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A parody of JTHM by Jhonen Vasquez.
Basically, I love SB and wanted to do a story about the characters doing *ahem* horrible things. Thank you insanity. And now, slip into a world where Sponge becomes a ruthless killer for the fun of it. Wee! Deranged by the descent of the world, Spongebob turns to violence to solve everything! Please do not flame, it will not help anything. I love SBSP, and I'm not trying to make the characters look bad, I'm just having fun. This has probably been done before, but who cares? Rated for violence and profanity!
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SBTHM
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Spongebob Squarepants opened his eyes to the sound of the blaring alarm clock. His bloodshot eyes stared sideways at the earsplitting monster.
"Shut up! Shut up you fucking alarm clock!!! Shut the fuck up! Damn piece of shit!" he screamed.
"Meow?" Gary meowed. Spongebob paid no attention. He picked up one of his knives from the floor and fingered the faintly bloodstained blade lovingly. Ah, sweet memories. He'd become a homicidal maniac over three years ago. No one knew. Well, Pat did, but he kept his mouth shut. Spongebob had turned to killing people when the failures in boating school became too much for him. His road to insanity had been short, swift, and painful.
He'd been helped along by a lot more things than boating school. It had also been the slasher movies he'd taken to watching. He'd never known how unstable he was until he started thinking violent thoughts, and feeling the urge to kill. He'd nearly killed Mr. Krabs and Squidward at work, so he'd given it up. After he shut himself out from the world his descent began.
Suddenly SB heard a scream coming from his library. He groaned.
"Damn prisoners!" SB mumbled, dropping his knife. He picked up a different knife, running his hand down the two foot long blade, watching the metal immediately slitting the flesh of his hand. He watched the crimson blood begin to run from his skin, a familiar sight. He chuckled. It reminded him of his first murder....
*It had been on one of those infrequent trips out of the pineapple to get a soda. He's been standing outside of the Barg N Mart, wondering which type to get from the machine, when 'she' walked by. She'd been a young fish, about sixteen, with short brown hair and a stylish wardrobe. She'd been with several of her petty little friends, and she'd pointed at him, snickered, and whispered something to her friends. They'd all laughed, and SB had clenched his fists and ignored it, trying to forget the knife he'd taken to carrying in his pocket.
But they'd just had to keep it up. And SB felt his anger mounting. He reached for the knife.
And then he'd lunged forward, knife raised in his hand, and shoved its exceptionally sharp blade into her face, right between the eyes. Blood had gushed from the new orifice as he pulled the knife out of her head and she sank dead to the sidewalk.
"Alright, who wants some of this!!!!??" SB had screamed, waving the knife. The other girls fled. SB got his soda and headed for home, wiping the blood from his knife on his pants..*
He smiled at the sweet memories and set his knife gently down on the bed. Then he got up and headed for his library where he kept his still living victims.
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OK, more soon. Do not flame please. If you dislike it, just ignore it please.
A parody of JTHM by Jhonen Vasquez.
Basically, I love SB and wanted to do a story about the characters doing *ahem* horrible things. Thank you insanity. And now, slip into a world where Sponge becomes a ruthless killer for the fun of it. Wee! Deranged by the descent of the world, Spongebob turns to violence to solve everything! Please do not flame, it will not help anything. I love SBSP, and I'm not trying to make the characters look bad, I'm just having fun. This has probably been done before, but who cares? Rated for violence and profanity!
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SBTHM
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Spongebob Squarepants opened his eyes to the sound of the blaring alarm clock. His bloodshot eyes stared sideways at the earsplitting monster.
"Shut up! Shut up you fucking alarm clock!!! Shut the fuck up! Damn piece of shit!" he screamed.
"Meow?" Gary meowed. Spongebob paid no attention. He picked up one of his knives from the floor and fingered the faintly bloodstained blade lovingly. Ah, sweet memories. He'd become a homicidal maniac over three years ago. No one knew. Well, Pat did, but he kept his mouth shut. Spongebob had turned to killing people when the failures in boating school became too much for him. His road to insanity had been short, swift, and painful.
He'd been helped along by a lot more things than boating school. It had also been the slasher movies he'd taken to watching. He'd never known how unstable he was until he started thinking violent thoughts, and feeling the urge to kill. He'd nearly killed Mr. Krabs and Squidward at work, so he'd given it up. After he shut himself out from the world his descent began.
Suddenly SB heard a scream coming from his library. He groaned.
"Damn prisoners!" SB mumbled, dropping his knife. He picked up a different knife, running his hand down the two foot long blade, watching the metal immediately slitting the flesh of his hand. He watched the crimson blood begin to run from his skin, a familiar sight. He chuckled. It reminded him of his first murder....
*It had been on one of those infrequent trips out of the pineapple to get a soda. He's been standing outside of the Barg N Mart, wondering which type to get from the machine, when 'she' walked by. She'd been a young fish, about sixteen, with short brown hair and a stylish wardrobe. She'd been with several of her petty little friends, and she'd pointed at him, snickered, and whispered something to her friends. They'd all laughed, and SB had clenched his fists and ignored it, trying to forget the knife he'd taken to carrying in his pocket.
But they'd just had to keep it up. And SB felt his anger mounting. He reached for the knife.
And then he'd lunged forward, knife raised in his hand, and shoved its exceptionally sharp blade into her face, right between the eyes. Blood had gushed from the new orifice as he pulled the knife out of her head and she sank dead to the sidewalk.
"Alright, who wants some of this!!!!??" SB had screamed, waving the knife. The other girls fled. SB got his soda and headed for home, wiping the blood from his knife on his pants..*
He smiled at the sweet memories and set his knife gently down on the bed. Then he got up and headed for his library where he kept his still living victims.
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OK, more soon. Do not flame please. If you dislike it, just ignore it please.