good for her, maybe she was what she always wanted to be.

[Will you two be home in time for dinner?] A loud voice crackled through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Depends, honestly," Strix said, voice tired. "I'm sure ya know by now when I'm onna job everyone is always askin' me to do a million things all at once." Strands of hair danced on the wind as he heaved a sigh. "So probably not. Why don't you eat at your friend's comedy club tonight instead?"

"I'm probably eating with my team tonight, sorry," Degir said, waving her hand in the air. "I agree with Strix. Why don't you go eat at your friend's comedy club? Niquel is a nightshift worker, right?"

[I think so, but I don't know. Am I allowed to attend her comedy shows yet?] A loud voice crackled through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Of course, you're an adultbun now!" Deigr cried. "Go out there and have some fun!"

Munching away at the bitter asparagus bowl in front of him, the vampa blinked. Should he go to Niquel's comedy show today? Maybe. It's not like he had anything in particular planned tonight to start with. Where did she perform? Oh, right, at the Downtown Cabbage. He'll keep a note for that later when the evening bell chimes.

Rain slowing down, the bun crossed his fingers as he placed his bowl in the dishwasher. Please, let the apples be alright. He'll need to pick as many as possible to try and get Divisee to return. He liked the golden ones, right? Yes, he definitely did. When he was little, he'd always take those first from the orchard. He'll pick every single one of them.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the tenth hour.

It's the tenth hour!

Work time, work time! All daytime Lopvampas, head to your stations!

"Well, I'd better get going," Deigr said, standing up. "See you later, Siorc. Have fun at the comedy club tonight."

"But, don't come home too late, okay?" Strix cried, shaking. "And, make sure you walk with someone! There's no telling if some weird bun might pick you out of the crowd."

"Strix, come on, he'll be fine! Let's get going, okay?" A wave.

Waving back, the farmer slumped down onto the ground. And, there they go. Off to work, off to their long, long day shifts. Would hundreds of buns demand Strix do everything again? Maybe he should have offered to tag along to the fields. But, it was probably already too late for that. Hopping off towards his room, the young adult put on his hat. Alright, rain, bring it on. He's not going to let a little storm disrupt him!

Knock, knock, knock.

Hopping off towards the door, his pals soon awaited, drenched to the bone. Welcome mat ready to swim away, the vampa peeked at the clouds in the corner. Oh, great, a flood's coming soon, isn't it? How wonderful. The water fowl are going to drift away at this rate! No, Siorc, happy thoughts. It'll be fine.

"Sorry we're late," Zhulong said. "This storm is really weird. I feel like it was trying to prevent us from coming here."

"But, we're here now," Niquel said, huffing. "We fed the chickens and ducks already, so let's focus on picking the apples for now. Do you know which ones are more likely to get Divisee to descend again?"

[I know his favorites are the golden ones, so we'll pick those.] A deep voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Alright, guess we'll pick those, then," Zhulong responded. "Is there anything else? Maybe we should bake him a pie?"

[I've tried that a few times. I don't think he likes pie. So, let's just stick with offering him the golden apples for now.] A deep voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Okay. Then, let's go." Hop, hop, hop.

Boom, crackle, crackle.

Thunder crackling who knows where, the bun's knees buckled. Was the storm about to come back once again? Why is it raining so much already today? He'd better hurry and head for the orchard before another torrential downpour could harm the land. Ugh, why is this happening today of all days?

Flying off towards the orchard, something smelled fishy. Very fishy. No, were there peanutkoi near the cherry trees again? He thought that he asked Strix to put down a fish repellent! They just keep on coming uninvited every single time the end of the month arrives! When will his brother remember to spray that stuff? Sigh, he's going to have to go buy it himself.

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

Peanut shaped large fishes flying around everywhere, the vampa ducked. Oh, great, the outbreak was worse than last time! He thought he prayed to the Divine Seed Bunny to have this problem go away! Why is it even worse now? Ugh, where's his butterfly net? He has to hurry and catch these things right now before they get near the apple trees!

"Peanutkois again, huh?" Niquel asked. "That's weird, there shouldn't this many at this time of year!"

"I thought your brother was going to put down the fish repellent last week. Did he forget again?" Zhulong asked.

[Probably! But, there's no time to talk. We have to catch them now!] A frantic voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"On it!" Flap, flap, flap.

Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp.

Cherries bitten to bits, the bun swung the butterfly net. Oh, no they don't! He's not letting them eat all the cherries this time! Plop, plop, multiple hitting the net, he could feel them ready to bite through it. Oh, great, these ones are much more feisty than the last ones, too. There's no way he'll be able to fend them off.

Chomp, chomp, chomp.

Net biting the dust, the bun dropped to knees. Back to the cherry tree they go. He has to find a stronger net! But, where? There weren't any more in the shed! Why is this happening today of all days? This is great, just great. The apples are going to bite the dust any second now. He can't let that happen. These pests are going down!

Pal's nets failing as well, the feast continued. There's not going to be any cherries left soon. What in the world is he supposed to do? He really should have bought that pest repellent the other day himself. But, it's too late for that now. Goodbye, cherries, goodbye tree, bring the rain down while they're at it, too.

"Their teeth have gotten so much stronger," Niquel said, voice shaking. "Is there anything we can do?"

"Your powers awakened recently, right?" Zhulong asked.

"Yes. But, I don't know, they're kind of?" Niquel responded drifting off. "Weird."

"Worth a try. Mine don't work against nut fish." A headshake.

Niquel taking a deep breath, the bun wondered. What were Niquel's powers? He's never seen them before. Pal tapping an invisible microphone, he watched carefully. What was she about to unleash? Maybe a fire skill? Would that be effective though? Probably not, if he had to guess. Eyes locked onto the pests, something weird entered the wind.

"What do you call a fish on a barbeque?" Niquel asked. "Grilled!"

Flaming laughing faces racing towards the fish, every single one of them had been singed in an instant. Dashing off towards the tree, the young adult hurried and picked all of the golden ones as fast as he could muster. Putting them all into a bowl, he clapped his hands together. Please, let this work. Sky above him, he was ready. O, Divisee up above, please grace him with their divine presence.

Poof.

Familiar stringy pigtails floating on the wind, the bun help up the apple basket. So, he came after all, huh? He was starting to think he wouldn't show up at all. Divine Seed Bunny locking eyes with him, he was ready. This time, for sure, he'll convince him to redo his divine naming ceremony! Alright, here goes.

"Yes, what is it that you seek, little Lopvampa?" Divisee asked. He then let out a very audible sigh. "It's you again. Let me guess, Unhappy Bunny, you're here to ask me to redo the divine name ceremony again."

[That's right! I want a redo! Please, can you do it again? I have your favorite golden apples!] A shaking voice read out of the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Silly Lopvampa, you think giving me an offering of golden apples would convince me to give you another divine name?" Divisee asked, smile on his face. "Not happening. You are officially Unhappy Bunny. It has been recorded in the scriptures already." He then flew upside down, laughing. "I'd just accept it if I were you." He then took the apples. "Now, unless you have mangos for me, don't call me again until your job assignment day. Bye, bye!"

Poof.

Bam, bam, bam.

Fists dropping down on the ground once more, the waterworks began. Is he going to be stuck with this accursed divine name no matter what? No, he can't give up! He absolutely positively can't let this go! Maybe there's another godbun that would be willing to redo this ceremony! But, who? There weren't any others that presided over this village!

"Maybe we should pray at the Divine Quasar Bunny's statue tomorrow and see if he'll be willing to hear you out," Zhulong said. "Want to try it?"

"Does Quarbu listen to prayers, though?" Niquel asked. "I hear he sometimes ignores them."

"It's worth a shot." A shrug.

[I guess we can try that tomorrow.] A weak voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Alright, we'll pick you up in the morning, then," Niquel responded, nodding. "Let's head to the store now. You'll be needing that fish repellent after all."

Shopping for hours on end, the young adult could not stop thinking. Would Quarbu answer to his summons? He's gone to his statue before a few times during the Wobble Festival. He'll remember him, right? Heading to the comedy club that evening, the storm refused to calm as multiple stand up comedybuns tried to capture the audience's attention.

Returning home to an empty abode, the bun crashed first into the bed. Strix and Deigr really weren't home after all, huh? This house was so empty, cold, alone. Feeling himself about ready to doze off for the late evening, dreamland was ready to push him down into a repeated loop of memories any second now.

Tomorrow would go well, right?

Surely, it would.