The Cursed Coffee CUP

The Cursed Coffee Cup — Part 3

Decaf screeched like a broken milk frother, launching splashes of lukewarm mediocrity across the room. Wherever it landed, the color drained — books turned to blank pages, the raccoon jazz band froze mid-note, and the smell of fresh coffee was replaced by… boiled broccoli?

Max dodged behind a bookshelf labeled “Brewing Spells and Steamy Secrets”. Sir Whiskerstein leapt onto his shoulder, claws barely digging in.

“You need to unlock the Full Roast Mode,” the cat hissed.

Max looked down at the cup. It now shimmered with swirling caramel and fire.
“How?”

Sir Whiskerstein licked his paw. “You must say the sacred words.”

Max nodded. “What are they?”

“...‘Grande, extra hot, no foam, oat milk, triple espresso shot, caramel drizzle, with a dash of fate.’”

“That’s a drink order.”

“That’s the drink order.”

Max stood up, took a deep breath, and shouted the chant like a caffeinated warrior. The cup flared, the room trembled, and golden energy spiraled around him.

Decaf roared, lunging forward. But Max raised the cup and shouted:

“Caffeineus Maximus!”

A blinding beam of pure motivation blasted Decaf, wrapping it in to-do lists, jazz music, and the undeniable urge to rearrange furniture. With a final puff of steam, the shadow burst into a cloud of sleepy vibes and disappeared.

Silence.

Then the raccoons resumed playing. The coffee machine purred approvingly.

Max exhaled. “Did I just… win a coffee war?”

Sir Whiskerstein adjusted his tiny monocle.
“You’ve only passed your first trial, Bean Keeper. There are greater threats than Decaf. One day, you may have to face the dreaded Instant Coffee.”

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