Day Three: Early Morning

[Bujin]

?Why is it that everywhere I go I get hit in the fucking head?? was Bujin?s immediate response after he woke up. It wasn?t until after the fog that hazed his eyes cleared that he realized that the fight was over. Looking around, he found that he was in a slightly different place than he was before. He was still surrounded by trees, but they were?different trees. The fact that he was hanging upside-down from one was also a dead give-away. Looking up (or down, respectively), he saw the ground below that was peppered by spots of a familiar red fluid. Feeling the aching pain in the back of his skull, he realized that he was in the middle of an extremely annoying case of d?j? vu.

Situating himself to where his blood wasn?t rushing to his head, he tried to sit down in order to catch a quick rest. For someone who hated movement so much, Bujin actually wished he could bring himself to move. The one person that he thought he could trust had died. However, he wished he could say that he was alone. The voices had managed to shut themselves up since he threatened them, but regardless of their volume, he knew they were still there?monitoring him. It was up to Bujin to start a conversation again, and despite being super-fucking-pissed that he had no privacy to himself anymore, he had to admit that he missed Rae a bit.

?You kids can play now,? Bujin sighed, rubbing the back of his head tenderly. ?The street?s clear.?

?are you sure? Rae asked hesitantly. Bujin sighed, but didn?t respond. What was he supposed to say? His side-comments to the invisible voices were compromising his credibility with the other contestants, which wasn?t really something he explained clearly ? or at all. When he thought about it, making violent promises to people, tangible or not, wasn?t the best way to prove his sanity. Regardless, he was in a position to apologize because, after all, he needed the company. Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, something happened to him that hadn?t happened in a while.

Wincing through a loud, high-pitched buzzing sound, Bujin opened his eyes to discover that the forest around him had been set ablaze. The heat was suddenly unreal, and the smoke that rose above his small figure almost made his surroundings unbearable. Through the heat waves, a large rotund figure formed. The heat almost made the midget close his eyes tightly, but the mystique of the new person was too much to ignore. As Bujin approached, the haze began to clear, revealing a bright white figure with a chef?s hat that seemed to be permanently, yet perfectly placed on his rather large head. On the hat the word ?Pillsbury? was plastered on the front.

Normally, the man would look kind of cute and cuddly, but Bujin had had a rough day. Anything from that point forward, Bujin decided after he awoke, would be shot at regardless of age, gender, or prior relationships. Keeping that token in mind, the blue midget raised his machine gun and fired a single shot into the white behemoth?s stomach. The puffy figure lowered his hands to his stomach where the bullet had entered and let out a small laugh. Then he fell over dead.

Bujin, are you okay? Rae asked, snapping Bujin back into reality. You seemed to be having some sort of hallucination. You should really avoid getting hit in the head.

?Ugh?? Bujin sounded as he struggled to his feet. ?I wonder how therapy on Earth works.?

((Summary: Bujin's mental problems appeared once again because of the blow to the head.))