Hello once again again again! I know this might seem like a weird one-shot, but ever since I started watching/playing through Final Fantasy XIII, I've developed a fear of frogs, larger fish, and combinations of the two. They seriously scare the crap out of me.

This fic has a name spoiler!

Disclaimer: SE owns it. I don't.

Lightning stopped dead in her tracks the moment she heard a familiar croaking. No… She could hear the soothing sounds of waterfalls and could feel the humidity in the air. It couldn't be…She forced herself to take another step, and did not like what she saw.

Several amphibious…things hopped happily about, and filled the air with their ear-piercing cries. "…let's find another way."

The idea was immediately dismissed by Fang. "Sorry love, but it's the only way to Taejin's Tower."

"Can't we go around…?"

"Sorry, Lightning…the other bridges to Oerba are most likely gone…" At least Vanille acted sympathetic…

"And there's no other way into Oerba?" Lightning sighed when Vanille shook her head. She supposed she'd just have to push through it like she did ten years ago…

-Flashback!-

It was an ordinary day for the pink-haired eleven-year old girl. She sat on the couch and watched her favorite cartoon while she waited for her younger sister to return from school. As soon as Serah would come home, they would sit on the floor, share a poptart, and watch an episode of some cartoon. It was something that Claire looking forward to, every day. And just like always, Serah would hop off the bus, and run into the living room to join her sister with a poptart.

But not today.

"Claire! Claire! Lookie what I got!" The eight-year old sister raised a jar above her head with a happy smile.

"What's in the jar?" As little Claire approached her sister, her eyes slowly widened as she recognized the tiny tadpole. A high-pitched scream could be heard throughout the house, and Claire retreated to the back of the couch for shelter.

This, of course, worried the sisters' mother. The tall, elegant Mrs. Farron dashed into the living room with an oven mitt in one hand, spatula in the other, and an absolutely terrified look on her face. She looked her youngest for an answer, but received nothing. Then she looked at Claire, who pointed and glared at the offending thing in the jar from behind the couch. "Whatcha got, Serah?"

"My science project from our field trip today!" Just like Claire had a few years prior, Serah got to go on a school field trip to Lake Bresha. "We have to take a picture of him every day until he's all grown up, and put the pictures in a flip book! Then we get to let him go!"

"Oh, I see! You see, Claire? He's not scary… Didn't you have a similar project when you went to the Lake?"

"Yeah, but I flushed mine down the drain after I got it!"

"Oooooh….Sissy made a sewer monster!"

"Serah, nobody but you believes that dumb old story." Claire still hadn't moved from her spot behind the couch.

"The people at school believe it. 'After changing in the sewer, the Breshen tadpole will use its wing-like fins to fly to Gran Pulse!'"

"Nu-uh!"

"Now, now, girls… Old legend or not, we're doing this project this time. C'mon Serah, let's find a place for it in you and Claire's room for it…"

It was then that Claire began sleeping in her mom's room.

-End flashback!-

A sewer monster that flew to Gran Pulse with its wing-like fins… She was brought back from her memories by the croak of an orobon right. Next. To. Her.

She screamed.

~End~

So, what'd you think of it? I just thought I'd channel my fear into a fic.