It was around 5 in the morning when you woke up after having the weirdest dream. What was the dream about you ask? It was about pots. Not just any pot, but talking pots. Talking pots that somehow had the divine knowledge of the gods.
                              Because of that dream, you decided that you would look for a pot, hide in it, and speak to anyone you saw passing by it. You were bored, and wanted to try something new, which is what leads us to your current situation.
                              You made your way into the storage room, and stole a pot. After that, you sneakily made you way into the garden while pushing the pot. You totally didn't look suspicious. Not that anyone saw you anyway. They were all either asleep or just in their rooms at the time you were setting up.
                              By the time you finished preparing, you made your way back to the dining room, quickly ate breakfast, and ran back to the garden to hide in your little pot. You also made sure to wear a black cloak in case anyone tried looking inside of the pot.
                              After what seemed like years, someone entered the garden. You obviously didn't know who since you couldn't see, but you were confident that you could tell who it was based off of their voice.
                              "Huh, what's a pot doing here?" You heard someone say. Based off of the voice, you assumed that the speaker was Emma, the gardener.
                              You heard her approaching and decided to bring your ridiculous plan into action. "Stay back!" You said, sounding different than you normally do.
                              The gardener gasped, shocked that a pot was speaking to her, "What?! The pot speaks?!?" 
                              "Yes! Yes the pot speaks! What have you come to the talking pot for?" You asked, pretending that you were some kind of pot deity.
                              "Oh, um... I didn't really expect a talking pot so I don't really know what I came here for...." She responded.
                              Whoops, looks like you didn't take that into consideration. The fact that people wouldn't exactly be expecting anything from the talking pot. After a bit of thinking, you decided to suggest something.
                              "Hmm, how about I grant you knowledge that may be of use in the future?" You suggested.
                              "Oh, I guess that would be okay!" Emma said, eager to hear what you had to say.
                              You quickly thought of the most ridiculous rumor-worthy piece of information, and that is information regarding a "new hunter".
                               "A hunter is coming. One that can disguise rocket chairs as machines and manipulate your surroundings. Be careful, for if you decode the disguised rocket chair, you will immediately be placed on the chair!" You said in a threatening voice.
                              Emma gasped once again and said, "oh no! I better warn the others!" She started making her way outside the garden talking to herself. You could have sworn that she said she would also tell the others about the mysterious talking pot.
                              After a few minutes, survivors started entering the garden, eager to see the talking pot. 
                              'Oh shucks! I expected some people to come, but I didn't expect this much!'  you thought. It was a good thing you came prepared. You didn't think your preparations were enough, so you decided to just hope for the best.
                              Naib was one of the first to approach you, or well, the talking pot. He took three deep breaths before saying, "Listen up talking pot. I've come to you for one thing, and that is... A CAN OF BEAAANSS!"
                              Just as you predicted, Naib asked for a can of beans. You threw the one can of beans that you prepared out of the pot and it landed in his hands. "Holy shit. This pot's legit..." Naib rhymed.
                              Suddenly people were asked you questions and asked for things left and right.
                              "Um, may I have an apple?" Murro asked, and you gave him exactly what he asked for.
                              "Oh oh, how about a tennis ball?" Mike requested, and also ended up getting what he wanted.
                              "A teddy bear?"
                              "What about a saxophone?"
                              "I want a whip!" 
                              You were starting to feel overwhelmed, but you somehow had everything they asked for. To the others, it seemed as though this pot had everything in it. Heck, you even managed to bring out a shovel for Andrew.
                              Some, by some you mean Mike, even wondered what was inside and decide to take a peek. His face was then greeted with a slap, "He- Ouch!"
                              "It seems like the pot is capable of self defense," Melly said writing down her observations. "Don't forget it somehow has everything we ask for," Emily reminded, helping Melly with her 'research'.
                              "Hey can you give me a boyfriend?" You heard Demi ask. 
                              Sticking only your hands out of the pot, you said, "The talking pot refuses to assist people with their love lives! It is terribly sorry!" 
                              "Aw man..."
                              'So far so good. I just hope more people don't come in here,'  you said and silently prayed, but sadly the doors to the garden burst open and revealed one of the hunters who heard about the magical pot, Joseph
                              "Ooh is this the talking pot everyone has been bickering about?" Joseph asked, kneeling in front of the pot.
                              "Hell yeah, and it belongs to the survivors only!" Emma said with a bit of greed in her voice.
                              You quickly retorted, "The talking pot will assist everyone in need! Survivors or not, they will receive." You also made sure to give a quick reminder, "That is unless you're asking about your love life. The talking pot does not deal with love."
                              "Oh that's fine," Joseph reassured. "All I ask for is... THE RECIPE BEHIND THE FINEST BAGUETTE!" He said with a confident pose.
                              'Well shit, what do I do now?' you started panicking until you remembered that you always kept instructions on how to make a delicious baguette in your pocket. You didn't know why, but it sure did come in handy in the situation.
                              You threw out the paper and Joseph caught it. "At last! I can start the baguette business I've ways dreamed of starting!" He happy said and skipped his way back to the Hunters' manor. 'Woah, he's ambitious,' you might even consider asking him to make you a baguette.
                              Slowly, the people in the room left after getting what they wanted from you, or the pot. Once everyone was out of the garden, you could finally escape the pot and become a free man/woman once again. 
                              After a few more minutes, you slowly stuck your head out of the pot and saw no one. You then got out of the pot thinking nobody was in the garden, when you were met with the shocked face of...
                              "Victor?!?"
                              "(y/n)!?!"
                              The both of you said at the same time. "What are you doing here?" You asked, but he responded with a question. "I could ask you the same thing! More so, you're the talking pot?!" Victor pointed at the pot that you stole.
                              "Well, it's kind of a long and weird story..."
                              For the rest of the time until it was dinner, you ended up explaining the story behind the pot to Victor, who actually found it quite interesting.
                              [Meanwhile at the Hunters' Manor]
                              The first thing Joseph did was follow the recipe you had given him to make divine baguettes, which he had Mary taste test.
                              "Oh shit, this actually tastes good."
                              Apparently it tasted so divine that all the hunters ended up fighting for the last baguette like their lives depended on it. Unbeknownst to them, while they were fighting, Robbie and one of the Dream Witch's followers stole it and ate it together.
                              Needless to say, they were grounded by their self-proclaimed parents.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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