SpongeBob, happily humming, plopped a frozen Krabby Patty onto the grill. Squidward poked his head through the window angrily.
"SpongeBob," Squidward yelled, "Is that Krabby Patty done yet?"
"Almost Squiddy," SpongeBob laughed, "Just got it on the grill!"
Squidward's eyes drooped in annoyance.
"Stop calling me Squiddy!" Squidward groaned as he went back to his station.
SpongeBob continued to hum as he prepared the patty and handed it to Squidward, who preceded to hand it to the customer.
"Thanks!" The customer said licking his lips.
"Whatever." Squidward groaned.
The Krustomer went to a table and chowed down on the greasy burger. Squidward looked at the fish in disgust; he couldn't believe that people enjoyed those "Krappy Patties". Is he the only one who hates Krabby Patties? Squidward thought.
"Ew, there's something off about this Krabby Patty," The fish groaned, "It tastes weird."
"They're finally catching on." Squidward smirked.
Then, the fish started convulsing, blood dripping from his mouth when he collapsed. The customers, startled that a fish collapsed from a Krabby Patty, threw away their patties and ran out of the restaurant.
"What's going on here Mr. Squidward?" Mr. Krabs furiously asked.
"I don't know," Squidward frantically told Mr. Krabs, "Last thing he said was that his Krabby Patty tasted funny and he collapsed! I swear!"
"SpongeBob," Mr. Krabs steamed, "Front and center!"
"Yes Mr. K?" SpongeBob asked.
"Throw away all the frozen patties," Mr. Krabs commanded, "Squidward, call the Cops and Paramedics, now!"
SpongeBob did as commanded and put the patties in the trash, and Squidward called 911 on the shell-phone.
"The ambulance is coming." Squidward told Mr. Krabs.
"What's going on here?" SpongeBob asked, coming back from the dumpster.
Mr. Krabs sighed and pulled up a seat on the barrel-stools.
"Me boys," Mr. Krabs told his employees, "I'm on a tight budget right now, and I bought the ingredients to Krabby Patties from a different place this time. Then, I discovered the factory closed down the next day due to unhealthy conditions. I didn't make much of it, until now. Boys, I believe that the ingredients are deadly, and I suggest you look for a different job, because this may be the last day of business here."
SpongeBob and Squidward were shocked. They've been serving rancid food to dozens of people and they didn't know it? Shocking, the two thought.
"I'm sorry, but this man is dead." The paramedics announced to Mr. Krabs.
"And that means this restaurant is now condemned." A police-fish said.
The paramedics stuffed the dead fish into a body bag and took it away to the Bikini Bottom Morgue. Mr. Krabs burst into tears as well as SpongeBob. Even Squidward cried a little.
"No it can't be true!" SpongeBob whaled.
"Go home SpongeBob," Mr. Krabs told SpongeBob, "I don't want you to see the Krusty Krab close down."
"Aye aye cap'n," SpongeBob sobbed, "Goodbye Mr. Krabs."
SpongeBob left. The police fish put their police tape over the entrance of the Krusty Krab and spray-painted closed on the sign out front. It was the end of the Krusty Krab.
Rain poured onto the boring brick exterior of the Bikini Bottom Morgue and the autopsy for what killed the fish earlier at the Krusty Krab began.
"I'm going to incise the chest of body number 99," The coroner announced into a microphone as she cut open the body of the poisoned fish, "Oh my Neptune, I've never seen anything like it! The heart is still beating, he's perfectly fine!"
The fish's arm grabbed onto the medical examiners face and tore it off violently. The woman screamed in pain as her skin detached from her skull, blood spilling all over the place. The pale corpse was still alive, and it had a taste for blood. He began feeding on the coroner's flesh. The coroner eventually gained the same complexion of the dead fish, with the same taste for flesh, the flesh of the citizens of Bikini Bottom…
Well, that's it for the first chapter! After writing this chapter I discovered that there are a total of 666 words! Spooky!
