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Kouign-Amann was simply having a girls night out. Raspberry and Olive were there, obviously. Don't ask why or how they're friends, they won't answer either way.

Both Prune Juice and Capcsaicin were somewhere else, this ain't about them. Probably went to see movies. Anyways.

"So, Kouign-Amann, got any stuff to watch?" Raspberry asked.

"Well, I got a few tapes, I guess." Kouign-Amann responded, not really paying much attention on that.

"Whoa! Kouign-Amann! I didn't know you have tapes!" Olive was surprised. Kouign-Amann let out a small grin. "Well, I grew up with them, and it doesn't help one of my partners doesn't know how to work a remote yet so, yeah." She shrugged it off.

"Well, let's see what you got!" Raspberry got up and grabbed a few vhs tapes.

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The first two were boring, simple nature documentaries, the other one was about history, which Olive got heated up a couple of times because they were inaccurate!

Raspberry lifted up a tape, it was labeled "smexy" with sloppy handwriting. She shrugged it off and put it in.

It started with.. Capsaicin?! What the fuck?! Kouign-Amann widened her eyes, she realized what this was.

Capsaicin was laying in his side, looking at the camera. Rose in his mouth. "Heyyyyy, check it out." He replied in a attempted confident tone.

"Oh my god." Kouign-Amann stared in horror. "Olive! Turn it off! TURN IT OFF!" Raspberry yelled at Olive. Olive quickly turned the TV, eyes were wide.

All three sat in the room in silence, Kouign-Amann had her back facing the two, head low, hands in face, face all red. Oh my god......

"Let us not speak about this." Raspberry muttered in a shaky voice. "Agree..." Kouign-Amann replied.

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"Alright everyone, we shall try to make burgers for a change." Prune Juice announced, clapping his hands, mostly to get Capsaicin's attention.

Kouign-Amann stared down at the raw burger patties, afraid. She had burned her hand during her childhood, trying to make burgers.

"And no eating fire if anything goes wrong!" Prune Juice stated loudly, clapping his hands again, this was directed towards Capsaicin, once again. "Not my fault I don't know how to cook burgers..." Capsaicin whines, looking like a wet, sad dog.

"Which is why we are learning right now! We need to stop ordering take out and get to cooking!" Prune Juice yelled, again.

"Okay I get it, I suck at paying attention to shit!" Capsaicin shrieks. 'Not even a minute into this kitchen and there is already a argument.' Kouign-Amann sighed silently to herself.

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"Alright, burger patties are out." Prune Juice sighed. "Capsaicin, can you get the seasonings for me?" He asked. Top ten tragic moments before disaster strikes. Capsaicin grabbed the seasoning, lid falls off, and all the burgers were covered in so much seasoning. Capsaicin looked down at it, and immediately started panicking.

"Capsaicin?! What did you do?!" Kouign-Amann was startled from the amount of seasoning that were on the patties. She went to try to shake the seasoning off the burgers, which got everywhere.

"I'm back from cutting tomatoes- What the bloody hell?!" Prune Juice's jaw dropped from the messy flooring. "I wasn't even gone for 3 minutes! What did you two even do?!" Prune Juice face palmed, eyes judging at the two.

Capsaicin looked shaky, almost appearing as he was about to cry on the spot. "Imsosorryimsosorry-" Capsaicin was interrupted by a shoulder bump from Kouign-Amann. "Not a big deal, big guy. Just seasonings on burgers. Hopefully they'll be salvageable!" Kouign-Amann tried putting a grin.

Prune Juice would have rolled his eyes right now, but, he could do that later.

"Say, Capsaicin, may you cut the onions please? I would do it but my eyes are so sensitive." Prune Juice requested. Capsaicin did a thumbs up, grabbed a knife, few onions, and went to a counter. Okay cool he's distracted now.

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Well, the burgers got overcooked, actually overcook was a understatement, they were burnt to a crisp. Prune Juice glared down at the burgers, eye twitched. Kouign-Amann felt so awful about this! How did the burgers get so burnt? Neither of the two were paying attention to the burger, but rather on Capsaicin, making sure he doesn't accidentally cut his fingers off.

"Cap? How are the onions looking?" Kouign-Amann checked in on him real quick. Capsaicin was smiling, eyes were more red, as he was crying, from the onions. "Yikes.. did you rub your eyes?" Kouign-Amann asked, Capsaicin nodded in return. "DO NOT RUB YOUR EYES AFTER GETTING ONIONS IN IT. WORST MISTAKE OF MY FUCKING LIFE." Capsaicin slammed his head against the table.

"... Do you guys just wanna order takeout instead?" Prune Juice inquired, admitting defeat. "Yeah...." Kouign-Amann sighed.

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Capsaicin sat at the front seat, infront of the steering wheel. He was learning to drive. Capsaicin stared down, afraid he might accidentally burn the entire car down. Cars are expensive in this fucking economy.

Prune Juice and Kouign-Amann found out that Capsaicin didn't know jackshit on how to drive, then again.. he was in that volcano for who knows how long... so they decided to change that!

"So, what if I accidentally crash into a tree?" Capsaicin spoke up. Prune Juice stared at him, "We are in the middle of nowhere, you're not hitting any trees."

"Okay but what if a tree just spawns in from nowhere-"

"Just start the pedals. First you pull the lever down to D, then try to drive." Prune Juice commanded. Capsaicin, the listener that he was, did so. Okay.. things are running smooth....

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Things were running too smooth. Capsaicin learned how to drive, rather unusually fast! Prune Juice didn't know whether to feel scared or impressed by this. "Well, now you know how to drive...." Prune Juice muttered. Capsaicin gave a thumbs up with a cheeky grin, when suddenly a loud pop was heard.

Prune Juice rolls down the window, pokes his head outside, and notices one of the tires popped. He scooted back inside, trying to not lose it. "The tire popped." Prune Juice blurted out. Capsaicin panicked almost immediately, hands covering his head. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck-" Capsaicin almost felt himself heating up, but Prune Juice elbow bumped his arm. "Chill out, tire popping had nothing to do with you." He, reluctantly, reassured Capsaicin. "I'll call Kouign-Amann for the stupid wheel.. why haven't I made a potion to fix wheels.." Prune Juice complained.

Capsaicin got out from the car, Prune Juice lifted his head up. "Hey where do you think you're doin- WHOA??" Capsaicin lifted up the car. Well, that's one way of returning home.

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Kouign-Amann was looking down at a picture frame. The picture shown her family, by family: her mother, father, and herself. Kouign-Amann was an only child. So much expectations were on her shoulders....

She gave a sigh, filled with nostalgia. Ah.. those days. Wonder how her parents would react to her partners now...

Kouign-Amann lowered the picture down as soon as she heard knocking at the door. "Come in, Capsaicin." She replied.

Capsaicin opens the door, and walks around the room, is he looking for something? "What are you searching for?" Kouign-Amann asks.

"Thought I left some of my cards here- what are you holding?"

"Oh, I'm just looking through some photos of my family and reminiscing on the old days!" She replied with a small grin.

"Ah, okay."

"What about you Capsaicin? Do you have anything of your family?" Kouign-Amann asked, she never heard about Capsaicin's.. anything. Capsaicin stops in his tracks, turn his head around, and stared at her, eyes half lidded.

He stood there for a few minutes, processing that question, silent. Kouign-Amann was a little disturbed.

"I don't." Capsaicin finally responded. "I can't even remember anything about them." He went on. "Closest that I can think of is my headmaster, but he found me in that volcano so.." Capsaicin looked down.

"I see." Kouign-Amann responds at long last. That made her suspicious. She didn't know too much on Capsaicin's background, apparently he was shackled in a volcano, but.. how can you forget your family? Did he not have one to begin with? How long had he been in that volcano for? He claims he shackled himself there because he had too much power, but was that the only answer?

She'll be keeping an eye out on this.

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Kouign-Amann sat on the couch, thinking about the events from last night. Capsaicin's behavior was.. off. What could have possibly happen to him?

Before Kouign-Amann could sit there and ponder, Prune Juice opened the door with a very tired expression. Kouign-Amann looked up, and gave a small smile.

"Long day at the academy?" Kouign-Amann asks, Prune Juice went over to the couch Kouign-Amann was on and fell onto it. Kouign-Amann gave another smile and went to scoot herself over to Prune Juice.

Prune Juice let out a small noise, didn't even budge when Kouign-Amann got close. He was more relieved than anything. "I swear... you and Capcsaicin get me through the day.." Prune Juice commented

"Do we now?"

"Must I repeat myself?

"Nope!"

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It was later at night. Capsaicin returned from.. somewhere. He was passed out asleep on his bed. Kouign-Amann wondered.

"Hey, Prune Juice?" Kouign-Amann whispered to him. "What is it.. I'm trying to sleep.." he muttered in response. "Don't you think Capsaicin has been acting off lately?" Kouign-Amann was concerned, very concerned. Prune Juice lifted his head up. "What do you mean..." he replied.

Kouign-Amann looked back at Capsaicin. ".. I'll explain it in the morning."

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Like many stories, it starts off with a loud thunderstorm and hard rain. It was a particularly rough storm outside tonight. The Scovillia Headmaster, Hot Salsa, was running. He is too far away from his place to dash over there, so he was trying to find a area to take cover for a bit!

Hot Salsa noticed a volcano nearby, he could take hide out there for a bit maybe. As he went closer, Hot Salsa couldn't help but notice.. an entrance? It was being covered by the bushes and trees. Well.. whatever keeps the cold rain off of him.

Why did this volcano have a entrance? Wouldn't it be dangerous incase it could erupt? It didn't look active though, he'll probably report this to some higher ups incase something- what was that?

For a moment Hot Salsa thought he saw something move from the corner of his eye. No.. must be a raindrop- Okay no something definitely fucking moved. The hardened lava started to slowly look more like actual lava. "What the hell?"

Suddenly, a huge lava creature rose, it looked pissed off. Hot Salsa grabbed his weird axe/guitar thing out, prepared to use his weapon against whatever was inhibiting this volcano!

This creature had bright orange magma, with bright orange hair, and had shackles like it was locked in the volcano? What even was this fucking thing?! Whatever, Hot Salsa was not afraid to hold back.

Suddenly, it broke the shackles, and went to lunge at Hot Salsa! He was about to strike, when suddenly it screamed like it was in pain! WHAT IS HAPPENING?! It was on land, slowly starting to dissolve. The fight was extremely underwhelming.

Hot Salsa could notice the form went.. smaller, slowly starting to look more humanoid. This wasn't a monster, but rather just.. some guy. The magma looked dried up, still had that bright orange hair.. and has some horns. Was it alive-

The other guy sat up, looking scared out of his mind. Hot Salsa didn't know what to do right now, his skin looked like hardened magma, what if it burns his hand? Hot Salsa, however, didn't want to leave this... what looks to be a teenager, behind. He walked close.

Hot Salsa lend his hand out. "Hey.. easy there. I'm not going to hurt you." The other guy looked at the hand, horrified, looking like he was going to burst into tears. "Let me help you up, okay?" Hot Salsa's hand was suddenly gripped on. "Yep- okay- uhm- are you able to speak?" Hot Salsa asked. The other guy looked at him blankly. Of course.

Hot Salsa couldn't help but wonder if he had a name.

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Few days have past since he found this random teenager in a volcano. Hot Salsa needed to find out if he had a name, he can't just call him guy or any nicknames forever!

"Say, do you have a name?" Hot Salsa asked. The other guy looked at him, was he not paying attention? "I'll repeat myself: do you have a name?" Not a single response. Hm. Hot Salsa had to come up with an idea.

He clapped his hands, which definitely caught the other guy's attention. "Do you have a name?" Hot Salsa asked, again. He nodded. Okay we're getting somewhere now. "Could you like, write it down?" Hot Salsa went to grab a piece of paper and pencil.

The other guy was given the supplies, and started writing. He lifted up! Unfortunately the handwriting was sloppy, very.. very sloppy.... fortunately, because Hot Salsa was the headmaster: he seen worse.

Capsaicin, huh. Interesting name.

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Kouign-Amann's biggest, most brightest idea on how to make Capsaicin feel better was: going out for dinner. Yeah. It was that simple.

Prune Juice and Kouign-Amann picked out a spot, they know Capsaicin will eat anything on sight anyways. They weren't planning on doing anything fancy, just a simple night out! Despite the intentions, they ended up going to a fancy restaurant anyways.

"I call sitting against the wall!" Capsaicin smiles, his tail wagging so hard like a hound. Kouign-Amann giggles at this goofy action. "Sure dude, why not." Prune Juice shrugged. Capsaicin gleefully sat at the wall part of the table, enjoying himself! He's having a silly goofy time!

Prune Juice was thinking about ordering some streak, maybe medium rare too.. hm. Both Kouign-Amann, and unsurprisingly Capsaicin, ordered chicken tenders with fries.

Prune Juice stared at the pair as soon as he heard about that. "You guys.. we're at a fancy restaurant. Might as well try something new?" Prune Juice commented. "Well, you know, chicken usually refills my super awesome flames more!" Capsaicin gave a grin. Kouign-Amann crossed her arms and gave a small nod. She has a texture problem. That's her excuse.

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As the three were waiting for their food to arrive: from the corner of his eye, Capsaicin noticed someone. Just a guy wearing a hot dog costume. Average sight to behold. He has pale purple skin with short black hair, specifically bangs covering one side. He notably had earings. Hm. Something about seemed.. quite oddly familiar. Probably a cosplay of a show he watched.

As soon as Capsaicin noticed the guy in the hot dog costume looking straight at him, his face pale like he seen a ghost. Those purple eye pupils look so familiar.. why? His friend, another guy but tanned skin with long, spiky red hair, in a cheetos costume, elbow bumped his friend. What was that about? Ah well, he has his date to worry about!

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All three exited the restaurant. Prune Juice couldn't eat all his steak and had it in a takeout box, leaning against Kouign-Amann. "Well, what have you learned?" Kouign-Amann looked down at Prune Juice. "Meat was way too squishy for my liking..." Prune Juice mumbled. Capsaicin was walking behind them, when all the sudden his shoulder was tapped.

Capsaicin turns his head around, behind him was the guy in the hot dog costume. What the hell? The guy handed him a piece of crumpled paper, before walking back inside the restaurant. Capsaicin uncrumpled the paper: it revealed numbers. A phone number. Capsaicin looked down at it. What?

"You doing alright there big guy?" Kouign-Amann asks. Capsaicin snapped out of it before responding. "Yeah, wait for me!" He puts the paper in his pocket before running to catch up with his partners.

The stranger looked at the three, Capsaicin in particular, from inside the restaurant. He let out a breath he didn't know he had, heart was still racing. He felt sick to his stomach. "Black Sapphire!" His friend's voice, Vampire, called for him. "Come on, man, we to finish our drinks!"

Black Sapphire looks at Vampire and walks back to the table.

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Capsaicin looked down at the crumpled piece of paper with the phone number on bit. Who even was that stranger? Why did he hand him this? And why was he so compelled to even contact him? Capsaicin gave a sigh and pulled up his phone. 

Capsaicin typed the number down, he looked at it with hesitation. What if it's just something stupid? Well, here goes nothing. He starts the call and waits for the other end of the line to receive it.

It picked up.

What came from the other line caught him off guard. 

"I told you several time! STOP CALLING ME, I DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID SOAP-"

"Hey, this is the guy you gave your phone number to? Did I call the right number?" Capsaicin replied with so much hesitation. 

"No- No you got the right number." The other end soon fell quiet, like he needed a minute. Capsaicin waited a bit before he heard a response. "Meet me at a cafe?" Capsaicin blinks from confusion. Why? Huh? "Sure, where at?" Capsaicin confusingly uttered out.

"Uh... good question. Let me check." Capsaicin waited in silence again. How many times will this happen with this guy? Capsaicin was extremely tempted to hang up but chose not to. Finally he heard the other voice.

"Meet me at Duskfawn."

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Capsaicin sat on a chair, waiting for the stranger to come guy. Why did he come here without knowing the name first? For all he knows this could be a prank. Capsaicin placed his hands on his face. He heard the door open up and someone running order.

"Forgive me for being so late!" The stranger talked weird, like he was on some talk show. "So.. how has things been for you?" He asks. Capsaicin blinked. Am I supposed to know this guy? 

"Uhm... who are you, exactly?" Capsaicin finally asked. The stranger looked at him like his world shattered. "You don't remember me, Capsaicin?" The stanger asked back. Capsaicin froze. How did he know his name?! What?! Did he have a stalker?! WHAT?!

"It's me, Black Sapphire?" The stranger, now known as Black Sapphire, asked again. Capsaicin shook his head. "I don't recall. Are you sure you got the right guy?" 

"I know I got the right guy. Why can't you remember anything?!" Black Sapphire needed a minute to think about this. "I'll.. I'll you a refresher you need. Maybe it will help."

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"You were really the only reason why they got together in the first place, and separated after you went missing."

No. No no no no. This all must be some kind of lie! He can't be the son of those two beasts! That's impossible! He didn't even know where they could even be at! Capsaicin was very shaky from all the information Black Sapphire told him.

"I know, definitely a lot to take in-"

"If they were really my parents, why didn't they bother to search for me?!" Capsaicin yelled in response. "Did they even care about me or was I just like a 'heir' to them!?" Before Black Sapphire could say anything, Capsaicin got up from his seat and stormed out from the cafe. He could feel himself starting to heat up, literally. 

Calm down.. calm down.. you don't want to turn into that in the middle of a city...