AN:
Of all odd of ships, I'm mildly perplexed that there isn't any Marvin the Martian x Spongebob pairings yet…
Well, I'll try it. :) The stranger, the better.
After a long and monotonous day at the Krusty Krab, Spongebob and Squidward tiredly made their way to their respective homes. Though,
most of the tiredness was associated with Squidward. He was certain he was the only one who mainly felt the whole day's work most
inconveniently punishing his aching back. He muttered to himself irately, rubbing and tending to his irritated back, longing for the soft cushion
of his bed to cease his current ailments. As Squidward egress a sigh, he caught Spongebob peering at him with an inquisitive expression on
his porous face.
"You don't look so well, Squidward." Spongebob frowned, trying to empathize with him even though he himself mostly felt energized.
"Yeah, I'm so glad you noticed." The squid sardonically retorted, not in the mood to talk.
At that, Spongebob conjured the most amazing idea ever for his irritable friend. "Oh! I know!" he gamboled about excitedly. "I can help
you with your back!" He giggled frantically, smiling cheek to cheek. He suddenly started running toward his pineapple abode, so eager to help
his stumped buddy. "I'll get the supplies!" His sing-songed voice echoed back at Squidward, trailing off and growing faint in the distance.
"I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP!" Squidward roared back, clenching his tentacles in dismay.
The familiar red flush of anger seared on his face. The ignorant sponge most likely ignored his detest and was already inside of his house- his
private domain. Oh, how he resented him. All he wanted was some privacy. That sponge had no sense of propriety whatsoever.
The squid's world of misery ended when he finally arrived at his house. Relieved to see the nuisance wasn't there, he smiled lamely and made
his way to his room. "Ah, finally, no sponge to impede my rest!" Squid said happily as he twisted on his heel towards his canopy and carelessly
fell unto the queen sized mattress. The muscles in his back where coaxed by the gentle surface of the cushioning; he could lay there for
eternity. He emitted a sigh, warmly grinned, and began to fall into a graceful slumber he most definitely deserved…
BOOM.
"AHHHH! SQUIDWARD, HURRY QUICK!"
Squidward shot up out of his covers in a hysterical haze, fighting with the predisposed cocoon that he seemingly formed in his sleep and fell
onto the floor, startled by the sudden clamor. The distressed voice from the sponge continued.
"SQUIDWARD, PLEASE! SOMETHING CRASH LANDED RIGHT INTO MY BACKYARD!