"I have to wonder,

What is the deep dark secret? I have to wonder, I have no idea. But, I suppose I'll know

Once I find it? I'm

Not sure what that means. But, I have to find out, no matter what. I

Don't know what the secret might

End up being, but I'm sure it's something I'd

Rather not know.

What could it be? To be

Honest, I don't know. Perhaps it's the history I should have

Already known? No, I don't

Think that's the case here, maybe there's a little more to this than

I once thought, or perhaps I

Should have dug deeper into

The godbuns a long time ago. But, I guess I didn't

Have to. How was I supposed to know the godbuns would

End up giving me the

Divine name Unhappy Bunny?! How was I supposed to know that would

End up happening? I should have gotten the name Farmer Bunny!

Everyone knows I spent my entire life on my farm! I guess I should

Prepare myself for anything, what is this

Deep, dark secret going to end up being?

At the end of the

Road, I need to

Keep myself grounded, I don't know what I'm about to

See. Maybe the deep dark secret isn't

Even that bad, I guess I'm about to find out whether I like it or not.

Could it be some sort of log from millions of years ago they don't want any mortal to come across? Something buried in

Ridiculously outdated history that not

Even the godbuns want themselves

To know anymore? No, maybe not

I doubt that's the case. I

Feel like if that were all it was, it would have been known by now.

Eh, so what could it

Even be? What is the

Likely deepest darkest secret? I am drawing blanks. This is not something I feel

Like any bun should think of.

I don't know, it could be anything, or perhaps it's complete nothing. Maybe, secretly, they were never

Kind gods and always thought we were gum underneath their feet?!

Eh, no, I

Doubt that's big

Enough to be the deepest darkest secret!

Even I know that's

Probably not the case here, so I

Don't know, I really don't, but

Oh,

Well, I guess I'll find out soon what it might be.

Not sure what

I'm about to get

Myself into, but

I guess I've

Got to prepare myself for something

Horrible. Or, perhaps, something mundane.

The secret could be anything. It could have been some

Kind of war between the gods that

No mortal should ever know

Of. But, I don't think that's

What it might be.

The secret

Has to be something

Else, anything else. Maybe

There's a secret twenty first godbun? I'm

Rather

Uncertain if

That would be enough to be considered a deep dark secret,

Hmm, I don't know?

Oh, well, it doesn't matter, I'm

Rather certain I

Might be

About to dig myself into a hole deeper than myself.

Yes, I probably am about to,

But it's fine,

Even

If that

Does end up being the case,

Once and for all, I

Need to do

This, I have to

Rip apart

Every single deep dark secret known to bunkind!

And, this time, I'll

Lead myself down to my true destiny!

Let's do it, let's get those deepest, darkest secrets!

Yes, I

Am going

To get it

And get that sweet, sweet redo!

Let's find it!

Let's find that deepest darkest secret!"

Finding himself in a deep, dark pit filled to the brim with nothing but craggy rocks and empty corridors, the bun's ears burned. These are the Bronze Catacombs? Why does it feel like he landed in the wrong place at the wrong time? Laser pistol seated in the palm of his hands, he swore he could hear something echo up ahead with a loud roar.

"Who dares intrude upon the holy land?" A voice cried. "Who thinks they are worthy of this place?"

Rocks on the walls shaking, the vampa clung onto the pistol with all his might. Hello, who's there? Alright, totem, wherever they are, they'd better show themselves! Racing through the corridors, the bun gulped. Something's coming! Holding onto his left earring, the chimera readied himself for action. Come here, totem, he's going to take them out!

Hop, hop, hop.

"You who dares intrude upon this sacred ground, state your business!" An echo.

Large toad monster made out of liquid metal, the young adult closed his left eye. Aim for the back, come on, find a spot from behind them. Hopping towards the creature's behind, the bun pressed the button. Sorry, toadem, it's time to say goodbye to this world. Bright red burning light knocking the fiend down, screams had come his way.

"How did you find my blind spot, mere mortal?!" the toad monster shouted. "If you think the rest of us will go down, you have another thing coming!"

Hopping off towards the next corridor, the vampa cracked his knuckles. He needs to find the library as soon as possible. But, as he raced through the empty hallways, the next creature soon threw itself into the mix. Hawk dropping down from who knows where, the bun readied himself to fire the laser. The wings, that'll do.

"Why do you traverse these catacombs, mortal?" the hawk monster cried. "Turn back at once!"

Shaking his head, the farmer aimed the laser. The wings, he has to go for the wings. Here goes nothing. Bright red light giving the feathers a nice long burn, talons were ready to come at him. Huffing, the bun sifted through his tiny bag. The feet, those have to go next. Here goes nothing, three, two, one, and liftoff!

Axe in the palm of his hands, the vampa let out a battle cry. Those toes are going down! Three, two, one, goodbye, hawk totem, they won't see the end of the road when he's done here! Bird from who knows where dropping down, one last sea of words had come his way one after another.

"Turn back mere mortal!" the hawk monster cried. "There is nothing for you to seek!"

Totems aplenty knocked out back and center, the bun could feel it. Any second now, and that little library would be upon him. Hole waiting for him at the edge of nowhere, the bun took the leap of faith. Please, be what he's looking for. Long drop taking him away, he closed his eyes for a brief moment. Just how far down is this place? He doesn't know. If there's no bottom, tell the godbuns he'll get them in his next life!

Dropping down with a loud thud who knows when, the vampa groaned. Where is he now? Sandy world ready to eat him up alive, the young adult rubbed the sides of his head. What is this intense energy he's feeling? Studying the area around him, something of particular note caught his attention in the blink of an eye.

Multiple glowing bookshelves making themselves known through the pockets of sands, the vampa placed his finger on his chin. He doesn't know why, but the top shelf is calling out to him. Flapping towards it, a peculiar thin book dropped down towards the sand with a loud thud. Landing towards it, a title like no other soon called out to him.

{The Archgodbun's Lament.} 

Title glowing with a dark blue light, the young adult flapped two steps back. The Archgodbun's Lament? Who in the world is that? He doesn't know why, but something about that felt off. Bending the cover back, a peculiar song soon locked eyes with him. 'O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our toiling season.' Eyes twitching, he turned towards the next page. Maybe he should move on. Eyes locked onto the next page, everything soon froze.

{To all the mortals and the godbuns of which all came from me, this is goodbye.

Dear Diary,

To all the mere mortals, this is a letter to all of you. You are all a bunch of pathetic morsels who keep begging and begging for more and more and more. I laid out the guides and foundations to let you all grow, I created the twenty godbuns from my flesh and bone. I allowed the mortals a plane towards their destiny, but let us all be honest with ourselves, this world is filled with nothing but greed, nothing but give, but never receive.

And, to the twenty godbuns born from my flesh and bone, you can keep on letting those mere mortals beg and plead and ask for more until the end of eternity, but you know as well as I do the mortals are pathetic pieces of meat who can't stand on their own! And, quite frankly, one is taking off from the wheels of fate.

You think just guiding the mortals onto the right course of destiny will really change anything? You all know as well as I do that these divine gifts we have been giving out for the past ten millennia have caused absolutely nothing but stagnation! One should know as well as one does if one wants the mortals to change it's time to spin the cogwheel to lead towards the road of change!

Divine names, destiny? Look at where the past five hundred years have gone! Those little bells and whistles keep begging you to all come down to every little whim! And, what do you, born from my flesh and blood do? You go down for every little thing! One should know there must be barriers in place! So, to all those reading, this especially you twenty, it's time for a change! You want those pitiful morsels to get the picture? Well, there's only one way, and you know it!

You can stop answering to me for every little thing while you're at it as well. You all are nothing but a pair of scissors of no one wants to use! Grow some backbone, or perhaps, start taking action! But, you won't be counting on me any longer, this is where we part. Let this be a record of what came before!

Farewell, until things change!}

Plop.

{Our Tears}

{O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns crying here in buring agony,

What will it take for our people to finally change?

We give them advice, we try everything to guide aplenty,

And yet it's never enough!

We try as we might to give them a hand,

But, they keep begging and pleading for me.

Please, o please, divine above, what are we supposed to do here?!

How are we supposed to know the answer to why one only has one wing?

We are not all knowing as one might think!

We are only meant to guide towards the path that leads,

Not be their personal secretaries!

Why, o why has it all gone so wrong?

We are at a loss on where to go!

In this season of burning misery,

Change needs to happen already!}

{A Guide To Destiny,

The mortals don't want to change, they expect us to do everything! We tried switching up the ceremony we all knew so well. Klutz, Stressed, Tone Deaf, Clueless, anything we thought might let the sparks fly. But, none of those worked, not a single one.

Why, o, why is this so, Archgodbun, we implore you to return, give us a guide, a guide to destiny, a guide to instill change. Will you please, pretty please?

Why, o why, did you have to go?

We are at a loss on where to go.

There are but a few more epithets to try, ones that may instill change. Swanky, Joker, maybe Unhappy. If the seeds are sown, will you return? You have our utmost apologies to not creating to your liking.

You have our utmost apologies

If we made you Unhappy. Creator of All, we shall try one last line. Unhappy shall be the one to lead the way. Please, we implore you, come back from the dark side.}

Diary looking about ready to catch on fire, the young adult's head spun. The Archgod, just who is that? Flipping through the second diary entry, divine names laid eyes with him, familiar ones ready to burn the page into nothing, the bun let out a laugh. He sees now, he gets it! Everything makes perfect sense now! Punching his fists onto the sand beneath, a scream released itself out into the open.

That's it, he's going to fight the gods!

He's going to take back what's his!

Once and for all, he'll get that redo!

Hear him roar, gods!