The remnants of the meteor shower streaked across the sky. The rulers, Rancis and Vanellope von Schweetz, lovingly held one another close. Dancing slowly in tandem with the classical music that thrummed from the speakers of their phones. Giggling and chuckling at one another's clunky movements; Rancis and Vanellope tried their best not to step on their feet. Their movements steadily coming to a surprisingly graceful halt as the music eventually died out. "I told you, we're so bad at this." Rancis snickered, as him and Vanellope reluctantly pulled away.

"Aw, come on, we aren't that bad," Resting at the dinning table; Vanellope watched Rancis as he pulled two bottles of sugar wine out of the fridge and uncorked it. "Thanks, now where was I? Ah right, as I was saying, we are sure to get good at dancing if we keep trying. Practice makes perfect, after all." Gratefully taking the wine Rancis offered him; Vanellope uncorked and began to drink from the glass bottle. All while her husband rested in the chair next to her with a tired yet happy smile on his face.

"I suppose you're right," Admitted the king; his hand grasping around Vanellope's as her and Rancis sat in comfortable silence. This quiet, though, was soon broken in the form of a rapid knocking coming from the front castle doors. "Stay here, I got it." Rising to his two feet Rancis hurried for the castle doors; the pounding growing louder with each second that passed. "I'm coming! Who in the world could be at the door at this hour?" Flinging the doors open; the king glanced at the outside world before him and was greeted with nothing.

"What the—There was someone at the door a second ago. Where did they—" Rancis didn't get to finish his sentence, though, instead he was cut off by a groggy whimper. Instantly glancing down at towards the direction the noise was coming in, Rancis's eyes went wide in shock. Resting inches from the door a sat a pair of skinny shivering forms. The toddlers were wrapped up in a torn and patchy blanket. The smaller of the pair was squirming in their sleep before settling down once more. While the larger soothingly slumbered as they held a bulging string backpack in their arms.

"My word." Eyes sparkling in worry and compassion; Rancis looked around once more before picking up the children in his arms. Hurrying back for the kitchen; the king slammed the door behind him as his mind ran a million miles per minute.


The blanket that had been wrapped around the children had been in desperate need of a wash and refurbishing. So the couple had taken the blanket off the toddlers and was stunned by what they saw. The children were filthy and dangerously skinny as they huddled into one another for warmth. But that wasn't what shocked Rancis and Vanellope; the kicker had been the appearance of the youngsters. The pair were not only a set of twins but they also were rabbit hybrids as well.

The female twin had shoulder length cinnamon brown hair, white rabbit ears, a pink nose, olive skin, a rabbit cotton tail, and lean rabbit arms and legs. The male twin had short coffee brown hair, white rabbit ears, olive skin, rosy cheeks, and was half-rabbit from the waist down. However, regardless of how the twins looked, Vanellope and Rancis didn't let that stop them from cleaning up the twins and putting them to bed. Thankfully the pair didn't wake during the process and, if anything, they appeared to fall deeper into their sleep.

"There, that should do it," Vanellope whispered, as she admired the cute and tiny twins. It was hard to believe that they were 5 years old but, on a developmental scale, that's what they appeared to be at. Glancing towards her husband; Vanellope reluctantly sat up from the bed. All while Rancis continued to sit on the bed while rummaging through the string backpack the female twin previously had in her arms.

"What's in there?" Resting her hands on Rancis's shoulder; the king looked up at her with a curious yet concerned look. "Not much," Rancis stated, before pulling out a few of the smaller or more delicate items in the book. "There's a couple of magic wands in here, some baby photos, worn out toys, birth certificates, medical records, and there's a book too." Getting a good grip on the book in question; Rancis smiled as he managed to pull it out. His eyes skimming over the title and cover of it with a methodical expression on his face. "Hybrid Rearing 101: All the Ways You Could and Should Care For Your Unique Bundle of Joy Even if You We're Afraid to Ask. Hmm….I suppose this could be useful." Leaning over a bit; Vanellope eyed the cover and contents of the book as Rancis started to skim through the pages of it.

"Hmm…..whoever left the kids wants us to raise them or, at the very least, find someone who would be able to take care of them." Flickering her eyes towards the twins in question as Vanellope contemplated and fussed over the idea. "I….I'm not sure about this. Do you think we'd be able to take care them? They are hybrids, after all." However, before Rancis could respond, him and Vanellope's attention was garnered by a piece of paper that fluttered out of the book. Managing to grab the paper before it hit the ground; Rancis unfolded the paper before him and Vanellope took a moment to read it.

Dear King Rancis and Queen Vanellope,

We apologize for the surprise be we are unable to take care of our kids, Mocho and Cinnamon, anymore. On top of not having the funds to care for them, old enemies of ours have come back and put their safety at risk. For Cinnamon and Mocho's own good we had to leave them in the care of someone who would be able to raise them right and protect them in case our foes decide to aim their aggression at them. Please, if not for us, do it for them. Adopt our kids and raise them right. Mocho and Cinnamon deserve a life full of happiness, don't you think?

Signed,

Anonymous

Pity and concern growing in their hearts; Vanellope and Rancis looked over at the twins once more. They couldn't imagine the idea of simply not having enough money to raise Lucy and Kevin. Nor could they fathom the fantasy of having such volatile enemies that they'd need to give away their kids for their own good. Clearly the parents had been desperate when going through with the act. And, even if Vanellope still had her reservations, it felt wrong to throw away the unknown parents efforts at finding a home for their kids.

Turning their heads towards one another; the rulers looked into one another's eyes and made a silent agreement. They were going to take care of Cinnamon and Mocho. It might be difficult but, at the very least, they had to try. Besides, Rancis and Vanellope weren't left completely out to dry, the unknown parents had left them the book.