Tea at Fancyson Manor
by Hg Muffin-Stuff
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A sunny, wonderful spring day. Squidward Tentacles availed himself of the opportunity to perfect his bluish glow. Just needed to apply a little bit of lotion to his nose. There - now he was ready to -
RRRing! Ring ring!
"Oh! Now who could that -"
"Rrin-" He snatched his phone up off the table.
"Hello?" Squidward asked, slightly annoyed.
"Hello, Squiddy darling!" That voice. Too damn enchanting. In fact, so damn bewitching he was irritating.
"S-S-Squilliam?" Squidward gulped. It was Squilliam, Squilliam fucking Fancyson. Too many wounds to hold him close to his heart, too many memories to kick him to the curb. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to regain his cool.
"I just wanted to know if you would be interested in stopping by my place this afternoon for tea again."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"I thought we could talk, you know, reminisce about old times together, eh ol' chum?"
"You mean all the times you upstaged me?" Squidward said, unable to suppress the bitterness in his voice. This was just like Squilliam. He'd invite Squidward for a friendly chat over tea, then use it as an opportunity to flaunt his success. Well, he wasn't biting this time.
"I mean all the fun times we had together. Remember when I put itching powder in the jocks' gym shorts after they called us band fags?"
Squidward chuckled. "You've always been such a little bitch, Squilliam."
Squilliam grinned. "Don't I know it? Now, are you coming or not, Squiddy? I need to know how many hors-d'oeuvres to tell the chefs to prepare."
This could be your big chance, Squiddy! I can prove to Squilliam that I'm successful - but I have to be careful not to lie about myself like I've done before. I know! I'll flaunt my debut symphony at the Bikini Bottom Symphony Orchestra. That'll show him not to toy with Squidward Q. Tentacles.