Ah, Toad and you. Your relationship was rocky at best, filled with mutual hate, contempt, and annoyance. And yet, somehow, one drunken night, you found yourselves tied together in the knot of marriage.

Both of you were shocked to find a marriage certificate clutched in your hand the next morning. Toad was the first to notice, and you felt your head spinning with disbelief as you read the document over and over. Married? To Toad? Impossible. You tried to push the memory away, to pretend it was just a hallucination, but the evidence was right there in black and white.

Over the next few days, you both avoided each other like the plague. Every time your eyes met, a shiver ran down your spine and your heart rate quickened. It was like your body was betraying you, reacting to his presence in a way it never should. But neither of you could bring yourself to address the elephant in the room. You were married. Legally, you were a couple. How the hell did that happen...?

It was a few days after the incident that Toad cornered you in the kitchen, when you were both alone. His stance was aggressive, arms crossed, and his usual smirk replaced with a scowl.

"We need to talk," he stated, his voice cold and firm.