Reaching the top of the staircase after what felt like forever, holes aplenty threatened to sink him to the underworld beneath. Why were there pitfalls even in a place like this? Wouldn't such decay make Tundrabu bring down the wrath of ice? Maybe not. Maybe she's sleeping in today. Pressing on, hustle and bustle awaited.

Lopvampa everywhere trying tot get fortune slips, the vampa did a quick count. One, two, ten, thirty, seventy? Why are there so many buns here all at once? Sea begging over and over again for a better fortune slip, he slapped his palm across his face. Oh, he sees now. How tiresome. Just accept the useless paper and go on with their day!

Another hole ready to eat him, a familiar face locked eyes with him on the other side. Evil Bunny pointing at the hole below, the farmer rolled his eyes. Let him guess, they're going to claim responsibility for this, aren't they? Go ahead, say it, they dug all these holes! He can feel it in his tail, it's coming. Any second now.

"It was me, I dug all these holes so everyone would fall after getting their fortune slips!" Evil Bunny shouted. "Aren't I the most evil bun you've ever seen?"

"Naofa, you know you saved at least three kids today, you can drop it," Mellem said, sighing.

"And, besides, you know there was a snowquake last night, right?" Marble asked.

"It's Evil Bunny! My name is Evil Bunny!" Evbu shouted. "And, it was I! I caused the quake with my super evil powers! I can destroy the world!"

"Naofa, Naofa, do another cool magic trick!" a chilbun said.

"Yeah, yeah, make my bad fortune disappear!" another childbun cried.

"Measly scum on the bottom of my shoe, that's because it was I, who gave you even worse luck!" Evbu shouted.

"Could you give it a rest?! You have no such power!" Everyone shouted.

Evbu going on and on about how evil they were, the bun hopped on the line. How can they keep this charade of theirs going? Which godbun gave the divine name Evil Bunny anyway? Maybe on the day of their divine naming ceremony, the godbuns were tired. Why weren't they trying to fight this? Didn't it feel like a gut punch to be named evil? He hardly knew the answer to that. Maybe they wanted this after all.

Multiple buns up ahead crying as they got Worst Luck fortune slips, the waterworks continued. Hearing every single bun one after another screaming out the same thing, the vampa shook his head. Why get so teary eyed over something like this? Come on, it's just a piece of paper! Maybe he should show everyone that when it's his turn.

"That's kind of weird, everyone's getting Worst Luck today," Susu whispered. "Wonder why?"

"Tch, you're getting a fortune, too?" Damla asked. "I thought you were above that, Adventure Bunny."

"What do you mean, Reapha? I always get a fortune slip when I get a chance!" Susu cried.

"Tch, can't believe it. You disappoint me." They shook their head.

"But, you're online getting a fortune, aren't you?" Susu asked, eyebrow rose.

"Of course not, I was assigned to be security today," Reapha responded, claws underneath Susu's chin. "Why would I ever get a stupid little fortune, huh? I'm here to deal with troublesome visitors." As they said such, they hopped forward. "Such as this one over here." Claws underneath their neck, they sliced away. "You. Move it. You're holding up the line. You, too."

"But, I got a terrible fortune! I want another one!" ruffian one shouted.

"Me, too, me too!" ruffian two, shouted.

Slice.

"I said move it. One fortune per bun." There was a loud echo.

Multiple buns running away, the bun's chest grew tight. Reaper Hare sure meant business. Was that why the gods gave them that name? Maybe. Could they get anyone in line with those claws of theirs? If he had to guess, probably. Multiple buns at once getting their fortunes, the cries continued.

Everyone getting Worst Luck like it was their fate, the fights for a redo kept getting louder. Buns even trying to fight the staff at the front, the vampa shook his head. Come on, get it together, everyone! It's just a fortune slip. They meant absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of it all. But, would anyone believe him if he mentioned that? Probably not.

"More troublesome mosquitoes," Reapha groaned. Slice. "Get a move on, we have other buns waiting to get their fortunes."

"No! I demand another one!" the peanut gallery member cried.

"Me, too, me too! I want another one!" the peanut gallery member cried.

"I bet the staff is hiding the good fortune slips under their shirt!" the peanut gallery member cried. "Take them out! Take them out right now and give me my real fortune!"

Slice, slice.

"Anyone else who tries to fight their fortune is getting a slice to the chest, go it?" The voice was booming.

Line suddenly getting quiet, a chill filled the air. Was it just him, or did it get colder all of a sudden? Reapha sure knew how to quiet everyone down, didn't they? No further demands to get their fortune slips redone, the time was almost upon him to get a useless paper slip to call his own. Advenbu turning his way, he could sense it. She's going to ask if he's ready for this.

"It looks like you're next," Susu asked. "Are you ready?"

[To be honest, fortunes are just useless slips of paper.] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Well, you never know, this might help you on your job ceremony today," Susu responded, arms crossed. "Okay, it's your turn. Good luck."

Tired looking Lopvampa with short blue hair groaning from behind the counter, the bun studied the booth in front of him. Multiple little boxes up front looking rather tattered, the bun's ears dropped. Everything looks so worn out. Maybe there's only bad fortunes being given due to the condition of this place? Possibly.

"Hurry up and take your fortune slip," the employee said, yawning. "Can I go home already?"

Small red can handed to him, instructions had come his way. Shake the thing until a fortune slip came out, the young adult almost wanted to give the thing back. Why does this feel more like some sort of game than a so called fortune from a godbun? Oh, well, here goes. Shake, shake, shake. Little slip taking forever to pop up, the vampa soon opened it. But, what awaited upon doing so added another hole to the fractured ground beneath.

-Worst Luck-

-Quit asking for better fortunes every single day. Fate has been bestowed upon thee, and it has been decided that today's luck is the worst possible a LopVampa can receive. Deal with it. A snowy day shall hit you, and you will experience a pitfall and many challenges ahead.-

-Lucky color: who cares?-

-Lucky item: who cares?- 

-Recommendation: accept the first fortune slip you received and move on with your day.-

Reading the slip a second time, the farmer scratched his head. Huh? What kind of fortune is this? Aren't these scams supposed to explain the luck more and warn of things to come? Why does it feel like this was a direct message from the divine above? Maybe Tundrabu swapped out all the paper slips with these when her shrine was closed for the night.

"No, I'm not giving you another one before you ask," the employee yawned.

[I wasn't intending to ask for another one.] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Weird, you got Worst Luck, too?" Susu asked. "I feel like everyone has been getting a worst luck slip today. You going to be okay at your job ceremony this afternoon?"

[Of course I will be! This useless piece of paper doesn't mean a thing!] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers cried.

"Alrighy, well, let's get going," Susu said. "I'm going to take the fast route today. So, hang tight!"

Hopping back towards Susu's abode, the buggy awaited. Buckling up, the young adult crossed his fingers. Please, let today's job ceremony go as smoothly as possible. He's going to be get the job farmer. Everything is going to line up nicely. Speedy roads brushed through, he bid Frosaro farewell.

Hearing the work bells ring in the distance, the vampa closed his eyes. Starting tomorrow, it'll finally be official. There had been many other buns who had done something their entire life before getting their divine name and they got the same job they had working towards, so it will certainly be the same for him. He can feel it, the stars will align this time.

Soon reaching his abode as the eleventh hour passed, the young adult let out a small sigh. Home sweet home. Hello, Seeboro, hello farm. It's been almost three days since he's taken care of the crops. Did Strix and Deigr take care of everything while he was gone? He sure hoped so. Please, don't let anything have been eaten up my pests, he's begging.

"You're home!" Susu cried. "Good luck at your job ceremony."

[Thank you everything. Good luck with your future adventures.] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"No problem, feel free to message me anytime, here's my number!" A piece of paper had been in her paws.

Pocketing the piece of paper, the bun waved one last time as the buggy sped off. Key turned into the lock, the young adult prepared himself to open up to an empty home. Strix and Deigr had probably gone off to work by now, right? Probably, the morning work bell had already gone off after all. Hello, empty home. But, he had soon been proven wrong, in an instant.

Hearing a familiar noise, the vampa's ears perked. Is Strix pacing around again? He's going to wear the floor out in no time. Did something happen while he was gone? Maybe there had been even more vermin buzzing around the farm! Oh, no, did the chocobats multiply? He really needs to take out more traps the next time they show up.

"I can't believe it! While I was working this morning, everyone fell into a hole and I had to pull them out! And, you know what boss told me?" Strix asked, hands on the side of his head. "Boss told me, 'Oh, Stresha, can you do me a favor and seal them up for me? And ya wanna know many holes there were? Hundreds! At least hundreds of them!" Pieces of hair floated on the air as he continued. "And, you wanna know what happened when I fixed them all? More appeared! I can't believe this! I was patching them up until the next morning! It makes me want to pull my hair out!"

"You already are, though," Deigr said, sighing. "I'm surprised he let you go home in the end."

"Well, everyone was injured, so there's no one except me to work!" Strix cried. "If I hadn't asked to go home to take a breather, boss woulda made me do everyone's job all at once! Gah, he gave me that look as I left to come back, I swear he wants to make me die in ten years from overwork!"

Brother continuing to pace around, the glass cracked further. Wait, hold on, there were holes around Strix's workplace too? What's going on? This can't be normal. Was there some kind of major quake that shook the entire world? No, there's no way something like this would cause that, it's impossible. Forget it. Time to announce himself!

[I'm home. Is the farm okay?] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"Welcome home, Siorc," Deigr greeted, waving. "Don't worry, we took care of the farm for you. And, we set down the traps so the vermin can't show up."

"I fed the chickens and ducks, so don't worry 'bout takin' care of the farm for today," Strix said, hands out in front of him. "By the way, your job ceremony is at the sixteenth hour today at the capitol. You want us to stay with you?"

[Nope, I'm an adultbun now, I can go by myself!] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Aight, if ya insist," Strix responded. "Yer friends are waiting for ya at the Juice Bar. Why don't you go say hi to them before ya head to the capitol? You should probs go there early. I hear the godbun in charge likes punctuality above all else."

[Will mama be attending?] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers asked.

"Nope, she's in a different department in the capital," Deigr said, shaking her head. "Knowing her, she's probably going to be holed up in her office for months."

Raincloud ready to pour down, the bun sighed. Classic mama, always too busy for everything. Maybe he was lucky she could witness his divine naming ceremony at all. But, oh well, that's how things always were. Why expect anything else? It's fine, it's not like he needed her for this anyway. Heading to the juice bar, friendly faces soon awaited.

"How did the trip to Frosaro go?" Niquel asked.

"From the look on his face, I think we know the answer to that," Zhulong said, hand on his chin.

[None of the godbuns there would give me a redo on my divine naming ceremony. But, there's going to be a tournament called the Mystic Carrot Bowl that, if I win, I might be able to get one.] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Oh, the Mystic Carrot Bowl, I see," Zhulong said, voice trailing. "I'd be careful if I were you. If you win, it might not be what it's all cracked up to be."

[I'm prepared for that, but maybe if I win, I can finally become Farmbu!] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers exclaimed.

"The Mystic Carrot Bowl, huh? That's not for a month or two. Did your powers awaken?" Niquel asked.

[They did. So, I should be fine. Maybe I'll win.] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"I wish you good luck," Niquel responded between juice sips. "Also, today's your job ceremony, right? We just wanted to tell you something before you go to the capitol."

Serious look on Niquel and Zhulong's face, the atmosphere grew cold. What is this tense feeling he's getting in the air all of a sudden? Oh, no, had these two gotten horrible jobs that weren't suited for them? What was Zhulong's job anyway? Honestly, he didn't know, he never asked. Please, don't let today's job ceremony be a cruel joke!

"Expect the worst today at your job ceremony," Zhulong warned. "Do you want us to go with you just in case?"

[No, I'll be alright. I'm going to go there early. I'm sure it'll be fine! I'll be told I'm a farmer as destiny planned for me!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Still, if I were you, I'd expect the worst," Niquel warned. "If you get anything other than farmer, we'll be here for you if you need to grieve." She then looked at her watch. "Well, I should get going. I have to clean the yard."

Friends hopping away, the young adult cracked his knuckles. It's time to fly to capitol. Skies above him filled to the brim with chocobats, the young adult's earrings grew big. Ugh, shoo vermin, shoo! Hours spent getting from point A to B, the bun prepared himself as the most important building was ready to swallow him whole.

He's here.

Time to prepare himself.