Ring, ring, ring, ring.

It's the ninth hour.

It's the ninth hour.

All late morning shift LopVampas, please head to your stations.

And, please, those on the festival committee think twice about being late today!

Work bell ringing up a storm, the bun scratched the side of his head. How strange, even down here the work bells can be heard. Ah, well, he supposed they figured out a way to get them in even the most secretive of places. Everyone rushing towards the door, the bun crossed his fingers. Please, let the Sun Rising West Festival go well.

"It's time to get going," Parisa said in a serious tone. "Qiongqi, you'd better take this seriously, or you will be hearing from me!"

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Qiongqi asked. "I'll take you on."

"If you don't take this seriously, I will see to it that Hungry Chipmunk pays us a visit and eats your guitar!" Parisa cried.

"Um, are you really sure you want to bring her down here?" Rabiu asked. "Um, last time we, she, um, you know."

"I know! She ate the candles on the altar and we had to start the ceremony all over!" Parisa cried. "You'd better take this seriously, or else I will be calling her, and you two can kiss your Super Buncube goodbye forever!"

Name brought to his attention, the bun placed his finger on his chin. Who's Hungry Chipmunk? Was she from Flameachago up above? Maybe she had been. He'd better do his job well today, or she's going to eat his shirt! Actually, please, can she do that for him? Thanks. Continuing on, a chill dropped down the vampa's spine at the world in front of him.

Pitch black seaside area glaring daggers at him, the farmer's ears shook. What is this intense feeling of doom flowing through him? Why can't he seem to shake it off? He doesn't know, but he needs to shake it off. Focus, Siorc, he has to help set up for the festival! There's nothing wrong here at all, nope. It's just his imagination.

"Ya know, I've been thingin," Hanegal said, tendril on her chin.

"Wow, shocker, you, thinking about anything!" Parisa cried. "First I've heard of that!"

"Hey, come on, now, I'm a chemist, you know!" Hanegal. "I thing all the time!"

"Well, clearly, you don't think enough!" She cracked her knuckles.

"Let's jusd calm down for a secund, kay?" Hanegal asked, tendrils in the air. "I've been thingin'. After the festibal ends, we should tage our guesd to see Serenbu. Ya know, I thing maybe it'll be nice enough to redo this bun's namin' ceremony, or somejin?"

Serenbu brought to his attention, the young adult tried to think. Which godbun was that one again? Oh, right, The Divine Rabbit of Serenity. Would it really redo his naming ceremony? Maybe, if the Sun Rising West Festival is a hit, it will. He needs to work hard to make sure this festival is success!

"Um, I guess that's worth a try, but, uh," Rabiu said, voice shaking, "Where is it right now?"

"I dunno, it be 'round somechere, probubbly," Hanegal said, shrugging. "But, forget all of dat, it's 'bout time we set up for the festibal."

[What do I need to do?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You can set up the vendor booths," Parisa said. "You'd better have them all set up in four hours!"

Sighing, the bun flapped upward. Have everything set up in four hours, is that even possible? This area is huge! No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts! He can do this. He's finished a tough job on the farm in two hours! He can have this done in the same amount of time! Guided towards a storage shed, the vampa nearly fell on his rump at the sight before him.

Eyes on the wall, the bun's heart leapt. What is that thing? No, don't tell him, there's vermin hiding in here! Not today, he's not dealing with any fiends right now! Reaching for the first booth, the bun lifted the creature upward. A fireworks stall? Why would they need something like that for? Shaking his head, he plopped the creature in the corner. It's not in his place to ask such questions.

Returning to the storage shed, the bun studied the room for a moment. Is someone watching him? Why does it feel like there's these really sharp pupils glued to him all of a sudden? No, no, it's just his imagination, come on now! It's just him in here. Those eyes in the corner are just a poster, nothing more. Stop getting so distracted, he has work to do here.

Moving forward, the bun plopped down the second booth. Uh, wait a second, what does that sign say? Squinting, he swore the words blurred out as he tried to read them. Weird, is there a word worm around here somewhere? Maybe there was. Hopping back to the shed, a chill danced in the air.

Red light ready to consume him, sweat poured down the farmer's back. Hello, is someone in here? Maybe there was someone hiding underneath the shed? No, why would there be? There's definitely not enough space for someone to crawl down there! Right? Of course not, what is he thinking? There's no way that's possible.

Booths all set up, the bun gazed up at the sky. Is it just him, or did it get a lot colder than it was a few minutes ago? Staring at the sea, everything froze. What's going on here? Something is not adding up. Slapping his cheeks, he returned to the shed. Come on, now. Nothing's going on! Focus, Siorc, he doesn't have much time left!

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

It's the eleventh hour.

It's the eleventh hour.

Warning, warning! The Sun Rising West Festival will now begin in four hours!

The Sun Rising West Festival will now begin in four hours!

"You've got to be kidding me! Who decided to bump the festival up?!" Parisa cried. "I bet they had something to do with it!"

"Um, they who?" Rabiu asked, voice shaking.

"Steamer Pika, you know who I mean!" Parisa cried.

"Um, uh?" Rabiu asked, voice cracking. "But, Streamer Pika hasn't, um? You know."

"Oh. Right." Her voice grew quiet.

Silence filling the area, the farmer blinked. Wait, who's Streamer Pika? And what hasn't happened? Why does everything about this feel so off? Maybe he shouldn't help with this festival after all. No, no, maybe this bun had come down with some illness or something. They should have made someone else in charge of this if they couldn't make it today!

"What else do we gotta do before the festibal starts?" Hanegal asked.

"You know the answer to that already! Quit playing dumb!" Parisa shouted.

"What are you talging about? I'm not playing dumj!" Hanegal said. "Seriously, what are we doing dis time?"

"You know we have to set up the hot food machines! Do I have to spell everything out for you?!" An ear was pulled.

"I bet I can set up the food machines faster than all of you!" Qiongqi shouted.

"Um, where did we put them again? Do you um, remember?" Rabiu asked.

"Why wouldn't I remember?! They're in the second shed down the road!" Parisa groaned, ears steaming. "Do I have to remind you all about everything?!"

"Um, okay, we'll go get them." Hop, hop, hop.

Seating himself on the icy ground, the bun placed his hand on his chin. Is this festival really going to go okay? What does Parisa mean he's in for a world of pain? He really doesn't know, and honestly, maybe it would be better if he doesn't find out the answer to that, maybe. Food machines brought out with a loud screech, he swore he could see eyes from nowhere lock onto him once again.

Setting up the carrot pretzel bite machine, the farmer tried to keep himself steady. Woah, did those eyes move just now? No, that's silly, why would that be the case? He's just tired, right, the lack of sleep was getting to him, that's all! There's nothing looking at him, nothing at all. Keeping himself steady, something else soon caught his attention.

Little black blob off in the distance floating around, the young adult gulped. Oh, no, is there vermin by the river? What kind of pest is that? He can't make out the details at all. Should he clear them out before the festival starts? Creature gone moments later, he rapidly shook his head. Maybe it was just his imagination. Come on, Siorc, get it together!

"Siorc, what's trubbling you?" Hanegal asked.

Black blob creature floating off towards the river again, the bun pointed with all his might. But, as he had done so, it soon vanished. Huh? Where did it go? Was he seeing things just now? He probably was. This festival preparation sure is doing a number on him. Hanegal squinting, she soon looked at him like he had grown ten new heads.

"Sorry, I don'j follow," Hanegal said, shaking her head. "What are you pointing at?"

[There's this huge black blob creature floating by the river! Shouldn't we do something about it? What if it attacks some buns during the festival?] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Hanegal once again looking at him like he had ten heads, the young adult's heart fluttered. Did he write down something wrong? He knows what he saw! Or, maybe he didn't know what he saw after all. Right, it was just a trick played by his eyes. Silly him, he definitely didn't get enough sleep last night, that's for sure!

"There ain't nuttin' there," Hanegal said, shaking her head. "Vermin ain't able to come 'round these parts. They only live in the bogs. Don't worry yourself over an attag. It ain't happenin' here."

"What did he say that he saw?!" Parisa cried at the top of her lungs.

"Some black blob creajure? I dunno?" Hanegal asked.

Parisa giving him a sharp look, the bun's tail practically stuck up. Why is she looking at him like that? Did he write down something wrong? Maybe he drew down the wrong thing. Yes, that's it. That's all this is about. He needs to apologize right now before everything goes completely south. Talkmaster B out in front of him, he turned the knobs rapidly.

[I'm sorry!] A staticy voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I swear to Divisee! There's no vermin around here, got it?!" Parisa cried. "You're probably tired because someone wouldn't stop playing with his stupid guitar last night!" Parisa shouted.

"Wow, throw me underwater while you're at it!" Qiongqi shouted, hands up in the air.

"Um, sorry, we were, um, really into our game last night," Rabiu said, bowing.

"What's apologizing now going to do, huh?!" Parisa cried. "Why do I do anything with any of you?!"

"Um, because we're a team?" Rabiu asked.

"Forget it! Call me in an hour or when you four grow a brain!" Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Everything soon growing quiet, the bun stared off into space. Maybe he shouldn't have brought that all up just now. Too late for that now, he guessed. Instructed to set up some games, eyes everywhere sized him up from who knows where. Is something hiding here? Maybe there was. What should he do? No, no, there's nothing here, it's just his imagination, right. Keep going.

Ring, ring, ring, ring.

It's the fourteenth hour. 

It's the fourteenth hour!

The Sun Rising West Festival is about to start!

The Sun Rising West Festival is about to start!

ohw lliw eb siht s'reay ecifircas?

ohw lliw eb siht s'raey ecifircas?

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Every bunny, report to the seaside isle! 

Every bunny, report to the seaside isle!

ohw lli eb siht s'raey ecifircas?

Garbled voice playing out in a rather whimsical tone, the bun pulled on his collar. What did that announcement say just now? Something really isn't right here. But, what is this gut feeling? He really doesn't know. Should he run away and find a way out of here? No, he can't do that, not now. He needs to continue to help out with the festival.

"It's time, I'm warning you one last time, prepare yourself for a world of pain," Parisa said, eyes glowing. "Let's go, I'll guide you."

Guided towards a pitch black park with tree stumps everywhere, everything froze. What is this feeling of doom he's getting here? Multiple buns seated, he swore he could see that black bob thing at a podium in the corner. What is that thing doing over there? Why does he get this feeling any second now, something is about to change?

"Welcome, everyone, to this year's Sun Rising West Festival!" some thing at the podium cried.

"Yay!" a childbun shouted.

"Yay, yay!" a childbun cried.

"Who's going to be this years ssssss this year?" a childbun asked?

Childbuns dancing together, the farmer placed his hand behind his ear. What did that kid say just now? Sssss? What does that mean? Wait, hold on a second, could they mean? No, come on now, maybe they mean this year's special guest or something. That's all! Of course, that's all this is about! Yawn, maybe he should have worn earplugs last night.

"Who's it gonna be?" a childbun asked.

"Who's it gonna be?!" a childbun asked.

"Now, now, I'm sure you're all eager to see who Our Friend Over Here wants to meet, but let's calm down just for a moment!" the black blob thing cried. "Okay?"

"Okay," childbun one said, biting their lower lip.

"Kay kay," childbun two said, biting their lower lip.

Party of four growing awfully quiet, the young adult gulped. Why do they all feel so far away all of a sudden? Something's not right here. But, what is it? No, no, they're just tired from setting up the festival, that's all! What else could it be? Of course, that's all it is. Crowd going completely silent, a grating sound hit the world. What is that chomping noise?

"My subjects, now that the storm has calmed, it's time!" the black blob thing shouted. Drumroll, please. Tap, tap, tap, tap. "Let's reveal who this year's sacrifice is!"

Ah.

He knew it.

He should have known.

So, why does this feel like a punch to the face?

"Yay, yay!" childbun one cried, dancing. "Who's it gonna be? Who's it gonna be?"

"Let us reveal who this year's sacrifice is to our lord and savior, The Hole!" a booming voice cried.

Hole ripping the place apart, the bun tried to hang on. Hold on, where did this thing come from just now? Something is not right here. Can someone please tell him what's going on? Spotlight dancing around the area, the light soon shined over him. Haha, of course. He should have known. He should have seen this coming.

"Congratulations, we have our winner!" a booming voice cried.

"Woah, wait, huh?! Why's a Seeboro bun here?!" an older bun cried.

"Who knows, who cares, throw him in!" another older LopVampa cried.

Yoink.

So, long, everyone.

Goodbye.

Haha, he should have seen this coming.