"I don't understand. I really don't know what just happened. Is this

My punishment for when

I was pulled away to Sagitago?

No? Okay, maybe? Probably. It's not my fault that

Series of events happened!

I couldn't help that Dancer Lop

Decided to take me to that underground dance hall! I didn't

Even think she would do that! And, it wasn't

My fault that I couldn't work after

The rhubarb incident either. I would have if it were up to me! I

Feel like this is definitely some sort of punishment, and I just have to live with that fact for the moment. I feel

Like the godbuns want me to feel their wrath for some reason!

Ah, I should have maybe give them some offerings. I don't get it, I really don't. Every single day of

My life, I tended to the farm, I prayed, gave them offerings,

Everything! And, now I'm Unhappy Bunny, I'm their little plaything,

And now I'm being

Chucked into Mt. Flameachago! This

Has to be some kind of punishment for

Asking for a redo, this has to be my punishment for begging to

Get fired. This has to be some kind

Of punishment for the past couple of days. If it's not, I don't know

What is! I always read in my textbooks that the godbuns forgive all,

Had I read that wrong?

Ahaha, maybe I did, or maybe I remembered

That all wrong. Or, maybe my eyes were burning

In honey the entire time, or

Something. That's probably it, I bet.

This feels so strange, I don't know what to do. I should

Have apologize harder. Or, maybe

I should have made them a cake. Not like Malati had the ingredients for

Such, but I should have, I really should

Have. Oh, no, what if they decide to redo my divine naming ceremony as extra punishment, too?

Oh, no, what if they give me an even worse name like Self Destruction Bunny?

What will I do then?

Ah, no, come on, that's probably not going to happen! Right?

Maybe there's a chance it will.

I don't know! There's

No telling what the godbuns have up their sleeve, is there?

Oh, just stop that! It's fine! I'll win

The Mystic Carrot Bowl and get that redo!

Don't doom, don't gloom,

Everything is going to be

Alright! Of course it will be!

Don't doom, don't gloom!

Everything will be fine! I'll be

Victorious in the Mystic Carrot Bowl!

Everything will go as planned, and then I'll finally get to be Farmer Bunny!

No matter what, I have to look to the skies.

It'll be alright.

Don't doom, don't gloom, it'll all go fine.

Of course, that is if, I'm

Not a bunch of ashes by

The time this is all over. I don't

Know if I'll survive this! There's

Next to no chance, is there?

Of course there isn't.

What do I do if I do survive

This? That, I simply don't know.

Okay, okay, enough of being a

Big old downer.

Everything will be

Fine. I'm sure it'll go

Alright. Of course,

I'm sure this will go alright. Yes, that's

Right, I'll survive this somehow."

Blinking awake, the bun rubbed his eyes. Where is he? What happened again? Oh, right, Wistebu tossed him towards Mt. Flameachago. Has he died and crossed the horizon? Maybe he had. Pinching himself, the bun hissed. Nope, he's alive. Weird, shouldn't he be a pile of ashes on an altar by now or something?

Gazing at the world around him, a piping hot bog soon awaited him. Lower body ready to sink into mud beneath, the bun let out a scream. Woah, where did this all come from? Someone, please help him, he's about to be eaten! Squirming, he tried to break free. Nothing doing, he closed his eyes. It's been a nice hundred years, he guessed. Goodbye.

"Looks like we've got trubble!" a high pitched voice cried.

"It's pronounced trouble," an annoyed voice said, sighing.

"Does it matta?!" the first voice cried. "We've got trubble!"

"Yes, it does matter!" an annoyed voice cried. "What's the trouble? Point it out to me."

"And the prize for the person who can't see what's right in front of them goes to Fawn Pika!" a third voice cried.

"Say that name again and I'll pull your ear off, got it?" the second voice cried.

"Um, everyone?" a fourth voice asked. "Uh, you know, that the more we talk, the quicker this guy's gonna get consumed by the bogigator, right?"

"Oh, right, we have to rescue this guy from the boje!" A shout.

"Oh, by the divine above, someone fix Kraken Pika's words right now!" the one named Fawn Pika cried. "Whatever, fine, I see them." Hopping forward, the voice sighed again. "How did one of those Seeboro buns get here? Come on, you three, help this person get out."

Light coming back, the bun huffed. Woah, the bog is thick here. Gazing upwards towards the sky, the young adult almost fell back into the swampy world beneath him. Crackling flames up above, everything hit. This place, is it inside Mt. Flameachago? No, that can't be, there's no way that's possible, right?

"Woah, we sabed him, awesome!" the first bun said. "What brings you here to the Sappharicha Bog? Did some Goje send you to help us with that?"

"You're just making fun of me at this point, aren't you?" the second bun groaned. "Yes, we saved him, and I'm pretty sure a god sent him." The person then sighed. "Seriously, why are you here? Who threw you into Mt. Flameachago?"

"Pretty sure it was Wistebu?" the third bun asked.

"Um, yeah? Probably?" the fourth bun said.

Studying the buns for a moment, the bun almost scratched his head. Standing on many tentacles had been a short, green skinned young adult LopVampa lady. Short peach hair that went down to about her shoulders, he placed his finger on his chin. Had there been some buns who were supposed to live under the sea? Maybe this place was a sea village. Looking at her shirt for a moment, everything clicked. Kraken Pika, huh? Makes sense, maybe? Or, maybe not.

Standing next to her with a look of pure rage on her face had been a short tan young adult LopVampa girl with short magenta hair pulled into two side pigtails. Huge green eyes covering more than half of her face, for whatever reason, on the top of her head had been antlers. Words Fawn Pika beneath a bright pink pika with antlers, he almost wanted to slap a palm on his forehead. These divine names were sure on the nose, weren't they?

Looking ready to have a one versus one with him at any given moment had been a tall LopVampa guy with short spiky white hair looking about ready to recede at any given moment. Bright green shirt with the words Competitive Pika on it, the bun rose his hands in the air. Uh, sorry, he's lost the fight. He doesn't know which one, but he's definitely lost it. Please, don't challenge him!

Shaking his head in the center of it all had been a dark skinned LopVampa guy who had been a few centimeters taller than him. Or, had they been the same height? He didn't know, it was hard to tell. Light brown hairdo covering nearly half of his face, the pika's eyebrows were quite furrowed for some reason. Eyeing his shirt, the bun did a double take. Pricky Pika? Was he really reading that right? Maybe not. Reaching for his Talkmaster B, he scribbled away as fast as he could.

[That's right, Wistebu sent me here, but they didn't tell me why. Hello there, my name is Siorc. Please, don't call me Unhappy Bunny! If you have a job for me, I promise I'll get it done for you!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Ah, so, you be anuddah bun who wants nuddin to do with their divine name?" Kraken Pika asked. "Cool, then maybe you can help us with that! My name's Hanegal, nice to meech you!"

"Can you at least try to say those words correctly?!" Fawn Pika groaned. "Look, I don't know why Wistebu sent you here, but, if you're here for that. That's not until tomorrow. So, for now, you can help us with one small thing, and that's it." She then sighed. "Also, my name is Parisa, I'm not Fawn Pika. Listen, it's not my fault, that day came and all of us had to pay with our bodies!"

"And the award for the bun who says too much goes to Parisa!" Competitive Pika cried.

"Shut up, do you have to make everything about winning?!" Parisa cried. "This pest over here is Qiongqi." She then groaned. "Keep your mouth shut if you're going to say something stupid!"

"Alright, sheesh!" Qiongqi cried. "Yeah, name's Qiongqi. Though, honestly, calling me Compepi is fine, I don't mind, really." He then sighed. "So, you were sent here to help us with that, I take it?"

"Um, could we at least tell him what that is?" Prickly Pika asked. He then sighed. "No? Um, is no one going to?" He then sighed again. "Um! Hi, I'm uh, Rabiu, I guess. Please, don't look behind me, I'm um, begging you!"

Rabiu shaking, the bun wondered. What happened to these four pikas? Did their divine names come with side affects? Nah, it's not his business to ask that. But, what is this that they keep mentioning? Is it important? Maybe whatever that is, he should help out with it? Maybe he should, that's what Wistebu sent him here for, right?

[What is that? Could you tell me what that is?] A robotic voice asked.

"I can't believe he's asking that!" Parisa cried.

"And the award for the bun that gets the most annoyed goes to--" Bonk.

"Didn't I say to shut your mouth, Qiongqi?" Parisa groaned. "Whatever, fine. I'll tell you. Don't freak out, alright? That is The Sun Rising West Festival. But, I'm warning you, you're in for a world of pain if you really intend to help us with that!" She then pointed at some vermin. "Now, since you're here, kill that emeraldwolf and then follow me to our lair!" She then groaned. "Can't believe Wistebu sent this bun here!"

Emeraldwolf hopping towards him, the bun cocked the gem critter removal pistol. Army blasted to smithereens one after another for hours on end, the bun huffed. Why were there so many vermin everywhere he goes? He doesn't know, but he knew there would be more where that came from. Last one leaving this world, his hand had soon been grabbed.

Dragged to some underground laboratory, the bun let out a yawn as he had been tossed into a guestroom. Crawling underneath the icy cold covers, everything flashed through the bun. Helping with the Sun Rising West Festival, is this really what he was sent here for? Maybe he wasn't. Closing his eyes, the dream world soon waited for him.

What was he really sent here for?

Maybe there's another reason. He needs to find out as soon as he can.