Finding himself back in the guestroom, the bun rubbed his eyes. What happened just now? The diacats, the pearldogs, was that all a dream? Maybe it had been, he doesn't know. Feeling something sticky, the farmer's head spun. Huh, what's this sticky adhesive doing on his neck? What happened again? He needed to try and remember.

Combing through his memory, the vampa blinked. Oh, right, he went to the well with Iomra and Izzet, that's right. And what happened after that? Ah, the leader of the pearldogs was there, and? What's this bitter taste on his tongue? Aha, maybe it wasn't a dream after all. Is there still some pests lying around? He can't lie around here like this! Malati hopping towards him, he lifted himself up from the covers.

"Good to see ya woke up," Malati said, she then shook her head. "If ya plan on askin' 'bout the little vermin problem, it's been takin' care of, so ya ain't gotta fret." She then paused for a moment. "Anaway, ya gotta stay down for today. I wouldn't be movin' 'round too much if I were ya."

Silence filling the room the bun scratched the side of his head. Had they all really been taken care of? Maybe there were some still hiding on the roof. He can't just stay here like this! And, besides, any second now, and the godbuns would demand he do something for them again. It was almost the tenth hour by now, he could feel it. Reaching for the Talkmaster B, he turned the knobs with a fury.

Little halo drawn, the farmer almost wanted to erase that. Maybe that's a little too direct? No, it's fine, that would get the point across just fine. Probably, anyway. Or, maybe it wouldn't? Forget it, keep drawing. Crude scribbles of relics added to the mix, the robotic voice soon blasted through the speakers.

[Are you sure?! There could be more hiding somewhere! We have to go look for them!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I told ya we took care of alla that," Malati said, shaking her head. "Don't fret, they're all gone. And, even if there were any more, ya really gotta stay down for today. Ya swallowed a whole thinga rhubarb, ya know."

Reminder coming his way, the bun closed his eyes. Oh, right, that happened. But, is this really necessary? It's fine, he can handle it. He can't sit around here like this, he's already in enough hot water with Seasobu as it is! Any second now, and the work bell would ring! It'll be game over before he knows it at this rate!

[It's fine, I can handle a little rhubarb. I'm a farmer back at home, you know. This is nothing. Besides, the godbuns are going to ask me to do work for them again any second now!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers. But, a headshake had come his way.

"It wasn't just a little rhubarb, and ya know it," Malati said, shaking her head. "I dunno how it works in Seeboro, but 'round these parts, that veggie can kill, plain an' simple." She then placed him back down into a laying position. "For now just in case, ya gotta stay down. Don't fret 'bout them godbuns. They ain't gonna bother you for nothin'. Least not today." She then stepped aside. "I gotta head to the ruins. I'll see ya later. You can finish your mission to find all the lost relics tomorrow, aight?"

Bun leaving, the vampa sighed once again. Was this measure really necessary? It's not like he couldn't handle a little rhubarb. Okay, a lot of rhubarb, excuse him. Everything burning, the bun closed his eyes. Well, he guessed he could sleep for a little while. But, only for a little while. Dreamland ready to call him back in, he could feel himself drift away. Goodnight.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the sixth hour. 

It's the sixth hour!

Meeting time, meeting time! Wake up, all you lazy ruin dwellers, you're needed at the water tower!

Rubbing his eyes, the bun blinked. Huh, did he sleep the whole day away? But, such thoughts wandered away as the morning bell rung once again. How strange, this was the second one since he came here for this job. Just what is going on in Oriza? Well, a lot of things, he supposed. Too much, maybe. Yawn, goodnight again.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the eighth hour.

It's the eighth hour.

All morning shift LopVampas, head to your stations immediately!

Lifting himself up from the bed, the bun yawned. Was it just him, or had the work bells been far more frequent lately? Ah, well, who knows, maybe he had always been too caught up on the farm to notice them. Probably. Fixing up the guest bed, the bun hopped towards the restroom. Doing a quick spritzing, the vampa sighed as he gazed at his reflection.

Crimson marks painting his neck, everything shook. Where did this come from? Maybe he swallowed more rhubarb than he thought. No, no, it's fine, it was only a little bit. Happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts. He has a job to do today. Hair pulled up into a curly bun from the back, a set of heart hairpins and earrings clicked into place.

Heading to the kitchen, silence soon awaited the vampa. Bowl of stew waiting on him by the counter, the bun gazed at the note attached to it. Eyeballing it for a moment, the young adult shrugged. Looks like Malati had something to get done today. What's happening at the water tower? No, no, it's not his business. He's just a guest here, after all!

Bok choi stew down the hatch, the bun tried to keep it together. Ugh, why was it so bitter? No, no, it was delicious. Meaty cabbage stew, how tasty. Scrubbing the table, the bun crossed his fingers. Please, godbuns above, whatever they do, don't give him twice the relics to look for today. He'll make up for yesterday's minor problem, he promises.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the tenth hour.

It's the tenth hour!

All daytime LopVampas, report to your stations immediately!

Heading off towards the door, the farmer wondered. Which ruins should he go to today? Checking the map for a moment, he squinted. Is it just him, or did the bottom portion look different today? What was the name of that set of ruins? Oh, right, Ursami and Ursama. Maybe he should go to both of those for today. Scribbling down a note, he headed for the door.

But, such action had been cancelled before he could even move a muscle. Blinding light overtaking the room, the vampa grit his teeth. Oh, no, who's coming down now? Dear godbuns above, he oh so apologizes for yesterday's interruption. It won't happen again, he swears on the next two thousands years of his life! Please, let him head to the ruins now!

"Hi, hi, little plaything!" an imperial voice cried. "Drop everything that you're doing, and look right at me because I have the job for you!"

Looking upward for a moment, the farmer's jaw dropped at who waited for him up above. Flying towards him with a sinister smirk on their face had been a tall dark skinned divine rabbit with shiny, dark purple hair pulled into stringy ringed ponytails that barely fell below their chin. Rest of their locks in a bob cut, everything popped. Wait a second, they sent the Divine Rabbit of Wisterias here? Why them? Please, send someone, anyone else? He doesn't have any flowers for them, sorry! Oh, he is so getting punished today!

Godbun cracking their knuckles, the bun pulled down his ears. Oh, no, Wistebu is definitely planning something! Quick, what did he learn in school about this one? Oh, right, nothing, he totally forgot. That portion of the textbooks was blank. Wait, why was that again? Forget it, he can't remember. Locking eyes with them, he crossed his fingers. Please, have mercy on him!

[But I still haven't finished finding all the lost relics in Oriza yet!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers. But, such had been met with intense guttural laughter.

"You walked away from that, though, didn't you, you silly mortal?!" Wistebu cried. "Come on, let's go, Unhapbu, we're heading to Flameachago!"

Flameachago brought to his attention, the bun's rump plopped onto the ground. He's going where now?! Did he hear that correctly just now?! No, there's no way he can go there! Wasn't that place known as The City That Could Explode Every Time You Blink? Yes, that was the tagline. Please, can he go anywhere else?

[Sorry, I just remembered, I have to housesit while Malati's at work! I can't leave until she comes back!] A robotic voice cried.

"Nice try, you little fibber, that's not going to work!" Wistebu cried, giggling. "We're leaving in a few! Go write little Mild Lop a note so we can get going, chop, chop! Make it sound as sad as possible while you're at it!"

Reaching for a pen, the bun sighed. He's not coming back to Oriza, is he? Scribbling down words of farewell, the bun placed the sheet onto the kitchen table. So long, Malati, so long, ruins, so long everyone else, looks like he won't ever see this village ever again. Closing the door behind him, a carriage soon awaited.

"Hurry up and hop in!" Wistebu cried. "And, you'd better not run away again this time, or else I'll send a certain some bunny your way! And, you wouldn't want that, now would you?"

Certain some bunny bouncing around in his eardrums, the vampa gulped. Wait, who do they mean? Ah, forget all of that. Whoever it was, he probably didn't want to meet them. Hopping into the carriage, the creature was off to the races. Staring off into space, the questions had begun to roll themselves around within.

Why did he have to go to Flameachago? Why there, of all places? Just what kind of job could the godbuns possibly have for him there? Please, just fire him instead! There's absolutely no way he's not going to end up a piece of charcoal no matter where he goes there. Right, he's been a bad, bad, bun. He's missed so many days of work. Give him the boot already!

Burning world off in the distance, the farmer tried to resist the urge to bite his nails clean off. He knew it, Flameachago has exploded already today! What's a bun supposed to do at a time like this when that happens? Lay low to the ground and hurry back home! Ha ha, too late for that now, wasn't it? He's going straight there.

Carriage twisting to the left, the bun closed his eyes. Please, can this thing turn around, just a little? Oh, he knows! There's a perfect place they can go instead! Crescendia. O, please, divine above, if they can hear him, have this little cart turn around and head elsewhere. Plopping down a bunch of carrots, his hands stayed clapped together.

But, such prayers remained unheard. Creature racing towards the boiling world, the bun rocked back and forth. It's close, he's almost there. It's over, isn't it? He's going to be a toasted bun any second now. Sorry, Strix, sorry Deigr, looks like he's not going to be able to maintain the farm anymore. Goodbye, world.

"Stop shaking like a little leaf and prepare yourself!" Wistebu cried. "Tch, I don't get why you're so afraid for, Unhappy Bunny! Whatever, your first job is to shoot the incoming pearldogs! And, make sure you get them straight in the ears, or else, I'm speeding up the carriage!"

Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!

Pearldogs racing towards him the farmer almost fell out of the carriage. Where did these come from?! Oh, great, they're everywhere! Did he have a gem critter removal pistol on him? No, of course he didn't, why would he? He's done for. May as well wave the white flag while he still can!

"What? You don't have a pistol on you? You should have had one on you!" Wistebu cried. They then snapped their fingers. "Tch, you mortals need me for everything. There you go!" They then sized him up. "Oh, wait, that's right, you can turn your little accessories into weapons. Tsk, tsk, why am rewarding you? Oh, well. Better shoot their brains out now, or they're going to drop that. And you don't want that, now do you, Unhapbu?"

Placing his fingers on the trigger, the bun's ears kept on twitching. Stop it, stop calling him that. He's not Unhappy Bunny! Pearldogs racing towards him, he tried to focus. Forget it, they're coming right at him. Aim for the ears, blow their brains out! Gross, no, don't do that. Bullets racing towards the pups he swore he could hear the divine laugh. Is he not doing it fast enough?! He's trying his best here!

Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof!

Army coming his way faster than he could blink, the young adult kept the bullet dance going. Why were there so many coming this way?! He doesn't know anymore, but he'd better hurry and get rid of them. Any second now, and he would definitely be in Flameachago. Here goes, three, two, one, take this, Vermin Shot Fully Loaded!

Pearldogs dropping one after another, a sigh of relief washed over the bun. That should do it, right? Observing the area, the bun shook. Unless there was more hiding somewhere ready to strike from behind? No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts! There's definitely none left here, that's for sure! Or is there? Please, no! No more gem vermin, thanks!

Carriage racing off towards the finish line, the bun drummed his fingers on his skirt. What job could possibly be waiting for him in Flameachago anyway? He doesn't know, but he had a sinking feeling he would have to clear out some more vermin there, too. Hmm, if that's the case, fine, en garde! Bring it on. But, is it just him, or had there been far more outbreaks ever since he had his divine naming ceremony? No, no, of course not! He's being silly. Nothing out of the ordinary here.

Sweat beading down his neck, the bun fanned himself. Woah, it sure was a scorcher here. Had it been the middle of summer here? Shaking his head, he tried to focus. This is Flameachago, for crying out silent! It was summer here all day, all night, all year round! Or something, who knows? Carriage stopping, a brand new terror soon awaited him.

Flaming mountain crackling up a storm, the bun almost dropped out of the carriage once more. Wait, why are they stopping here? Did Wistebu make some kind of mistake? They had to have, right? Smirk appearing on their face, everything burned. No, they're not thinking of? They are, aren't they?

"You're here! Welcome to Mt. Flameachago!" Wistebu said, arms spread out in front of them. "I'm sure you know what I want you to do, right? Jump in there!" They then giggled. "Don't, and you won't be allowed to participate in the Mystic Carrot Bowl!" They then placed the pathetic, sorry mortal on the edge. "In fact, I'll give you a little push, see you later, bye bye!"

Yoink.

Hot boiling death trap ready to eat him, the bun closed his eyes.

Hello, Mt. Flameachago.

Goodbye, world.