"I might have imagined it, but I think I saw another message up in

The sky when Malati took me back to her

Home in the carriage. At least, I think I did. What did

It say? Oh, I think I know, I

Need a second to try and recall. Oh, come here, godbuns, get your rumps over here and take us on! Or, something like that, I don't

Know, if I'm being honest. What

Is happening in Sagitago? I think I should ask Malati about it, but

She keeps telling everyone who

Asks that it's not anyone's business

What's happening over there.

And, I guess she's right. It's

Not my business. Nor should I make it my business.

Of course, I'm not an Oriza resident, so maybe

That doesn't apply to me. Maybe I can just go over there myself, and

Have a look, but, even still, I don't think I should do that, probably.

Even though I kind of want to. They keep leaving messages in the sky that us buns can

Read, so, perhaps I should. I don't know.

Malati did say something about them not being to friendly to outsiders.

Even so, I probably should just

See what's going on. Oh, I know, I definitely

Should! Oh, right, of course! If I go over there, I

Am basically shirking orders! Why didn't I think about this before?

Guess I'm Siorcing work, haha!

Eh, now is not the time to be making puns!

In any case, that's a brilliant idea!

No way they'll have me be their little plaything anymore after

This! Oh, maybe I should even

Head to the other village next to Sagitago? The further away I go, the better!

Eh, actually, no, I probably

Shouldn't go too far, I'll have no idea how to return to Oriza. I should

Keep it close.

Yes, let's not fool around too much!

Why go to that level to shirk work?

Hmm, though, if I

End up going further away, that might have even more of a reason for the godbuns to fire me!

Now, that's a brilliant idea!

Why didn't I think about this on day one?

Ehe, now I'm cooking

With fire! This time, for sure, I'll

End up getting fired, and they'll have to

Redo my job ceremony, and I can finally be given the job of a farmer! It's the only one that'll

Ever be right for me! Okay, so I think, I

Could maybe head east after going to Sagitago?

Of course, of course, I think there

Might be a city to the east of Sagitago?

I don't know! At least, I think so!

Not sure,

Guess I'll have to find out! Woo, I'm a

Bad, bad, bun! Would you look at that, gobduns, I

Am a bad, bad bun that goes awol after finding two whole relics!

Can't you see that I'm not someone you'd ever want to work with?

Kekeke, this has got to work!"

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

Loud racket jolting him awake in the middle of the night, the bun rubbed his eyes. What time is it? Oh, it's the third hour. Is Izzet at the door again? Hopping out of the guest bed, a new set of problems was ready to drag him away again. Alright, who's being held hostage by a Lopvampa who once was this time?

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

"You there, hand over the Seeboro guy you got hiding here!" a high pitched voice cried.

"Sorry, who are you?" Malati asked. "And, how do ya know that?"

"Does it matter how I know that, Oriza scum?" the high pitched voice asked. "Either hand him over, or your house is gonna get it! And you don't want that, do you?" Ssssss.

"Listen, I ain't want no trouble," Malati said, hands up in the air. "I'm sorry, I didn't see nothin, promise. Now, please, could ya go back to Sagitago? Really, I ain't see nothin'." But, such had been cut off with a loud sizzling sound.

"I said, hand over the Seeboro guy you hiding here, Oriza scum!" The voice boomed.

Standing in the corner with a collected of bound red sticks had been a tall, skinny adult Lopvampa woman with short shadowy black hair pulled into two high heart shaped buns. Ears hanging low, her teal eyes were slightly lopsided for some reason. Looking at her shirt, the bun squinted. Huh, her divine was Dancer Lop? Maybe she should have Gangster Lop instead. Wings looking like they've seen better days, his knees buckled. She's coming straight at him, should he run?

"Please, ya gotta back down, I didn't see nothin'!" Malati cried again.

"Oh, save it, Oriza scum, I know you saw our messages!" Dancer Lop cried. She then wrapped her arms around her prize. "I'm taking him now, bye bye!"

Dropped into a chariot, the bun shook. Where is she taking him? Oh, no, he saw the sky messages! Sorry, she's got the wrong bun! He's not from Seeboro! Nope, he's uh, he's from Rubalasine! Right, that's where he's from. What's Seeboro? Never heard of that place! Nope, never in his life! Seeboro who? He doesn't know her!

Starlit path speeding up the world around him, the bun's eyes sparkled. This place is so pretty. But, he soon buried such with a cough. Now is not the time to be impressed. Chariot dropping down at lightning speed, a strange hatch had soon taken him away. Blinding lights everywhere, he studied the new place.

Finding himself in a checkered room floor, spotlights had littered the place. Buns aplenty spinning their head on the ground, the vampa tilted his head. Is this Sagitago? He didn't know why, but this felt quite different from how he pictured it. Well, oh well. Not everything is always what it's cracked up to be, he guessed.

"Guys, I brought the goods!" Dancer Lop cried. But, such had been met with a groan.

"Dove, are you serious right now?" one voice asked.

"Yeah, we told you not to make any sudden moves!" another voice said.

"You were supposed to wait for him to come to us!" a third voice said. "Now, you ruined everything, you know that?"

"First of all, no I didn't! And second, it's better this way!" the one named Dove shouted. "Elenk, you're supposed to be on my side! You too, Folu, Gloine! I thought we were a team!"

Studying the leftmost bun for a moment, the vampa could feel more questions than answers start to form. Standing at the center of the dance floor with an annoyed look on their face had been a young looking LopVampa man with bright light purple hair that barely reached below the chin. Whiskers on his face, his shirt had been even more puzzling. What kind of divine name is Old Pika supposed to be? Round ears looking shiny as well, he shook his head. Nothing about this makes sense.

Looking his way with a goofy face had been a tall dark skinned LopVampa with shiny blue hair pulled into a puffy bun. Orange eyes looking like they were about to burst into flames, he turned attention to his shirt. Little pika with a tie, the text beneath read, Science Pika. Uh, okay? That didn't make any sense either. This pika didn't look anything like they were into that sort of thing.

Coming his way with a headshake had been a short dark skinned LopVampa man with a short pinkish red mohawk. Slightly sour look on his face, his huge pink eyes looked like they had seen better days. Orange shirt entirely too big on him, he read the name for a quick moment. Pouty Pika? He can see that, maybe a little. Actually, no he can't, never mind.

"We are a team, and since we're a team, you're supposed to not make any sudden moves!" Old Pika cried. He then sighed. "Too late now, whatever." He then waved. "Hi, I guess, I'm Elenk. As you can see, I am not old. Never, under any circumstances call me Olpi, got it?" He then sighed. "This was not how we were supposed to meet. You were supposed to follow us here, reading our messages through the smoke. But, looks like our little dancer over here just couldn't wait!"

"Don't you dare call me Dancer Lop!" Dove shouted. "Listen, listen, we got something we gotta tell ya, so sit tight for a second?"

"Wait, before you ruin everything else, let me have a go at this guy!" Science Pika cried, hands waved in the air. "We finally meet. I'm Folu. You know, it was pretty cool of you to go beg the gods for a redo on your divine naming ceremony. Kinda admirable. Okay, not really, it's pretty stupid, but you know what? I'll root for you to win the Mystic Carrot Bowl, I guess. Also, never call me Scipi, I am Folu."

"I don't know why Dove couldn't have waited for him to just, come to us. Whatever, too late now," Pouty Pika said, sighing. "I'm Gloine. And, there's something we want to ask you."

[Go ahead, I'm all ears.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You'd better be all ears!" Dove shouted. "You saw our messages, right?"

[I did, and I apologize if I wasn't supposed to.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Oh, that's all water under the bridge now!" Dove cried. "Say, so since you're in the know, I have a question! Have you considered fighting the gods to get your redo? I mean, think about it! If we pummel the snot out of them, they'll have to let us get the true names we were supposed to have!" She then rose a fist. "You know what I'm sayin?"

"Yeah! Now we're talkin!" Elenk said.

"She's talking sense for a change!" Folu shouted.

"Fight the gods, fight fight!" Gloine cried.

Party of four rambling on and on for hours on end about their plan, the bun couldn't help but wonder. Should he join in on this as well? Maybe he should. Drawing down a maybe, the bun excused himself. It's about time he goes back to Oriza for now before the godbuns find him.

Wait.

Oh, no.

That blinding light! No.

Poof.

"What do you think you're doing here, shirking work?" Seasobu asked, voice booming. "Let's go!"

Poofed back to Oriza, the bun shook. How did they find him? Tossed back in the ruins, the bun swore he could see sharp eyes on him all day. Returning to the guest bed, the vampa tossed himself down onto the covers with a loud thud. World of dreams ready to take him away, one last thought prickled him with thorns.

Should he, perhaps, consider fighting the godbuns, too?

Maybe he should.