Why did i write this???
Mr. Pot, or potter as he was known to friends- arose early one morning. He opened his amber orbs, to be greeted by his pet dog, Bruce.
"Good morning, Bruce. How are you on this fine morning."
As if he would have a conversation with his dog.
"Today is going to be great, just you wait boy!" He said with an optimistic tone.
He hopped out of bed, Today was gonna be a little chilly so he had best wear his coat. Mr. Pot headed to the kitchen, and started making breakfast. After eating, Mr. Pot slipped on some new clothes: A snow suit with fluff on the hood and cuffs.
"Time for an adventure!" He said, tryumphantly.
His dog sitting by his feet, as if saying he was ready as well.
As Mr. Pot left the house the cold engulfed his body, glad that he had brought a coat.
During the adventure, Mr. Pot encountered a strange man at the side of the road. The man didn't look homeless, which only made it stranger as he would surely be inside due to the cold. The man looked up at Potter, his hood covering his eyes.
"Would you like to buy some ceramics, good sir?" The man asked.
"Uhh, no thanks I seem to have enough." Mr. Pot answered, not knowing what was about to happen next.
"CURSE YOU, YOU DID NOT BUY MY CERAMICS- THEREFORE YOU MUST BECOME ONE"
Before he could protest, He was turned to clay- along with his companion.
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"You're really good at telling stories Mr. Pot." Stanley said, yawning.
"How can you be yawning already? It's still early morning"
*poppopopopop*-coming from Bruce
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I WROTE AN AU ABOUT A TURTLE TANK
FanfictionWHY DID I DO THIS? I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE A FUNNY JOKE, THEN I PUT TOO MUCH EFFORT IN.
