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The event that unfolds within the hallowed halls of Bun-verse remains shrouded in an air of mystique—a clandestine experience tailored for the enjoyment of its fortunate attendees and shielded from the prying eyes of outsiders. This meticulously orchestrated affair serves as a powerful incentive, urging individuals to ascend the ranks of the eBunnee hierarchy, with access granted only upon achieving the pinnacle of recognition within the platform.
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"It's Mr. Wee-wee!" Larisa shouted, our faces contorting in disgust as we fully processed what she was saying.
Perched upon a crate, we beheld Lucid Chaos, wearing his repulsive pink cargo shorts. We recoiled in disgust as he continued to urinate, leaving behind a sprawling trail of urine as he moved. A sizeable pool of pee formed beneath the crate. Unlike previous occasions, there were now no onlookers subjected to his nonsensical speeches.
This guy must have been following us or something. We were far from where we had seen him earlier in the day. I just wanted to catch up with Ashlyn, who was standing ahead, still yakking on her phone. I kept walking and walking, but for some reason, Eliza and Larisa stopped to observe the repugnant man talking drivel: "Y'all, you jusht, like, all 'bout them, uh, crazy twisty paths goin' who-knows whar."
He stared right at Larisa without breaking his gaze, his head held high. "Lardisa, you're, like, diggin' real deep in them eyes, tryn-sh find me. I'm here as one, waitin'."
"I feel, like, whoa... bleshed, man! Sho bleshed."
"Shpirit from the, uh, ethereal thingamajig."
"Lillian! Eliza! He said my name! He knows who I am!" Larisa shouted excitedly.
"I'm puzzled about how he's able to see you. I thought only we could see you. He's looking directly at you right now and saying your name," Eliza said.
"Argh, come on, really? I thought you carried yourself with the same class and elegance as Ashlyn. Do you really want to be standing here caught up in a scene, glaring at this repulsive guy?" The part about Eliza having elegance wasn't true at all; I just wanted to coax her away from this. She clearly had no elegance.
Larisa exclaimed, "Hey, don't you guys remember what Kai said about him peeing his shorts? It could totally symbolise something very, very important. There might be a deeper meaning to his pissing all over... 'weewee' here might just be trying to deliver a super important message to us."
"The liq-liquidish... try lost findin' the glowish you seek."
"So, come closer, and jus'... jus' feel that, wa-water, energy flowin'."
"This is truly profound. We should jot it down and decipher its meaning."
"No!!! Larisa, we definitely should NOT!" we both exclaimed in unison. It's remarkable how similar Eliza and I could sometimes be.
He stepped towards Larisa, his gaze unyielding, like a hawk homing in on its target, advancing with calculated steps, poised for action. Meanwhile, a stream of pee decided to take an impromptu scenic route down the side of his pink shorts.
I stood there in disbelief, as if watching impending doom waddle towards us.
"Whoa, did you see that? How in the world did he manage to pull that off?" Larisa gasped, her eyes wide with amazement. "I've never seen anything quite so extraordinary before!" she squealed. "Eeeeeee!" Her voice was full of excitement.
Eliza and I looked at each other, puzzled. Did he actually do something impressive and awe-inspiring that we both missed?
"Look at that!" said Larisa, now standing a short distance away from us. This Lucid pee-on was approaching her with a deliberate, almost possessed stride.
"What are we looking at?" I asked. I wasn't worried about Larisa being in danger—she was already dead—a ghost, after all—and could float away. I just wanted her to get far, far away from him so we could move on.
"His leg! The water is now flowing down his right leg instead of his left. How did he do that?" Larisa looked on in amazement, as if witnessing an extraordinary talent.
I liked live-streaming, but not this sort of "live" "streaming."
While not exactly awe-inspiring, it certainly falls into the realm of ewww-inspiring. Disappointment washed over me, causing my heart to sink. It's hard to believe this could genuinely impress her, suggesting she might have led a rather sheltered existence in this vast world.
"How! H-how... is he doing that?" She eagerly asked us. It is quite mesmerising how it flows."
"It's really, really not," I cut in, my words sharper than cat claws.
"How is he doing that?" she asked again, this time with even more astonishment in her tone.
Is she genuinely seeking an answer to that? I let out a substantial sigh, inhaled, and caught a whiff of a nasty smell. Hastily, I covered my mouth, desperately grasping for fresh air, before uttering, "How is 'he' doing that?" Emphasising the word 'he,' I continued, "Biology, I guess... or just magic."
I walked up to Larisa and interrupted her before she could finish her sentence, saying, "I know how you can perform something magical, something... something that apparently hasn't been done in a very long time. Something that really needs to be done... right now!"
Eliza looked on with intrigue. She truly had no idea what I was about to tell Larisa. I continued, "Do you remember how he's slowly walking towards you, murmuring... about you and all that yak-yak-yak about water and that stuff flowing?"
"Yes," Larisa replied quickly.
Eliza interrupted, saying, "You're not allowed to say the word 'yak' without my permission! Okay!? You Lil-Lilly-nincompoop!"
I ignored her and continued talking to Larisa. "Do you remember how you pushed me through a bunch of walls? Twice, actually!" I stomped one of my feet in anger, recalling what she put me through when she zipped me through the wall while I was wearing nothing but a bath towel. I tried to push that memory out of my head and continued, "I've managed to figure out the super-important message he wanted to tell you. Since he mentioned your name and the words 'water' and 'liquids flowing,' it's quite obvious that he wants you to grab him and zip him into the water fountain over there at the 'Fountain Enchantea.' It's a famous and lucky water fountain where many of us stand by to make wishes (A lie). And since you're a ghost, you don't have to worry about getting wet. This fountain possesses incredible mystical and magical abilities, capable of cleansing, dispelling, and removing malevolent energy."
As I concluded my explanation, I gave a pronounced heave and almost retched. I continued, "I believe he wishes to make a wish at the water fountain, so lead him there. Oh, and by the way, you should also make a wish. But remember, don't divulge your wish to anyone, or it might lose its chance to come true."
Eliza interjected, "I've never heard anything like this, and I've lived here all my life." She shifted the trajectory of the conversation. "Wait, what? Larisa can zip people through walls and teleport them to different places? Now I'm greatly intrigued."
"It's time to grant Sir-Stinks-A-lot, or Lucid, whatever, the opportunity to visit the magic fountain. It appears to be his deepest wish and a much-desired wish for the whole town." A sly grin spread across my face. Leaning in, I whispered confidentially into Eliza's ear, "This would mark his first interaction with water in over two decades."
Larisa could barely contain her excitement, blurting out, "I just knew it! There was a hidden message in what he was telling me! You're seriously so smart for figuring it out! I can't express how glad I am to have you as my friend."