When miss Nightingale said that a violinist would soon be arriving to the manor, you'd be lying if you said you weren't excited.
You weren't a professional musician, but you loved to play the clarinet during your freetime. In fact, you even carried it around as an accessory during the matches you played. It reminded you of the good old times you had with your jam buddy, who also played the violin.
Sadly, when you left for your journey to the manor, you could only count on your memories when it came to having jam sessions with your friend. "The good old times," you sighed after remembering the last time you played your clarinet with your friend.
Speaking of which, you were at the Hunter's manor right now, but in secret. You weren't really allowed to stay in the Hunter's side, but your good friends Jack and Joseph decided to sneak you in, knowing how eager you were to meet the new hunter.
After what seemed like hours (it was actually just five minutes, you were just really impatient), a knock was heard in the front door. You quietly stuck a small part of your head out of the conveniently shaped pot that Joseph provided you with to hide in to see the hunter.
He wasn't exactly what you expected, but you were still stunned to see him. What really caught your attention was the fact that he played the violin with his hair rather than his hands. It was as if his hair was another set of limbs he could freely control.
"Woah that's so cool!" you said quite loudly in awe.
You suddenly remembered that the other hunters didn't know you were here, so when you saw that you caught the attention of some hunters, you quickly put your head back down into the pot.
"Hey, did that pot just talk?" You heard an unfamiliar voice ask. It was probably the violinist.
Jack and Joseph, well aware that the pot did in fact talk, quickly gave eachother the think of an excuse or (y/n) will get slaughtered eyes. Quickly, Joseph said, "Why yes! This pot did indeed talk. We have talking pots everywhere! Isn't that right Jack?"
"Absolutely! In fact I have a talking pot in my room!' Jack said, quickly agreeing with the photographer to not cause any suspicion.
"Uh, okay then... " The violinist who you now knew as Antonio said, before leaving with Leo for a tour around the manor.
Luchino, who knew that you were actually in the pot, just snickered and walked away before getting shushed by Joseph.
The two male hunters looked around to see if the coast was clear. Once no one was in sight, they tried to sneakily carry the pot to the survivors' manor, but you ended up having to stick your head out again because you got tired of hiding.
"Man, I hope I get to be a part of his first match... Even if it means getting 'klonked' and sent back to the manor by rocket chair because I don't kite well..." You sighed.
"Oh don't worry! I'm sure that you'll get to be a part of his first match, and if you aren't, I'm sure one of the survivors would be considerate enough to switch places with you." Jack reassured.
Your casual conversation was suddenly interrupted when Violetta caught the two hunters carrying a the conveniently shaped pot, which now had your head sticking out of it.
"Hey, is that (y/n)-"
"Non! It isn't (y/n)! It's a talking pot!" Joseph quickly cut her off while Jack gently pat your head as a way of saying keep your head down!
"Bu-"
"Oh no! It seems that my talking pot is hungry! I'm sorry we have to cut this conversation, but goodbye Ms. Violetta!" Jack and Joseph quickly walked away, still carrying you in the pot
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Peculiar | Identity V Oneshots [ON HOLD]
Fanfiction*ON HOLD UNTIL I GET OVER MY CURRENT HYPERFIXATION* A compilation of several (for most of the part, not serious) oneshots that often involve the most random and bizarre situations coming from my bored mind. Kudos to you if you get any of the referen...
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