Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. Otherwise Hojo would have died long ago.
A/N Kudos to Lt. Commander Richie and Sylvie Liliea for chapter 3! I give credit where credit is due.
Hojo was walking through the jungle towards Mideel; it was disgusting that he had to make this trip to the reactor. But one of his specimens had gotten loose and flown off to the jungle. Sighing he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, he didn't care he was trailing the group. None of them were worth the effort of talking to anyway. He stepped cautiously through the dense vegetation thinking of all the poor animals going extinct that he should breed together to save them.
His foot stepped on something that let out a pained croak as he slipped back falling on his posterior hard. His tailbone hit a stick and he yelped before seeing what he'd slipped on. It was a frog of all things; it was a Shiva damn frog.
"You know you may be useful in my next experiment," the Professor muttered eyeing the teary eyed little frog. Frogs were highly susceptible to changes in environment, so maybe if he introduced some mako into its environment… he smirked reaching for the frog.
The little frog croaked alarmed, leaping away from the long gnarled fingers. It glared indignantly at the scientist, before launching at him and hitting him with one webbed fist in a froggy version of martial arts. Hojo reeled back as he was hit, clothing falling to the ground as the new Hojo frog clambered out of his clothing.
The real frog smirked sticking out his tongue and smacking his rear before leaping away, "see ya later sucker!"
Hojo frowned hopping up on a log, the group had moved well ahead looking like they didn't care that he'd been turned into a frog. He gave a half croak half growl, this wasn't a problem, he'd wait it out back at the airship, and someone there was bound to have a Maiden's Kiss on them. He turned hopping off towards the airship, over the rivers and through the jungle out into the field. The airship was in sight he croaked in joy at the sight.
However there was a rumbling growing steadily more violent, the froggy professor looked around to see a heard of chocobos charging at him. Letting out a sort of amphibious yelp he started trying to outrun them, but to no avail. The speeding yellow birds charged forward trampling him into the ground. One of the young chicks stopped as the rest of the group came to a halt to graze, the baby started to peck what was left of the frog amused. His little sharp beak went through the soft skull to the brain and killed the once somewhat human Hojo.
