He never was quite right… He was always off to everyone else…. Maybe one day, he just finally got fuckin' tired of it. Suddenly' he just didn't give a fuck at all anymore. See, his cousin was just perfect. Everything his cousin was, he just wasn't. He was so tired of people comparing them! He wanted them to realize that they were not the same fucking person!
You see, it all started when his cousin SpongeBob SquarePants came along. When SpongeBob had to spend the night at his house, everything changed…. Forever.
SpongeBob was five years old, and Stanley around seven. "SpongeBob! *changes the tone of her voice* Oh my goodness! Honey! Come look at this! Your nephew can right his name!" Stanley came into the kitchen to see what his mother was talking about. "What's so great about that mommy?" Stanley was curious as to why his mother was so excited when he had learned to write his name at the age of three. "Okay, Honey I'm here! What was it you were saying?" "SpongeBob can write his name, and he's ambidextrous!" "Wow, that's amaz—" Stanley finally got tired with everything and went up to his room. "Why do they have to always care about SpongeBob more than me!?" "Because they don't like you Stanley."(A/N the voices are in a mocking tone) What!? Where's that coming from?!""It's me Stanley. I'm part of you. You can't tell anyone about me Okay? They will take me away but I just want to be your friend." "Okay! I promise!""Good."
The Voices went away for a few days, and SpongeBob was still at Stanley's house. Stanley thought he was supposed to go home the Saturday before, but he decided to ask his mother anyway. "Mommy…. What is today?" "Today is Tuesday Honey. Why?" "Well… Because I thought that SpongeBob was supposed to go home Saturday?" "He was. But your aunt and uncle were on a trip and they got snowed in at the airport so they had to stay there." "YOU MEAN THEY'VE BEEN AT THE AIRPORT FOR THREE DAYS!?" His mother chuckled. "Oh no sweetie. They decided to stay at a hotel for a few more days just to make sure the skies stayed clear." "Ohhhh! Okay!" *Runs away to leave his mother thinking about the conversation.
Stanley decided to go up to his room. Not long after he takes out some broken crayons and a ripped coloring book, (A/N Remember he destroys everything he touches.), his friend comes back to play. "Hi Stanley. Remember me?" "Oh hi. Yeah. It's my friend again." "Yes. That's right. How is your cousin…? SpongeBob is it?" "Yeah… uhmmm…. I don't really like him." "And why is that Stanley?" "I think he's stealing mommy and daddy from me… but mommy says he's just a little kid and he needs more attention…" "I see. You do like being alone don't you? Or would you rather you get more attention?" "I think I like it I mean I don't know. I don't think so." "You must change the things you cannot accept. You cannot accept this, so you must change it. You must change it as fast as possible." "Well how do I do—"Stanley's mother interrupted… "Who is that you were talking to?" "Oh. No one mommy. I was thinking about how to color my picture." "Okay sweetie. You need to get ready to go to bed please. You have school tomorrow, remember?" "Yes I remember" "okay sweetie goodnight" *Barely above a whisper* "goodnight…" "I see you must have a lot to prepare for," "yeahh. I guess, but I have a weird feeling about tomorrow…" "It will be all good Stanley, but you must get your rest. Before he knew it, his friend was gone, and he had fallen asleep.