mezua: I have yet another one-shot series for Fairy Tail :)
mezua 2: This series will include anything about Fairy Tail and I mean anything. I don't care what, but you can request whatever you would like me to do even if I don't like it. This is for readers' choice and what they would want to read.
mezua 3: We can include ships and stuff if you guys want, but I'll also put chapters in that don't include anything like that.
mezua 4: Hope you have fun reading (and that you're having a good day, too)!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm not Hiro Mashima...just in case you thought so xD
Inspiration: I was looking for prompts online since I was bored and couldn't think of anything.
Summary: A croak from a coke gets you a frog in your throat!
Natsu Dragneel sighed, bored to death as he flipped through channel after channel on his TV. There weren't any good shows on right now, and he was pissed as hell for the pizza man being late for delivering his freaking pizza. It was already thirty minutes after it was supposed to get here! Just what was wrong with their delivery service?
Spotting an open can of coke on the coffee table in front of the couch, he reached for it. He didn't remember setting the coke on the coffee table nor buying one, but since he lived alone and hadn't had anyone come over recently, he assumed it was his.
Natsu sniffed the coke's scent, his thoughts sailing over to Lucy and her book, Maya's Forest. He chuckled as he recalled himself sneezing on it, then trying to wipe it clean, which ripped the page. Following after, the lighter that he'd happened to hold in his hand lit it on fire.
He'd felt extremely guilty after learning that it was a memento of her deceased mother, but even more when realizing that it was her own book that she'd written which she'd wanted others to read and find interesting.
Ah, the good times.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Finally, you damn pizza delivery guy!
He grabbed the can of coke and took an angry little sip while turning the knob and opening the door, "Croak."
The delivery man sweatdropped in awkwardness, "...Um...I'm sorry for the delay, but we were having difficulties with the ovens, so...here's your pizza!" He quickly handed him the large pizza while zooming back to his car, driving away in haste.
...What the hell was that…?
He'd just make the sound a frog made. A croak. What the hell was wrong with him?!
He tried talking again as he shut the door, "Croak?"
He groaned with a crrrrr.
His cat, Happy, came walking towards him, letting out mewls of laughter.
"Crr-o-oak! Ribbibit!" he furiously set the coke down and banged his head onto the sofa's armrest.
I bet this is all your fault, pizza man.
Natsu's sets of croaks and ribbits eventually disappeared in about a day. He was lucky it only lasted for as much, since he would've been fired from his job if he continued to talk like a toad!
After his trip to the doctor to see what was going on, he now strongly believed in witchcraft. Especially the kind that would randomly put a can of coke on your coffee table with a toad-talking spell attached to it.
For the rest of his life, he would never trust coke ever again. Mainly because coke might've been the real culprit and that he'd never drank coke in his life until that day.