It had been almost a month since Sebastian's disappearance.

Y/n has yet to be in contact with him, neither has anybody else in town. Each day they hope he'd come home. If not then at least give them a call to let them know that he was safe and happy. Each day, the frog which hides on Y/n's farm comes to visit them every night. He will sit on the pillow Sebastian always holds when he comes over and sits on their couch. He will take any chance he gets to get close to the farm cat, sitting on places where Sebastian knew the tabby liked to be pet.

Each day, the frog would bring them a dandelion, a daffodil if he was lucky enough to find one.

He'd leave it on her porch and sit next to it till the time came that Y/n had returned home from a long day of work.

"You're a good friend to have around, huh?" Y/n chuckles.

They began speaking to the frog every night about her times with Sebastian. Specifically tonight, they were especially emotional about him.

She sat with her head against her bathroom door, a bottle of wine in her hand.

The glass was long forgotten about, its long body rolling along the floor as the farmer's cat gently plays with it. Sitting in front of Y/n, the frog.

They swear they could read that little thing like a book, its emotionless exterior somehow appearing guilty. Or maybe it was just the wine.

"I never told... anybody this. But I really... really love Sebastian." They sigh heavily, shutting their eyes as a tear falls down their cheek. They sniffle and wipe it away, snickering softly. "Not only platonically. Of course, I love Sebastian platonically, he's amazing. But genuinely. I just... I'm so in love with him."

The frog steps backward, hesitating.

Y/n continues, taking a generous sip of wine from the bottle.

"I just thought that maybe he'd care at least the tiniest bit to let me know if he did leave. And I know that may not be the case- but I sure hope it is. I'd rather him be safe. But fuck- I thought we really had this close connection as friends. It just makes me feel so stupid." They begin to fold in on themselves, the bottle discarded to the side as it no longer has any remains. They hold their head in their hands, knees up to their chest like a little kid once again.

"So stupid..."

They don't notice, but the frog begins to jump away hurriedly, frantically searching for the daffodils and dandelions he'd gift her. Once he'd found them, he scurries back to Y/n, sobbing softly into their pyjamas.

He croaks, hoping that maybe they'd hear him through their sobs. Thankfully, they do. They look up to see him, the flowers firmly pressed between his lips. He carries them like a gentleman, presenting himself so highly as he comes closer.

Lightly, he nudges their ankle, dropping the small bouquet of dandelions and daffodils on the floor.

They take it into their fingers, twirling it lightly.

They begin to smile, and for a moment they swore the frog did too.

The moment falters though, Y/n suddenly feels all the wine they drank down goes up their throat again. Hurriedly, they twist the knob to the bathroom door open and crawl to the toilet, throwing up all that was in their stomach that day. Mostly wine, some field snacks and seaweed.

The frog watches, gradually approaching.

What a sad sight. And it was all his fault.

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That same night, the frog decided to leave the farm. He couldn't take any more of Y/n's melancholy smile, or the way they sob at the reminder of Sebastian.

He sneaks out through their open window, hoping their cat wouldn't make any noise while he left.

Hopping through the gravel and grass, he thinks of what he could possibly do to fix things. It was a mistake for him to ever enter that witch's lair, whatever it was... by the train station.

He simply was curious, not knowing that it had even existed and not even knowing that it was a witch's lair.

He ran as fast as he could but he just couldn't outrun the witch.

Who could he turn to in this situation? How could one make people listen as a frog? Even Y/n was clueless, his dearest friend. His crush. The one he loved so deeply.

Stumbling in his path, the frog bumps into something large. He falls on his back before he composes himself again, looking up at what it was that was causing such a large shadow over him. Strands on purple shaggy hair blew in the wind, a long black cloak over the shoulders of the figure which stood tall and ominous. The frog has seen this man before.

"Ah, the young prince."

The frog jerks slightly, confused.

Prince????

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"What the fuck!" The frog yells, sitting in a magic circle with the wizard he met. They were in his tower now, the wizard somehow being able to understand the frog.

"If you'd let me explain, in a past life, you were this wealthy prince of a kingdom. Hence the nickname-"

"Ok wait- what the actual f- I mean... why am I- there's no..."

The frog struggles to find his words, living the scene out in front of him too quickly. He couldn't render his situation to the pace he was comfortable at so he continues to pant heavily, overwhelmed. "But back to the point! You've been cursed. Haven't you... Sebastian?"

Still confused, the frog looks up from the ground where his feet were firmly planted, gripping tightly.

The wizard placed a phone in front of the frog, the dark green phone case and a little phone strap with the brown rabbit hanging off of it now cleaned and sanitized.

"You... you can help me."