A week had passed since Tony accidentally discovered the pink octopus in his fish tank. No one knew where the strange creature had come from, but once Tony realized it didn't seem dangerous, he decided to keep it—for now, at least, until he had some answers.

With his famously bad naming skills, Tony had decided to call it... "Squishy." He grinned, proud of himself, even though even Friday, his AI assistant, seemed less than impressed.

"Squishy? Really, boss?" Friday's voice was calm, though she couldn't hide her exasperation.

"Well, it looks... squishy, doesn't it? And I don't have time to think of anything else. It's easy to remember!" Tony shrugged as if it all made perfect sense.

"All right, Squishy, let's figure out what you are," Tony muttered to himself, shaking his head in mock fatigue as he watched the lazy octopus drift in its tank.

For the entire week, Tony and Friday ran all kinds of tests on the pink octopus, from physical scans to brain activity assessments. The result? Squishy was, for the most part, just a regular octopus. It could glide around the tank, curious about everything around it, and sometimes even tried to mimic Tony's simple gestures. The one thing that bothered Tony was its intelligence—it was evaluated to be on par with a three-year-old human child.

"Friday, are you sure this isn't some alien shapeshifter or something more complicated?" Tony asked, still not entirely convinced by the findings.

"Positive, boss. The analyses show it's a common mollusk species. However, its cognitive abilities are slightly... different. Specifically, its intelligence is equivalent to that of a small child."

Tony glanced at Squishy, who was playing around in the tank, its round, pink eyes sparkling with delight. "A three-year-old? So I've got a toddler octopus in the house. Great!" he muttered sarcastically.

Even though Tony had tested all kinds of things on Squishy, one thing he hadn't considered: he hadn't fed it anything all week. Yet the pink octopus seemed oddly healthy. The only noticeable change was that it had started to look a bit sluggish, swimming lazily around the tank like a kid in time-out. Tony thought about feeding it, but then shrugged. "If it's not starving to death, it's probably fine."

Then one morning, while Tony was working in his lab, he set his favorite cup of black coffee on the desk. Lost in his latest project, he didn't notice that Squishy had somehow slipped out of the tank, sneaked up to the desk, and... drank his coffee!

Tony didn't realize what had happened until he turned around and found the cup completely empty.

"Friday, did you see...?"

"Your octopus just drank all your coffee, boss."

Tony stared at Squishy, now swimming happily in the tank, its pink color almost glowing. He swore that if octopuses could smile, Squishy was definitely smirking at him.

"You've got to be kidding me! You drank my coffee?!" Tony shouted, eyes wide, pointing at the octopus. "You drank my coffee! How dare you?"

The octopus, as usual, didn't respond. It just twirled around in the tank, completely unfazed by Tony's outrage.

Tony ranted to himself, his voice rising with frustration. "That was my coffee! Do you have any idea how much I need that to function? I'm a genius, not a babysitter for a coffee-stealing octopus! Who's ever heard of an octopus drinking coffee? Are you trying to turn into a superhero or something?"

Squishy kept swimming, its tentacles playfully waving through the water as if mocking Tony's fury.

"I can't believe it! A dumb octopus just ruined my entire morning by drinking my coffee! Next time, I'm locking up my mug, you hear me?" Tony fumed.

Friday chimed in, her tone laced with amusement. "Boss, maybe Squishy just needed a little boost to start the day."

Tony glanced up at the ceiling and sighed wearily. "God, even my AI is turning against me now..."

The argument dragged on for a few more minutes, with Tony muttering about the absurdity of the situation, while the pink octopus happily swam around its tank, oblivious. Eventually, he stopped, sighing in defeat. "Friday, I can't believe I'm arguing with an octopus. Is this the lowest point of my life?"

As always, Friday responded calmly. "You've had lower points, Boss."

Tony rolled his eyes, then looked back at Squishy, who had sunk to the bottom of the tank, seemingly 'surrendering' after its caffeine binge. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, you win. But if you touch my coffee again, I'm throwing you out of the tank. Got it?"

Squishy lazily waved a tentacle, and Tony swore it smirked at him in defiance.

After downing Tony's cup of coffee, Squishy started displaying clear signs of an octopus that had gotten "drunk" on caffeine. Its pink body suddenly became hyperactive. Instead of lazily gliding around the tank, it thrashed its tentacles, darting back and forth at a dizzying speed. Tony could only watch, eyes wide in astonishment.

"Friday, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Tony asked, tracking the pink blur speeding around the tank.

"Very clearly, Boss. Your octopus has reacted to the caffeine like a child on its first energy drink."

Tony shook his head, hardly able to believe what was happening. "This is incredible. I thought octopuses were sensitive sea creatures. Who knew it could turn into a superhero with just one cup of my coffee."

And as if things weren't bad enough, this was only the beginning of a chaotic period between Tony and Squishy. After the first caffeine incident, Tony became determined to protect his coffee from the pink creature. However, Squishy seemed to have developed an obsession with the magical drink. Whenever Tony wasn't paying attention, the octopus would find a way to "break out" of its tank and steal his coffee.

Tony had to come up with all sorts of ways to safeguard his precious beverage. At first, he simply moved the cup out of Squishy's reach. But the octopus was too smart. It would use its long tentacles to push the tank lid open, slither out, and crawl onto Tony's workbench.

One morning, Tony found Squishy perched next to his cup, tentacle wrapped around the handle, ready to take a sip. Tony nearly exploded.

"Oh, come on! What are you doing on my desk?!! I told you to stay away from my coffee!"

Squishy just glanced at him, its eyes gleaming mischievously. It raised a tentacle as if to challenge Tony.

"It seems your octopus has developed superior climbing skills, Boss" Friday said, her voice calm but laced with humor.

"Not funny, Friday," Tony grumbled, snatching the cup back. "I swear, if I wasn't designing armor to protect the world, I'd have to apply for a job as a coffee guard."

But Squishy didn't give up. Every day, it tried new ways to get past the barriers Tony set up. Once, it escaped the tank while Tony was napping and climbed onto the desk. Another time, Tony even caught Squishy trying to push another cup off the edge of the table, creating an opportunity for itself to get to the coveted coffee.

In the end, Tony had no choice but to go full defense. He created an electronic shield around his coffee-making station, complete with security sensors powerful enough to stop even the most dangerous criminals—or at least one overly persistent pink octopus.

"All right, there's no way you're getting past this" Tony said, sipping his morning coffee as he watched Squishy get blocked by the protective shield. The octopus flailed its tentacles in frustration, slapping the shield a few times before retreating, looking like a child denied its favorite candy.

"Boss has resorted to high-level defense systems to protect coffee from a sea creature" Friday remarked, her tone filled with mockery. "This might be a new record for your 'innovative' inventions."

"Don't sass me, Friday" Tony shot back, though he couldn't help but laugh. "At this rate, I'll have to make a suit of armor for myself... or for it. I'm not even sure who needs the protection more."

Days passed, and Tony became fully confident that the security system around his coffee was impenetrable. Squishy, though still trying, couldn't get past the electronic barrier Tony had set up. And with every failed attempt, the pink octopus grew more sluggish and less active. It seemed the lack of coffee had dampened its spirits.

However, Tony had no idea that Squishy had one final "ace" up its sleeve.

One night, while Tony was deep in sleep filled with nightmares of past battles, Squishy silently crawled out of its tank, its soft body slipping through the gaps without making a sound. It stealthily made its way down to the kitchen, its bright eyes glowing in the darkness like a silent predator on the prowl.

In the kitchen, where Tony had carelessly left no security measures activated, Squishy approached the modern coffee machine that Tony often used. A tentacle extended out, skillfully pressing the start button. The machine's display lit up in the darkness, illuminating Squishy's pink body and making it look like a mysterious chef preparing a forbidden "elixir."

Friday, of course, recorded the entire process, from when Squishy crawled out of the tank to when it brewed a perfect cup of coffee all by itself. However, the AI said nothing. Instead, Friday silently observed and noted this bizarre event as an interesting study of marine behavior under the influence of caffeine.

As the cup of coffee finished brewing, Squishy carefully lifted it with its tentacle and began to sip the thick black liquid. Its eyes lit up with joy as the first drops of coffee touched its body. Squishy had truly succeeded in reclaiming its "elixir."

Just at that moment, Tony, unable to sleep peacefully after a series of nightmares, groggily got up and decided to head to the kitchen for a drink. He walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen in the dark, but suddenly felt a large shadow looming on the wall. It was Squishy's shadow, waving its tentacles like an evil witch concocting a horrific potion in the night.

Tony stood frozen for a moment, heart racing, before he shouted "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

The cup on Squishy's tentacle wobbled at Tony's shout, but the octopus calmly continued to sip its coffee. Tony pointed at it, his face turning pale, as if he had just witnessed the most horrifying scene of his life.

"Something terrible is happening here! Are you a witch?! Are you brewing something disgusting?! I told you, no one, NO ONE, touches my coffee!!"

Squishy looked at Tony, its eyes glowing under the kitchen lights, seemingly smirking at him as it took another sip. Tony gasped, hand pressed to his chest, feeling as if a heart attack was imminent.

Tony leaned against the kitchen counter, hand on his chest, while Squishy continued to sip its coffee with incredible calmness. The pink octopus seemed completely unfazed by Tony's panic, almost savoring each sip of coffee with remarkable relaxation.

"You're making my heart stop!" Tony yelled again, voice laced with bitterness.

"Didn't I make it clear that NO ONE is allowed to touch my coffee? And now you're sipping it like it's your favorite breakfast!"

Squishy glanced at Tony, as if it understood what he was saying. Its eyes sparkled mischievously, and if it could laugh, it surely would have burst out mocking Tony right then and there. Instead, the octopus elegantly waved its tentacle and continued to guzzle down the cup of coffee it had just brewed, completely ignoring Tony's complaints.

Friday, ever the observer in this mental duel, didn't miss the opportunity to add some commentary.

"Boss" Friday chimed in, her tone revealing her amusement, "I believe Squishy has just demonstrated that it can handle coffee without your help anymore. Perhaps you should consider sharing access to the coffee machine with it."

Tony stared wide-eyed, laughing bitterly. "Share with it? I don't even share with anyone! And now my beloved AI is telling me I should share with a caffeine-addicted octopus? This is the craziest dream I've ever had..."

He sighed, moving closer to Squishy, sitting down, and staring at the pink creature blissfully swimming in its cup of coffee.

"Listen, Squishy," Tony said in a serious tone but with a hint of helplessness. "We need to set clear boundaries. I'm the one who created this coffee machine, and I'm also responsible for the amount of caffeine consumed in this house. You can't just... take matters into your own hands!"

Squishy paused, looking up at Tony with its big round eyes, then took another sip as if nothing was more important than the cup of coffee at that moment. Tony rested his hand on his forehead, looking like someone who had just lost a psychological battle to a marine creature.

"Fine" he sighed. "I'll surrender. But from now on, if you want to drink coffee, you at least have to ask me first. Got it?"

Squishy lightly waved its tentacle, as if to show that it understood—or perhaps just to annoy Tony.

Meanwhile, Friday continued to observe the scene nonchalantly.

"Boss" Friday spoke up. "It seems you've just made a deal with an octopus. I'll log this event under the title: 'Tony Stark vs. Squishy—The Coffee Battle.'"

Tony glared at her. "Don't you dare tease me, Friday? I'm on the verge of a heart attack here. And I swear, if this octopus keeps torturing me like this, I'll... I'll make it a suit of armor and throw it into space!"

"I'm not sure Squishy would appreciate that, Boss" Friday replied, her tone serious but still laced with sarcasm.

Tony could only look up to the sky, feeling helpless in a bizarre situation he never thought he'd face. A battle with a coffee-loving octopus—this was truly something that could only happen to him.

Squishy, with its nearly empty cup of coffee, simply looked at Tony with innocent eyes, sensing that Tony was in a bad state.

With one of its tentacles, Squishy pressed the button on the coffee machine, and within seconds, a delicious cup of coffee was poured. It carefully used its tentacle to present the cup to Tony, as if offering a surprise gift.

Tony looked down at the cup of coffee in his hand, then back at Squishy, his expression dazed as if he had just witnessed a galactic explosion. "You just brewed coffee for me?" he asked, unable to believe his eyes. "You actually know how to do that?"

Squishy nodded, a sense of pride radiating from its body. Tony couldn't help but feel a strange sensation. It was a hilarious sight to see a little octopus brew coffee better than a barista.

"But... is there anything strange in it?" Tony hesitated to ask, glancing over at Friday. "Fri, did it add anything toxic in there? It can't just be plain coffee, right?"

"The data on coffee in our system is completely safe, Boss" Friday replied, her tone unperturbed. "However, I cannot determine its purity since Squishy was the one who performed the brewing."

Tony sighed, still hesitant. He couldn't help but imagine drinking something that might turn him into an octopus or worse. But the sincerity and playfulness in Squishy's eyes made it hard for him to refuse. "This is from your hands," he said, pointing at the cup of coffee, "so maybe it's not that bad. Alright, let's give it a try."

With determination, Tony raised the cup to his lips and took a sip. The characteristic bitterness of coffee immediately flooded his mouth. "Not bad!" he exclaimed, surprised to find that it was actually quite good.

Squishy blinked, seemingly satisfied with Tony's reaction. In response, it waved its tentacle and gleefully danced around the kitchen counter as if celebrating its success. "Perhaps I should start documenting this," Friday whispered, as if unable to resist the absurdity of the situation. "Squishy's brewed coffee could become a highlight in history."

Tony burst into laughter, waving his hand dismissively on Friday. "Stop it! Don't add that to my files. I don't want to be a hero in such a bizarre story!"

He was still laughing, but then wisdom struck him. "Hey, Squishy," he said, trying to keep a serious tone but unable to hide the humor. "You can't keep drinking my coffee like this. You're only allowed to have half a cup a day. That's our agreement."

Squishy stopped, its tentacles stilling, and a confused expression appeared on the octopus's face. One tentacle reached out to point at the cup of coffee, while two others raised in a pleading gesture, its big eyes sparkling with innocence, looking quite pitiful. It knew that without coffee, its life would be much duller.

Tony felt a growing softness in him. "No! I've given you too much already. You can't ruin your health just for coffee. You've seen me—I can't live without it!"

The octopus looked at him, then raised two tentacles again, as if making a prayer gesture. "Do you know you look like a child asking for a cookie?!" Tony couldn't help but laugh at Squishy's funny expression. "Alright, alright. One cup a day, that's the final deal. But if you drink more than that, I won't hesitate to install a lock on the coffee machine!"

Squishy seemed to understand the significance of the agreement, bouncing up joyfully and waving its two tentacles in excitement. Tony couldn't help but smile at its reaction. "What are you doing? Acting like you just hit the jackpot!"

"Right! Remember that, Friday!" Tony said with a teasing tone, directing his remark at his mischievous AI daughter. "I just negotiated a great deal with an octopus! If you don't add it to the records, I'll create a special program just for it myself."

"Clearly, this is a significant step forward in the history of biological research" Friday replied, but she couldn't hide the humor in her voice.

Tony just laughed as he sat down at the kitchen counter, looking out the large window where the dark night stretched infinitely like velvet. A gentle winter breeze blew through the slightly open window, making the room feel colder, but that sensation brought a sense of peace. Squishy, having finished its portion of coffee, was now floating lazily in the tank, its eyes wide open but dreamy, as if lost in a daze from the coffee it just drank.

Tony sighed, sipping his black coffee, wondering how he found himself in this peculiar situation. A billionaire, a tech genius, yet sharing his kitchen with a pink caffeine-addicted octopus. "This is just ridiculous" he muttered, his gaze fixed on the distant night.

Outside, the lights flickered, creating a serene scene. The night sky was clear, without a cloud in sight, and the stars twinkled like they were dancing high above. "It's so quiet. Everything is peaceful... at least for now."