Prologue

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Btw, your clothes are a witches' hat, black hoodie, and blueish-white jeans, and white shoes. Feel free to change it! You're also 5'5 so you're like tall but not so tall. Also, I said I would do an SCP story. Well... Nah. You get this instead. Been spending so much time on Ao3 and forgot Wattpad existed. Sorry guys. 

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 "Could you come with us?" The bright green hooded figure stood by your doorway. 

   "For what reason, I may ask? You did just try to bribe me with water bottles." You ask suspiciously. It was a pretty good offer you might admit. Wate bottles were hard to make and find. 

   "We'll give you supplies to make potions as well. We've heard about your talents with potions and your power to make them. We need your help since there's like a zombie apocalypse outside and we are really low on potions." The cat-like human, with Siamese ears and tail, tried. 

   "Then make your own potions." You frowned. You took out a blackish blue splash potion and threatened to throw it. Wither potion. One of a kind. 

   "You wouldn't." The green hooded person stepped back. He drew out his ax. The ret drew out swords and the cat took out a potion of regeneration. 

   "I would." 

   "Get her!" The green man shouted. he lunged forward as he aimed for your hand. You jumped back and threw the potion. The splash potion hit directly his smiling mask and he fell to the floor withering. 

   "Dream!" They all shouted as the person named 'Sapnap' and 'George' rushed towards her. The fight for you was all black from there. 

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   You woke up in a panic. Your head hurt and you stood up and your hand jumped to your pocket. Splash potion of harming. Splash potion of regeneration. You thought. You sat down in relief and saw all your supply chests, brewing stand, and potion chests. You hurried to your potion's chest and a wave of dismay fell over you. 

   That awful man named Dream had taken all your potions without asking and had the audacity to leave a note saying 'Thanks! - Dream :)'. You grit your teeth and stomped to the door. Locked  You thought and tried punching the door down. No damage down. You tried the windows. Locked as well. Guess you were stuck in here for the rest of eternity. 

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Alright, your power is when you touch a water bottle, you can imagine it as any potion you'd like. You can make a potion of nausea,  a potion of withering (sounds weird), a potion of health, a potion of blinding. Anything. Your welcome. 








































































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