"The time

Has finally come. I'm at the capitol, and

Everything will go smoothly. There's

Just no way that I'll get any

Other job

Besides farmer, right? That's right,

Cause this is my destiny. And,

Everything will be work out this time! The godbuns can't pull a prank on me again! That's

Right, this time

Everything will work out! And once I win the

Mystic Carrot Bowl,

Once and for all, I'll be Farmbu!

No more Unhappy Bunny!

Yes, that's right,

I can be rid of this

Stupid divine name! This mistake that

Had been given to me by the divine!

Everything is bound to work out this time. This is my

Rite of passage!

Everything will work out. But, what

If I do get assigned another job? What if I'm given the job as the godbun's plaything? Oh, no! That

Might happen! That just might.

Roar, no, happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts.

Everything will work out!

Ah, maybe I should pray before I head for the meeting room? That'll

Do! O, great divine above, please let this job ceremony go smoothly!

Yes, that should do.

I should have probably brought some offerings with me, but I don't know what Fortubu

Likes. Maybe I should have asked someone before I came to the capitol. But, it's too

Late for that, I guess.

But, it's fine,

Everything will work out this time.

Let's continue to look

Ahead to a

Bright future. A bright future where

Every single day, I get to continue to work on my farm!

Let the world of Lagozora see how wonderful my family farm is!

Everything will work out. It

Doubt I'll be given

Another job! What else is there to assign me? There's nothing, that's

For sure!

And, if I'm not given the farmer job? I'll

Riot! It was a waste getting a fortune slip. It's not like it'll do anything to

My fate anyway.

Everything will be fine, peachy. A

Riveting world of crops

Awaits me after this job ceremony comes to an end.

So, if you're listening dear divine

Above, please o, please

Let this job ceremony goes as planned! And

Let's home mama is there for mine!

Well, she's probably to busy, but I have

A little bit of hope

She might be there!

Man, I've been waiting so long for this moment.

Everything will work out just fine!

Ah, maybe I can expand the farm soon, too?

Now, that will be great! I can

Try to get more fields

To grow more veggies!

Or, perhaps, I can even

Build another shed?

Ehe, the possibilities."

Reaching the meeting room, an empty place awaited him. Where is everyone? Wasn't the job ceremony supposed to be filled to the brim with buns? Had it been rescheduled? Maybe he had gotten here a little too early. What hour was it? Ah, it was close to the sixteenth hour, never mind. Maybe he had come too late instead.

Buns flocking in one after another all at once, the bun almost fell onto his rump. So, now everyone was here? Maybe he should have waited to enter the meeting hall after all. Only about twenty other buns beside him, he rose an eyebrow. That was a pretty small crowd. Weren't job ceremonies often attended by hundreds of buns a month? Maybe he had been mistaken.

Chatter abound about how there were many holes opened up everywhere, the bun sighed. Just how many buns fell through pitfalls? Maybe he should help Strix cover up some more of them after he's done here today. That would be a good idea. Noise dying down as a blinding light cracked through the ceiling, the bun folded his hands together. O, divine above, please allow him to continue to be a farmer for the next few millenniums to come.

"Only twenty one of you today?" an important voice asked. Something else had been said, but almost no one could hear it.

Standing at the podium had been a tall, important dark skinned imperial winged rabbit with a strange look of disgust on their face. Half of the face covered up with a bandage, they had short yellow hair tied into two high pigtails. Only visible eye and paws the same color, the bun couldn't help but notice something quite strange. Why did they look like they've had enough? White robe looking rather slovenly, he crossed his fingers. Please, Fortubu, let him remain a farmer!

"Alright, since it looks like no one else is going to show up, let's start the job ceremony," Fortubu said in a slightly annoyed tone. "When I call your divine name, come to the privacy box, and you shall be granted your career."

"Wait, hold on! Should we really be doing this?" a voice asked from the crowd. "There's holes everywhere!"

"Yeah! There's supposed to be much more of us here!" another voice cried.

"Worry not, those who have been injured due to bad luck will get a rain day," Fortubu said. "Alright, let's get this started."

Multiple buns getting sent into the privacy box slowly, the bun sighed. It's going in alphabetical order, huh? Guess he'll be called last. Unless there was someone here with a W? Looking around, not a single bun's name was a letter after him. Sigh, guess he's getting his moment last after all.

Buns told to head for the mess hall once their job is given to them, the bun waited. It's almost his turn. Soon, any moment now. He'll be told, from this day forth, your job shall be farmer. Oh, he can feel it now! Any second now. Any moment now. Three, two, one. Hour passing, the spotlight was ready to eat him next.

"Unhappy Bunny, step into the privacy box," Fortubu demanded.

Zoom.

Hopping into the privacy box, the bun's tail bopped from behind him. It's time, it's time! Here it comes, from this day forth, your job shall be farmer! He can hear it already! This is how it was meant to be. Divine Rabbit of Good Fortune dropping in, he swore a look of disgust painted the godbun's face.

"Ugh, you're the mortal demanding to have your divine name changed!" Fortubu cried. "I have the perfect job for you." He then cleared his throat. "From this day forth--."

Oh, gosh, here it comes!

Here it comes!

From this day forth, his job shall be: farmer!

"--Your job shall be: the god's little plaything!"

Crack. Boom.

World ready to crack into hundreds of pieces, the bun dropped down onto his knees. No, what? What did that godbun just say? The god's little plaything? No, this has to be a joke, right? Some kind of prank? It probably was, haha. So funny, they sure got him this time! Palms shaking as he drew a steamed face on the Talkmaster B's screen, his heart raced. Come on, let this be a little joke.

[You're joking, right? Alright, give me my real job, please!] A crying voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers shouted.

"Nope, that's your job now, you're our little plaything, congratulations!" Fortubu shouted.

Crack. Boom.

Fanfare playing, everything spun. No, why? What about the farm? Please, can he have a redo? There's no way that's a real job! Please, pull the rug from under him already, he's begging! He's a farmer, that's what he's meant to be! The god's plaything? What does that even mean? Alright, enough jokes, can they rewind?

[But, I'm a farmer! What about my farm?] A crying voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers shouted.

"Oh, you can work on that stupid farm of yours after you're dismissed from your duties every day!" Fortubu shouted. "You'd better get used to this, little plaything. You're going to be having a lot of fun with us for awhile." He then laughed. Bye bye, go to the mess hall now!"

Hopping off towards the mess hall, everything burned. Why? Why is this happening? God's little plaything? What kind of job even is that? Please, let him redo this ceremony, too! There's no way he can let this be his career for the rest of this life. Is this because he asked to have his divine naming ceremony redone too many times? Seating himself at the furthest table away, a ton of sighs filled the room.

"I don't get it, they assigned me the job janitor," a deep voice said. "What about you, Justice Hare?"

"Food inspector, can you believe this?!" another deep voice cried. "Justice will be served for this career path!"

"Hon, maybe this job is a good thing," a tenor voice said.

"Oh, really? How can you say that when we all got some pretty nasty ones," a feminine voice asked. She then turned. "Huh? Oh, you're Unhappy Bunny. Nice to meet you. Did you get a terrible job, too?"

Sitting furthest from the left had been a rather tall LopVampa with short messy green hair and a goatee. Golden eyes to match, he turned his attention to his shirt. Silly Hare, huh? They looked so serious, though. How strange. Hare on their shirt sticking out their tongue, he looked at the next bun. Taller masculine bun with long black hair going down to about his rump, he too had golden eyes. Black hare on his shirt looking ready to fight, the name Justice Hawk had been printed beneath it. Well, that one most certainly looked like it fit him.

Looking at Justice Hare with longing eyes had been a much shorter masculine LopVampa with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail. Light blue shirt with a kissy faced hare on it, beneath had been the name Cheeky Hare. Seeing such, the vampa did a double take. Uh, maybe he read that wrong. Short lop girl next to him with light orange hair pulled into twin drills, he did a double take at her divine name as well. Fairy Lop? That sure was on the nose. Maybe a too little on the nose, if he's being honest. Scribbling away, he wondered. What jobs did Cheeky Hare and Fairy Lop get?

[Please, don't call me Unhappy Bunny! That's not my name! I'm going to enter the Mystic Carrot Bowl and have my divine naming ceremony redone! I'm Siorc, nice to meet you. What jobs did you all get? You all don't seem too happy about yours.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Well, as you already heard, I got the job janitor," Silly Hare sighed. "My name Silly Hare, by the way, I guess you can see that, though from my shirt. I kind of wish I got something better. Like Business Hare. You know? I was meant to be behind the desk as a CEO someday. Oh, well, you can call me Siha or Rede, my previous name."

"I'm Justice Hare, and mark my words, justice will be served to this job I have received!" Justice Hare shouted, fist in the air. "I was meant to be serve justice to everyone as Robin, the Justice Bringer!"

"Okay, okay, you don't have to get so gung ho about it," Fairy Lop said, sighing. "Well, my name is Fairy Lop." She sighed. "The godbuns thought it would be so funny to just make my divine name what I literally am, a fairy." She then sighed again. "My job? Ugh, I don't even want to repeat it. Truck destroyer. I have to crush totaled vehicles or something. I don't get it! You can call me Ulka, by the way. Or, I guess, when the gods are around, Failo. Also, don't listen to Justha, he rambles on all the time."

"You want to know my job too, do you? Well, I suppose I'm willing to share," Cheeky Hare said. "My job is to remain the devoted boyfriend of Justice Hare!"

"Cheeha, come on, could you just tell him your real job? We have to leave soon!" Failo shouted.

"Alright, if you insist," Cheeky Hare said, sighing. "Greeting, hon, my name is Cheeky Hare, but you can call me Raven. As for my job, unfortunately, I got kiss booth operator."

Jobs burning in his eardrums, the glass cracked further. What in the world are these jobs? Kiss booth operator, truck destroyer? Maybe they should enter the Mystic Carrot Bowl and have them changed to whatever job they think fits them. That's allowed, right? Maybe he should mention it to them.

[I got the job god's little plaything. Why don't you guys enter the Mystic Carrot Bowl with me? Maybe if any of you win, you can have your jobs changed!] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers cried.

"Nah, I'm good, I don't like fighting," Rede said.

"I'll get justice in my own way!" Robin shouted.

"Nah, hon, it's all good," Raven said. "I'll just do a terrible job and get fired, no biggie. But, if you want, hon and I can train you so you can win."

"What Cheeha said," Ulka said. "So, you're joining the Mystic Carrot Bowl? I'd be careful if I were you, there might be something hiding underneath the surface." She then turned around. "Well, it looks like it's probably time to go. The mess hall is closing." She then scribbled something. "If you want, I can train you at some point. So, here, here's my number. Tootles. Oh, and here's Raven's too."

Returning home, everything burned. Why? Why were the godbuns doing this? God's little plaything, kiss booth operator? Just what were these jobs? Plopping down on his bed the tears had begun to fall as extreme fatigue ate the bun alive. Thoughts looping on and on, one last thought anchored the weight down upon him.

No way, he's not going to be the god's little plaything.

He needs to speed towards getting fired right away!