Chapter 1:

Heartbreak and Breakdown

It was the beginning of the evening in Wartwood. As the Sun lowered itself down across the horizon, the citizens of the small frog village had already begun to illuminate their home, in the way of turning the lightshrooms on within their houses and business establishments, as well as lighting the streets with lamps containing fireflies.

It was around that time that two, young frogs had returned from their first date on the outskirts of the village. Their date was not unlike what they usually do together when they were simply friends, such as trying to out-ambush each other and adventuring into the unknown for the thrill of it. The big difference was that they were going out as a highly-anticipated couple.

As they stopped in front of Felicia's Tea Shoppe, Sprig Plantar and Ivy Sundew turned to each other to share how they feel about their hang-out before they split from there.

"Today's been pretty fun, Sprig." Ivy said.

"Yeah, I had a real blast hanging out with you, Ivy." said the grinning Sprig.

"Ditto. Although, when you think about it, our date isn't that too different from our usual thing back then. I mean, we still tried to ambush one another at our first meeting, explored the forest to find new and exciting stuff and fended off vicious wildlife together." Ivy remarked.

"Yeah, you're right." Sprig nodded, having realized the lack of difference between their date and their friendly outings in the past. "But I guess today's different, 'cause… You know… We're going out not as friends, but as an item. To me, that was even more fun." He blushed.

The yellow frog smiled. However, compared to the smiles that she had shown throughout their date together, this one was strained. Furthermore, she had her gaze away from the pink frog, as if she was unsure how to approach a certain topic. "It was, huh…?"

"Ivy, I… I'm really glad that you asked me out the other day." Sprig expressed his gratitude. "I mean, ever since the night Hop Pop and your mom tried to hook us up, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I mean, you're my first friend for, like, ever. The idea of us being a thing didn't cross my mind before, and now that I thought about it, it's like… I dunno, like, it's meant to be? You know, like how Alastair and Constance had that going on with each other in Love Choice?"

Ivy nodded, as the uneasy feeling that she had before started to grow slowly as Sprig continued to speak to her.

"I mean, I know it sounds kinda cheesy, but that's how I really feel." Sprig continued, as his pink cheeks grew hotter by the second. "Ivy, I… I'm so glad that you gave me this chance. You can definitely count on me to give you as much love and respect as you deserve. I'll be the best boyfriend that you'll ever have."

"Sprig, I…"

Guilt filled every fibre of her being. It was clear that the pink frog's feelings for the young Sundew were strong, and his beliefs were very hopeful. And it pained her to do what she was about to do next.

"Sprig… You're the bestest friend that a gal like me could ever ask for. Really. But…" Ivy frowned as she gazed down in shame. "But… I think we should stay friends."

All hope that appeared on Sprig's face instantly diminished, as he processed what Ivy just told him.

"… Huh? W-what do you mean?"

"I'm so sorry, Sprig…" Ivy apologized, unable to look at the pink frog in the eye after stating her desire. "I don't think I'm ready for our bond to go up the next level. I feel like I'm more content with us staying friends as we are now."

"You mean… You don't want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend?" Sprig asked, as he could hardly believe what he just heard from her. His heart was slowly sinking from within.

Ivy reluctantly nodded.

"B-but what about our date? Doesn't us going out mean that you and I are a thing? I mean, heck, you're the one who asked me out!"

"I know, Sprig. I thought so too, at first." she replied. "Believe me, Sprig, I really do want this to work, and me asking you out the other night was proof that that was what I wanted. But our date today… It was telling me a different story…"

"B-but… But…!" Sprig stuttered as he struggled to comprehend Ivy's intent.

He thought that, having known her for a long time, he got Ivy figured out. Then suddenly, she threw a curve bugball at him that completely messed up everything he knew. In his head, all he could think was what went wrong between them during their first date.

"Did I do something wrong, Ivy?" he asked in desperation and distraught. "Did I insult you or something? Did I do something stupid that made you feel embarrassed? Whatever it is, I promise that I'll make up for it! Please, Ivy!"

Ivy finally looked at her friend in the eye, and the sight of him broke her heart. Sprig looked like he had his heart shattered to pieces, as he was hyperventilating and his eyes were close to tearing up. No matter how much she wanted to be proven wrong about the whole thing, she knew that the puzzle piece just would not fit, and attempting to do so would go against everything that they believe in.

"Sprig, please listen." Ivy pleaded. "The problem ain't you. It's…"

"Ivy! About time that you got back home safely!" A new voice was heard just as the front entrance of the tea shop was swung open. The two young frogs turned their attention to the entrance to see Ivy's mother standing there, as she was expecting her daughter to return from their date.

"Now come on back inside, sweetie. It's gonna be dark out soon. And I just finished making you supper." said Felicia.

"C-coming, mom!" Ivy shouted out to her mother.

With a nod, Felicia retreated back inside of their house, leaving the door open for her daughter to walk in.

The young Sundew turned her attention back to her distraught pink friend whose expression and behaviour hadn't change. Ivy was rendered unable to do anything to ease Sprig's pain. Reluctantly, she turned away from him as she began to march back home. "I'm sorry, Sprig… I'll talk to you later…"

Sprig could only watch as his supposed soulmate walked back inside of her home. He tried to stop her by reaching his hand out to her, but it was in vain, as she entered the tea shop without looking back at him and closed the door.

The young Plantar was left standing in front of the Sundew household. He stood there for half a minute until he felt everything crashing down on him like a huge wave.

His tears soon fell freely from his eyes, as he turned his heel and sprinted away from the tea shop.

BAM!

It was not even a second before he suddenly collided into someone in his haste. Both he and that person fell on their backs. In the case of the latter, though, the collision also made them toss numerous of flasks that they had in their possession up in the air.

Sprig recovered and wiped his tears off with his forearm. When his vision cleared up, he recognized that the person that he bumped into was his friend and ex-fiancee.

"Maddie?"

"Urgh…" Maddie Flour groaned as she rubbed her back that took the blunt of the fall. After nursing the back injury, she realized what she just did and quickly searched her surroundings for her flasks.

When she found her flasks, she saw that they were still in the air and were falling towards the unsuspecting pink frog. "Sprig! Look out!"

Her warnings came too late, as each and every flask hit the poor frog in a splash of different colours. The blue frog had her head turned away and her arms up to shield herself from the splash of various liquid concoctions. When the sounds of flasks breaking stopped, she lowered her arms down and opened an eye up to see the results of the accident.

The poor boy was soaked head to toe in various fluids that all formed into a mix-match of different colours that are painful to look with the naked eye. Sprig looked down at himself and saw how pathetic he looked, which soured his mood even further.

"Oh frog… Sprig, I'm really sorry about this." Maddie apologized as she quickly stood up and dusted the dirt off her tunic, before she had her hand search for something within her possession to fix the problem on their hands. "Don't move. I'm going to try and nullify the potions' effect before it happens."

"I-I'm fine! I-I'm just gonna w-walk it off!" Sprig choked, as he stood up from the ground himself and attempted to wipe the liquid substance off of him. The last thing that he needed was to stay there, seconds away from his disastrous breakdown.

"Sprig, if we leave this alone for even a second, who knows what might happen to you." Maddie explained as she managed to pull out a small pouch containing some sort of powdered antidote against the accidental concoction. She approached the boy as she was about the sprinkle the powder on him. "Just hold still until I-"

"I SAID I'M FINE!" Sprig yelled as he slapped the pouch out of Maddie's hand, as it dispersed itself across the ground.

Maddie immediately reeled her hand back in shock. Sprig realized what he just did and, unable to contain his sadness any longer, hoped away from the blue frog and the household of his supposed love. "I'm sorry, Maddie!"

"Sprig, wait!" Maddie tried to stop the fleeing pink frog, but her cries fell on death ears, as he continued to hop towards the direction of his home.

The blue frog was left confused. Not only was she worried about the unintended effect of the potions, it was the first time that she ever saw her friend looking outright miserable. From what she knew about him, he was always a very cheerful frog who managed to cater the favour of almost everyone in Wartwood. It would take a lot to make him sad, which was why it came as a shock to her that he behaved very poorly around her.

She turned her head towards the tea shop where she encountered him and could only take a shot in the dark as to what might have occurred there.

"Did something happen between him and Ivy…?"

It was incredibly dark outside when Sprig stopped hastily hopping and saw that the Plantar house was within sight. He bent down to try to catch his breath, after realizing that he had not stopped fleeing since he left the main square.

His tears had gone dry and the potions that were splashed on him back there had either dried up or flew off of him during his sprint. Either way, it still remained that he was a mess and his sadness had yet to be shed off of him.

Staring at his illuminated house from a distance, he dreaded having to speak to his Hop Pop and his sister, Polly, about how his date went. The last thing that he needed was his grandfather lecturing him about a failed relationship and Polly teasing him about how much he screwed up. He considered hopping up to his bedroom window to avoid the confrontation, though it would only delay the inevitable.

With a sigh, he was about to march towards his house, when he noticed something from the corner of his eyes. Turning his attention towards a lone light source located at the ruin remains of a small, stoned wall, he found a familiar, long-limbed creature with brown, bush-liked hair sitting against the stoned wall with a candle lighting her surroundings.

"Anne…"

The young frog was surprised that his human best friend was already at their favourite spot where they usually read books together or looked at the evening stars. Usually, if either one of them decided to go there, they would both go together. He wondered if there was a reason why she was there in the first place.

He then thought that, if he was ever willing to talk to someone about how terrible of a day that he was having, it would be with her. Better than having to suffer in embarrassment with Hop Pop or Polly.

After weighing his options, he decided to join his human friend at their resting spot.

"Hey, Anne…" The boy said as he climbed over the wall before sitting next to her.

"Oh, hey, Sprig. What's up?" Anne Boonchuy greeted him with a smile, somewhat surprised that her frog best friend came to join her. She stashed away a picture that she was holding in her hand in the pocket of her skirt.

She was taken aback by Sprig's messy appearance and noticed that he looked depressed. "Whoa, dude! What happened?"

Sprig sighed, as he looked down at the ground. "Well, a lot of stuff happened tonight…"

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Um… It's kinda hard to talk about it, actually…"

"That bad, huh? I mean, I was expecting you to be having a time of your life, since you were going on your first date with Ivy." Anne said, wondering what happened that could have soured his day in the end. Then, she gasped in horror, as it dawned on her about the cause of her friend's misfortune, based on what she just said.

"No! Please don't tell me that your date went horribly!"

"No, actually, our date went pretty great." Sprig replied. "Ivy and I had a lot of fun trying to outdo each other in the ambush department. We explored the forest and found some cool stuff, and we fought against monsters as an awesome couple."

"But if your date was awesome, why do you look so down in the dumps?" Anne asked.

Sprig shut his eyes closed, not wanting to tear up again in front of his best friend. "I… At the end of our date, Ivy told me that… that she wants us to stay friends…"

Anne gasped as she covered her mouth with both of her hands in a shocked manner. "Seriously? After everything you guys have been through, she decided to call it quits just like that?"

Sprig nodded, turning his head away from her slightly.

"I can't believe it… She sank the Sprivy ship herself before it had time to shine…" Anne mumbled to herself, unable to comprehend how her highly anticipated pairing could fail despite the signs of its success being made apparent to her.

She turned her attention back to Sprig after hearing him sadly sniffed, his face turned away from her so that she would not see that he was close to crying.

"Oh Sprig… I'm so sorry, dude…" Anne apologized, feeling sad for him for not being able to hook up with Ivy like they wanted to.

"I-it's not your fault, Anne…" Sprig said. "I'm the one who decided to make a move on her in the first place. It's just that… I-I don't get it! She and I were awesome together! I feel that things could really, really work between us! So why did she say all of that to me? What went wrong during our date?"

Anne watched as Sprig mentally beat himself up over what happened between him and Ivy. She searched in her head for ways that she could use to remedy the situation, to revitalize the Sprivy ship. But nothing came into mind, and she felt helpless.

"Anne…" Sprig finally turned his head back towards Thai-American human, giving her a full view of his overwhelmingly miserable expression on his face. "Did I… Did I do something wrong…?"

Unable to sit still any longer, she leaned forward and enveloped her frog friend in a strong, comforting hug. Sprig reciprocated it, burying his face against her shoulder as he quietly broke down.

"Sprig… I dunno what made her say that things wouldn't work between you two, but one thing is for sure, you didn't do anything wrong, buddy…" Anne reassured him, rubbing his back gently as she let him sob all over her shoulder.

"You're an awesome friend, Sprig. It's not that hard to believe. I mean, everybody in Wartwood love you for who you are… Well, except Mrs. Croaker, but I think she's just hiding the fact that she's taking a shine to you. Not even she's immune to your cute and fun Sprig magic, whether she likes it or not." Anne joked.

She felt a little bit of relief when Sprig chuckled through his tears.

"The point is that it'll take a lot for you to mess up and make people hate you, Sprig. Sure, you might cause problems here and there, but you can never make a serious enough problem that people will think twice about befriending you. I know that it sucks that Ivy only wants to be friends with you, but she would never hate you, no matter what you do."

"Anne…" Sprig pulled his face away from her shoulder to look at her, as couple of tears escaped from his eyes. Her words started to take an effect on him, as his heart felt a bit lighter. "Y-you really think so?" he sniffed.

"Totally!" Anne smiled. "And if you want a big enough proof as to you being awesome, the fact that I'm sitting here with you at our favourite spot outside of the house is more than enough."

For the first time since the start of the evening, Sprig smiled. Anne was glad that she was able to get through to him and shake off his bummed state. She continued to express her appreciation of him regardless.

"I'm really glad that you're my first friend since I've been to Amphibia. You really helped me a lot when things were looking bleak for me. Especially during…"

The memory of the incident at Toad Tower flashed in her mind. For a brief moment, Anne felt regret before she brushed it off in favour of supporting Sprig.

"I can tell you a hundred percent that you'll never do anything wrong to make us hate you. You're amazing in every way you are, Sprig."

With that, Anne was able to dispel any worries that the pink frog had about himself. He wiped away the remaining tears that he had on his face and flashed a huge smile at his human friend. "Thanks, Anne. I think I feel better now."

"Good to know." Anne nodded. "Don't worry about Ivy, dude. If you ask me, I think she's missing out. If your chance with her isn't happening because she isn't interested, then you're better off with someone else."

"Yeah, maybe…"

"I mean, you can even try your luck with Maddie again, so long as you're willing to sacrifice a hair or something." Anne joked.

"Hah… Funny you should mention her, Anne." Sprig chuckled nervously, as he thought back at his brief encounter with the frog witch. "I might have bumped into her and accidentally made her spill some stuff on me."

"Really? Does that explain why you looked like you took a swim in a rainbow mud or something?"

"Yep." Sprig nodded. "But don't worry. Most of the stuff were gone by the time I got here. I just need to take a really nice bath and I'll be good as news."

"You sure, dude?" Anne asked worryingly. "We both know what Maddie's deal is. What if the stuff that she spilled on you were super dangerous potions? Like a potion that makes your eyes pop out of their sockets? Or one that melts your skin? Or one that makes you grow hair all over your body?"

"Wouldn't be the first time with that last one, but eh, I doubt that." Sprig shrugged, as he motioned his hand in a manner of showing off his body. "I mean, look at me! I'm still the most lovable, cute-looking frog in the whole, wide world!"

"Hmm… I guess so." Anne relented after she observed Sprig's appearance closely and saw that nothing seemed amiss, besides all the dirt that he had on him.

"But anyway," Sprig stood up from the ground, as he patted himself off. "Thanks for cheering me up, Anne. I think I really needed it."

"Anytime, dude." she replied.

"I sure hope that I get to return the favour, someday. If there's anything that gets you down, I'll be here to help you deal with it together. Okay, Anne?"

Anne averted her gaze slightly, as she thought about the implications behind his statement. It had gone unnoticed by the frog. "Yeah… I appreciate it, buddy."

Sprig extended his hand out to her. "Spranne against the world?"

"Spranne against the world."

The two proceeded to perform a special handshake that was shared between them.

A slap on one hand of each person. Another slap on the other. And finally, they intertwined each other's hand in front of them as they drummed their fingers against each other before sliding away.

"Well, I'm gonna go back inside." Sprig said. "Wanna come with, Anne?"

"It's okay, Sprig." Anne declined his offer. "I'll just stay here for just a bit longer."

"Okay, whatever you say. Don't stay out for too long. Or keep the candle lit. Remember the giant fireflies?"

"Don't worry, dude. I got it." Anne waved off the obvious perils of the night with a confident smile.

"Okay! See ya back inside!"

With that, Sprig began to walk back to the house on his own, trusting Anne enough to take care of herself in spite of the danger that may lurk during the night time. After about 10 seconds of walking, he stopped and turned back to look at his friend one more time.

Anne had been watching him leave to make sure that nothing bad happens to him, and when he threw a glance at her, she simply waved her hand at him to reassure him that everything was fine on her side.

He returned her wave with his own and continued his march towards the house.

Sprig was right to confine his troubles with Anne. He always believed that she would be the one to get him out of his funk in one way or another. Maybe that was one of the perks of being a human from another world, being able to empathize with people easily? Or maybe Anne was naturally good at listening to people and offering them aid?

Regardless of her skills, Sprig was truly glad that she was his friend. And he would not exchange it for anything else in the world.

Once he was at close proximity of the house, he noticed that his body was getting sore. Actually, it started to feel sore when he left Anne at their usual spot. He figured that he must have overextended his body during his sprint back there, thought it led to him wondering why it affected not just his legs, but his whole body. Maybe there was some products in their possession that could help treat it.

At the same time, as soon as she made sure that Sprig arrived home safely, the brown-haired girl shifted her focus back at what was plaguing her mind for the past few weeks, as her gentle smile was replaced with a frown filled with regret.

She pulled out a picture that she put away when Sprig came a short while ago and looked down upon it.

It was a polaroid picture of herself and her two best friends, Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu, taken during their first day in school back on Earth. The letters 'BFFS!' were written in pink marker next to a scribbled heart on the white border underneath the picture.

She set her sights on Sasha in the picture, and the haunting memories of Toad Tower came rushing back. Scenes of her fight against her former best friend kept playing over and over in her head, repeating after Sasha almost fell to her death despite Anne's best efforts to save her.

Sprig said that he was willing to help her out whenever she feels down. But this was one problem that neither him nor her would be able to solve no matter what they do. Especially when she felt that everything that occurred back there might be her own fault.

"Oh Sasha…" she whispered, gripping the picture tightly in her hand. "What should I've done differently…?"

When Sprig opened his eyes and analyzed his surroundings, he found himself floating in the night sky, surrounded by bright stars. Looking down, there wasn't any ground anywhere in sight Or perhaps there was, only that it was so far below him that it looked minuscule to him as a result.

At first, the young frog was content on just floating there, watching the stars around him glimmer endlessly in the night, each of them lighting up in tandem with the other as if they were making a rhythm.

Then, he was caught by surprise by four stars shooting past him from behind. Each shooting star was leaving a trail of a different colour.

Blue. Green. Red. And Yellow.

Sprig decided to chase after the shooting stars by flying across the sky, the ability of flight coming natural to him.

Despite the distance between him and the shooting stars being the same no matter how fast he flew, the chase gave him the opportunity to enjoy the sights of the stationary stars as he flew past them, giving him the impression that he was on a highway in space.

Just when he thought the chase would become endless and monotonous, one of the shooting stars leaving a yellow trail suddenly shifted course down below. Like a kid attracted by a shiny object, Sprig dove down to chase after the falling star.

The more he followed it, the more he could see the ground below them. He noticed that the ground was dispersed into small lands that floated in the void. Some of the lands held a few houses whose appearances and structures reminded him of Wartwood.

The falling star reached one of the lands, as it bounced off the earth in the process. Once Sprig reached the land himself, he launched his tongue out and was able to catch the shimmering star in his hold.

"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, as he pulled his tongue back and took hold of the star in his hands. He felt proud of himself for managing to accomplish what he believed to be a difficult task. But just when he was about to examine the star closely, it suddenly turned into shiny, yellow dust that fell apart in his hands. "Oh come on!"

He sighed, as all of his efforts had gone down the drain. He was about to fly back up in the sky to start his chase over again, when he noticed what was on the land that he was standing on.

He found himself standing in front of what looked to be the Plantars' House. But it looked different in a variety of ways. Namely, it was much smaller and only had a single floor. The stones that made up the walls looked like they were assembled very recently, due to the lack of moss that covered some areas of the wall, and the wooden roof seemed to be freshly carved.

Despite how different the house looked compared to what he remembered what it usually looked like, he felt a sense of familiarity radiating from it. But it also came with a foreboding feeling.

His curiosity got the best of him and he slowly walked towards the small house, stopping at the front door. He looked down at the doorknob and was debating on whether he should proceed forward or just fly away.

And yet, something about the place was pulling him in. Like it was calling to him.

His hand grasped the doorknob. He slowly turned it. And he opened the front door, as the light from inside engulfed the young frog.

"NOOOOOOO!"

Sprig was awoken from his dream by the horrified scream of his human friend coming from the basement.

"Anne?!"

Fearing that Anne might be in grave danger, he quickly got out of his hammock bed and hopped his way outside of his bedroom.

Only for his head to somehow hit the top of the doorframe in the process.

"Oww!" he groaned as he crouched down and massaged his injured forehead. That was the first time that he accidentally hit the doorframe, though it might be because he was moving in a hurry.

Brushing off the pain, he continued to move swiftly to his friend's aid, foregoing the stairs in favour of hopping over the rails to reach the ground floor.

The floor shook when he landed.

He ran towards the basement bulkhead located in the living room and pulled it wide open. He peered through the entrance for any sign of danger that may lurk inside, but his brief glance showed him no such thing. Anne's bedroom looked completely fine. Nothing seemed to be tampered with. No monster was made apparent.

The only alarming sight was Anne, sitting up from her bed and visibly crying on her hands.

"Anne!" he shouted, as he attempted to climb down the stairs, only for him to miss a step which caused him to tumble down the staircase and crashed flat on his back with a noticeable thud. "Ouch…!"

"Sprig?!" Anne exclaimed, surprised to hear his voice which signalled his sudden appearance. She quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes and attempted to recompose herself before looking at a vague, shadowy silhouette of her frog friend in the darkness of her room. "W-what're you doing here?"

"I heard you scream!" Sprig replied as he stood up from the floor, rubbing the injury on the back of his head. "Are you in trouble?!"

"N-no, no! It's nothing, Sprig!" Anne said as she waved both of her hands to show that she was okay. "I… I just had a nightmare. That's all."

"A nightmare?" Sprig approached the bed, still worried about the Thai-American girl's alarmed state from a second ago. "If that's the case, then it must've been a really horrifying one."

"Y-yeah… It was…"

Sprig sat down on the corner of her bed, on the opposite end of where she was sitting. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

Anne stared at him for a moment, her eyes red from crying. The young frog waited for her to respond, and what he got was a reassured smile and a shake of the head. "It's fine, buddy. It's just a stupid nightmare."

"Are you sure?" he asked, unconvinced. "Remember what I said earlier? If there's anything that gets you down, I'm always here to help you out. You sure you don't wanna talk about it?"

Anne shifted her gaze away from him for a moment, as if she was contemplating on whether or not she should talk to him. When she looked back to him, she reassured him once again with a smile. "I really appreciate it, Sprig." she said. "But like I said. It's just a stupid nightmare anyway. No reason why we should waste our time talking about it."

"Well… Okay." Sprig was still unconvinced, but this time, he will take her by her words. It did not stop him from wondering what the nightmare was all about, and why Anne was looking incredibly miserable as the result.

"But thanks anyway, dude." Anne said, as she rubbed her eyes when they started to sting for a bit. "You coming for my help when you thought that I was in trouble really cheered me up…"

Sprig blushed slightly at her compliment. "Hehe… Anything for my best friend, Anne."

After she rubbed off the sting in her eyes, she looked at the shadow silhouette of her friend once more.

Then she blinked a couple of times, as her face adopted a perplexed look.

"… Sprig?"

"Yeah?"

"Is… Is that really you?"

"Uh, yeah? Why wouldn't I be me?"

"Um, well… It's just that you look… taller?"

"Uh… You lost me there, Anne. What do you mean?"

Anne proceeded to turn and reach for the lightshroom next to her bed. When she turned it on and shifted herself back towards Sprig, she immediately gasped in shock. "Holy…!"

"What? What is it, Anne?" Sprig asked, alarmed by her shocked reaction.

"Sprig! You… You're…!" Anne had trouble finding the words, causing the young frog to be even more confused.

When no more words seemed to leave from her mouth, Anne quickly grabbed her smartphone next to her, turned it on, tapped and swiped on the screen a few times, before turning the phone around to show him the screen.

"Huh? What am I supposed to look at?" Sprig asked, as he took a look at the screen of her phone.

The screen showed a picture of a person. The person looked really similar to Anne, with the only difference being that their skin was lighter and they have short, orange hair. Sprig assumed that the person was someone that Anne knew from back in her world.

… Only to notice that the person in the picture was moving. And they were mirroring Sprig's movements.

"Anne, who is…?" He was about to ask her about the mysterious person, only for the cogs in his brain to start turning, and realization was slowly sinking in.

He looked down on his hands and saw that they were completely different from usual. Namely, he has five fingers on each hand instead of four. His fingers are no longer webbed. And his skin are not pink, but beige.

He looked down at himself, then back to the phone screen. He came to a horrifying realization.

Giant head. Spindly limbs. Head bumps.

The person on the screen was him.

Sprig became a human.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

End of Chapter

Hello, everybody. HiddenKurogawa here with a new Amphibia fanfic. This one is going to be quite a hefty story, since this is going to span from the beginning of Season 2 of the original cartoon all the way to the series finale, with quite a few original content sprinkled here and there.

Just as the summary and the first chapter showed, the story came to be when I decided to take my own spin on an idea that may or may not be popular among the fandom since the character's imagined appearance: Sprig transforming into a human. The concept interested me enough to start writing it and see where it would go from there. I already have a few ideas that I can implement later in the story, but it'll take a while before you get to see it.

There will be romance in this story. As to who the main ship might be... I'm having my mouth shut for this one, because even I don't know which ship to go for. All I can say for certain is that the hypothetical pairing will either garner positive reactions, or it'll gain mixed to negative ones. You'll have to find out soon, if you wish to stick around.

Be warned that my writing may be rusty, since it's been a while since I wrote. Therefore, there are gonna be mistakes here and there, and the characters in the story may not be in character, despite my best efforts to give respects to the source material. Also, depending on how the story goes, I might end up editing the chapters in order for the story to flow better. I'll give you a heads-up when that's gonna be the case.

That's all from me. Feel free to comment, follow and/or fave this fanfic, though I would appreciate these very much. Until next time.