#agatha's spawn

His green-eyed twin snorted and picked up one of the three amphibians they’d stumbled across in the woods. “I sure hope so. Is there anything that’ll really kill these things?”

“Believe me, if I find the answer, you’ll be the first to know,” Sixer replied dryly. “In the meantime, we need to make sure these things aren’t going to upend the local ecosystem as we know it.”

“Sure. You do that, an’ I’ll find out what’ll end these...these cosmic horror frogs.”

The entire window was covered in the bodies of frogs. And not just normal frogs, either -- these frogs didn’t quite look like they were meant to live anywhere in Oregon, much less on Earth.

“That does not look good.” Maria rose from her chair slowly, her phoenix-topped staff shimmering into existence. She tilted her head back towards the living room, but didn’t take her eyes off the swarm on the window. “Hey, guys? Someone warn the Fords we’ve got a big problem outside.”

Mabel looked in. “What kind of--” Her eyes became the size of dinner plates, and she shrieked before running off.

Maria didn’t need to ask to know where she went; she simply shifted her stance as the window started to groan in its frame. Were there more frog outside that window now? They seemed to be eyeing the fridge...

Oh no.

The window cracked, then exploded from the pressure of the frog bodies against it.

The horde of frogs that spilled into the kitchen and swarmed for the fridge were immediately met with a wave of fire and Maria’s roar of warning at the little monsters.

Until a loud rattling noise overtook the entire house.

“What in the name of....”

Sixer looked up from one of the dusty tomes he’d been reading, and frowned at the ceiling. “It shouldn’t be hawktopus breeding season, that’s not for another ten years at least...”

“I can’t believe that you know that,” grumbled his counterpart from across the room.

“I may as well. They are in Gravity Falls, and I can’t exactly call myself normal in comparison.” Sixer rose to his feet. “This is new, though...”

A scream came from the hallway, and one of Sixer’s nieces burst into the study. “Grunkle Sixer! Grunkle Stanford! We’ve got a frog invasion!”

Sixer and Stanford exchanged looks.

“Frog invasion?” Stanford adjusted his glasses.

“Y-yeah! They’re trying to get into the house!”

Sixer frowned. “Why would--”

Glass shattered, and a yell came from somewhere else in the house. “Get out of the kitchen or so help me Primus we’re having barbecued frog legs tonight!”