The Cursed Coffee Cup

The Cursed Coffee Cup — Part 2

Max didn’t even grab a jacket. One minute he was in his kitchen, the next he was tumbling through a tunnel made of swirling coffee beans and glowing symbols. The smell was divine — espresso, cinnamon, and… catnip?

He landed in a strange room that looked like a coffee shop built inside a library. Floating books circled the air. A jazz band made entirely of raccoons played in the corner. At the center stood a glowing espresso machine, ancient and humming with power.

“Welcome to the Brewmansion,” the cat announced. “I’m Sir Whiskerstein, Familiar First Class. This place keeps the balance between over caffeination and cosmic naps.”

Max blinked. “This is a lot.”

Sir Whiskerstein nodded. “You were chosen because you drink just the right amount of coffee — enough to stay awake, but not enough to spiral into a Wikipedia rabbit hole about jellyfish immortality.”

Suddenly, the espresso machine coughed and sparked. A shadow oozed out, wearing a tattered barista apron.

“Oh no,” the cat whispered. “It’s Decaf.”

The shadow hissed. “The era of energy is over. I will drown this world in blandness!”

Max instinctively raised the cursed cup. It glowed, pulsed, and — without thinking — he yelled,
“Double shot of justice!”

A blast of steam shot out, and the battle began.

Excited for next part??

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