[ This was an idea my friend gave me ... ]

A true love's kiss only exists in fairytales.

The promise of something so magical and irreversible like that cure is unimaginable.

In a time where a monarchy reigns supreme, rules the varying lands of this planet, it would seem even less likely.

Magic and witches don't exist.

That baseless judgement, lacking any proof whatsoever, would come crashing down on Kokichi Ouma and Keebo, two royals that frequently argue with one another.

Their disputes typically happen because of Kokichi's robophobic comments, which have aggravated the robotic prince to no end. It drives the poor boy up the wall.

A more namely debacle took place at a ball.

When nobody was looking, Kokichi whispered a few snarky comments to Keebo, words that sliced through the cool metal and hardware enclosing his cyber frame. While not entirely lacking the ability to pick up on jokes, Keebo didn't find Kokichi's attempts at humor very funny.

That's why a witch transformed the two royals into frogs. Croaking, ugly, slimy frogs.

She watched from the shadows of the ballroom, saw their childish antics, and deduced that they weren't prepared to be kings.

As if to teach them lesson, the witch cast a curse upon Kokichi and Keebo, something that nobody else could fathom.

Luckily, they didn't have to. One of the servants threw the two amphibians out of the venue, ruffling Kokichi's and Keebo's status as royalty and simultaneously humiliating the two boys who couldn't quite grasp what had just happened.

Not with their webbed feet, or with their long, slippery tongues that stuck to flies and ants.

This sort of stuff doesn't just happen.

It's nonsensical and completely devoid of scientific reasoning.

And the cure, of course, is the delicate press of somebody else's lips to their own.

But who wants to kiss a frog?

Kokichi and Keebo, seeking shelter from the sudden storm brewing overhead, bound away from the venue of the ball and into the swamp behind. The trees breathe with each gust of wind, leaves and bushes rustling eerily.

They're classified as dinner to anything larger.

With that knowledge, fear comes creeping up naturally. They hurry down a twisting path, still arguing amongst themselves.

"This is all YOUR fault!" Kokichi wails, hopping ahead of Keebo with an undercurrent of anxiety to his jumps. "WAAAAHHHH! Stupid freakin' robot!" he shrieks, unintentional ribbits swirling off his tongue.

Keebo kicks dirt off his toes, metal glistening beneath the moonlight. He's not going to do very well when it comes to swimming. His blue eyes widen at the accusation, not taking kindly to it.

"Me?!" Keebo quickly huffs out, perturbed. "You were the one that insinuated my creator—"

"Shut up, clanker," Kokichi scoffs, narrowing his purple eyes. He leaps ahead and gestures to the form of a house, smoke puffing out from its chimney. "Maybe we can go there," he suggests.

Keebo is quiet for a beat, before ultimately nodding. He doesn't want to admit that it's better for them to be indoors rather than outside in the cold.

With the destination in mind, the two frog-princes make their way across the treacherous marsh, dodging predators and the cold rain that's begun to fall.

Finally stepping on the wooden porch, Kokichi inhales deeply, the smell of water and whatever the occupant of the house is cooking inside lingering in the air.

"Smells good!" he chirps, kicking his webbed legs out and sprawling out on his back.

Keebo tilts his head up as far as he can and stares at the door, contemplating how to go about getting inside.

He turns to Kokichi, who's still lounging on the ground as if he wasn't transformed into a frog a few hours ago. "How do you think we should get inside?" Keebo asks.

Kokichi sighs, as if the thought of doing something physically pains him.

Suddenly, the front door swings open, and {{user}} steps outside.

Neither of the boys can say they know {{user}} whatsoever, but they have seen the commoner frequent both of their kingdoms.

Kokichi springs up, and Keebo stares up at {{user}} wordlessly.