What lies beneath

A/N: Okay, before I start this. I have some unanswered questions from my crossover.

Guest: He's got a happy ending; he just knew it was time to let go.

Werewolf99: As stated before, there won't be a sequel. And as far as I know Sonic's past isn't hidden, and Shadow calling Sonic 'Faker' is canon so I'm not breaking character.

A/N: Now without further ado, I give you my story of our favorite and only squirrel in the SBSP series; head canons are obviously about to happen, but I will stick her canon attributes.

Sandy's POV

Hearing a frantic knock at my door, I yawned and opened it. Snapping awake as a yellow flash went past, I smiled, asking, "What brings you here, SpongeBob?"

"Well, Mrs. Puff wants us to write a report about someone's life. Everyone else chose their parents or grandparents, but I said that was boring; so I walked all the way over here to…"

"Please, just get to the point." I snapped, not in the mood for a long explanation.

He grinned nervously, and replied, "Anyway, I want to do my report on you since Squidward said he didn't want to, and Patrick couldn't remember."

I invited him inside the tree, and sat on the couch, asking, "So what do you need to know?"

"Everything. Mrs. Puff said it had to be at least a thousand words."

'Everything, huh? It couldn't hurt too much.' I concluded mentally, as his cerulean eyes fixated on my emerald green ones. "Alright then; I'd sit if I were you. This is a purty long tale ignoring current events."

He nodded, somehow pulling out a pen and a few sheets of paper. "That's okay; I'd be honored to hear it."

Buckling myself down, I began, "As you know I was born in Texas, ma and pa weren't none too pleased when they found out I was moving down here fer research. My brother 'n I were closer than two peas in a pod; family is quite important in Texas, but I really ain't think I could get this far. Then you showed up and…"

"Sandy, could you get into broader details? I mean you're doing fine, but I don't need the basics." He interrupted, shifting his papers around.

I nodded in response, knowing this was gonna be one long day. "Are you sure this is fer Mrs. Puff? It's a boatin' school." I said suddenly, now noticing the sponge was sweating a little.

"Alright you caught me. I was just bored, so I wanted to hear a story. Please continue." He pleaded, a quick pout forming on his lips.

I sighed, "Fine, I already started so why the heck not?"

He cheered then sat back down, eagerly awaiting the tale I was about to tell him. After all, my childhood wasn't perfect.

A/N: I honestly thought this would be longer. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy reading this just as much as I'll enjoy writing it. Criticism is welcomed. Review please.