Affogato Didnt have a pleasant childhood.Not at all. His parents cared little about him.Ignoring Affogato, almost kicking him out of the house.Though affogato had a good education. Affogato never said anything. He didnt envy any cookie, he was just sad that he was very much different from the other cookies. His eyes were much weirder than the other cookies, his hair was different than the other cookies, some of his behavior was different than the other cookies. Everything was different. In the eyes of his parents. Affogato was the wrong of the family. He mostly learned about coffee magic and healing magic, since he wanted to be a healer and heal cookies. He was an outcast to the coffee cookies because he was different to them. He was made fun of from the children cause he looked weird to them, they even gossiped about him,made fun of his eyes, insulted him but in the end, Affogato was a little sad but mostly didnt care,when that faithful day changed him.

Everytime he looked at the mirror he wanted to break it. He hated the eyes that filled with tears everytime he gave up mentally. He hated that he couldnt be the same as the other coffee cookies.He was a joke to the other world. He didnt even know how he managed to stay alive.So much crying and hurting. So many comparisons. The next day. He had met someone in the depths of the dark plant forests. A lone woman named Matcha. She wasnt very talkative. Just.. little giggles back and forth. But hes glad that he met her, she even let him stay.He discovered many plants. She showed him a flower that he should have never discovered. She gave him the flower. It was a poisonous flower,blessed with curses. The eyes sparkled when he saw it,wanting to have it for him and only for him. It was funny that he didnt know at first that the flower was bad. Finding out when someone wanted to steal it from him. Other cookies disregarded him. Affogato thought he was empty, but when he saw that the flower removed a magnificent purple scent, you could see it. He wasnt scared. He wasnt worried. He was fascinating. He loved what he had just seen, what he had just learned. He took the cursed flower slowly. Looking at it with a smile. In time, he managed to plant many more, making an entire garden with them. They were his life. On other days,months, he did some experiments on them, Resulting in sweet scheme. Lethal, beautiful, poisonus, unimaginable to the rest of the souls that he created them. He kept it all to himself.He didnt want it to be taken away from him. They were his life... And he wasnt going to let anyone steal it.

Editor:Something from affogatos past that i wanted to write here

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