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Krabs returns to his food-serving establishment for another day in hopes of making enough money to at least get himself a measly wage.
Business is slipping at the Krusty Krab: in an odd turn of events, Chum Bucket the door over is doing much, much better profits wise. Normally, Plankton's schemes were quite easy to stop, but this time, it was much more insidious. The crustacean couldn't quite place his finger on what gimmick had caused his predicament (it was the use of dead fish bodies that made their food much cheaper), but he knew that if it didn't stop soon, he'd have to shut down business and get his pay elsewhere.
The cephalopod that normally works the register is manning the grill today. He's shaping the patties for the day, mushing them into circles, admiring how they squish so easily within his hands. He fantasises about squishing out Spongebob's neck in a similar manner.
"Squidward, in order to try and ease our current financial situation, I'm going to try me luck elsewhere," Krabs states to him.
Squidward doesn't respond, and continues shaping the patties, squashing them harder now. A smirk comes over his face as he imagines the brain matter of the sponge spraying all over the walls as he beats him to death with the spatula in his hands.
Krabs reflects on his life choices: was it his gambling addiction that lead to his lack of money, or was it the fact that he threw away a portion of it on womens undergarments? Maybe it's the trashy pornography subscriptions he held in his youth. wandering aimlessly around Bikini Bottom, trying to come up with an answer to his problem, he finds a mysterious circle on the ground. He notices it's glowing with a faint blue aura. The colour of the ocean sky makes it hard to detect.
As he stands on the circle, he finds himself drifiting off into nothing.
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He lands in unfamiliar territory. His breathing becomes laboured; he's no longer underwater. He sees a man in strange garb with his hair tied back in a ponytail. He approaches him.
"Hello! I'm Shujinko. How may I help you," the man inquires after looking over the sea creature with interest.
"I'm trying to figure out a way to get more money and save me business, so that in turn can get me more money," the crab answers him.
"Mmm, I'm not entirely sure how I can help you. Is there anyone else in this business?"
"Yes, but they don't really matter as I only pay them a dime or less a year," Krabs is a man of avarice; he wouldn't dream of giving any of the money he finds on this expedition to neither Squidward nor Spongebob. Shujink questions how the practice isn't slavery.
"I see. I'm not entirely sure how to help you. All I would say is turn to Chaosrealm; Earthrealmers wind up there all the time, and their people are going to give creatures of your kind the least amount of trouble," Shujinko says as he points towards a portal with the Chaosrealm symbol on it.
"…Alright," with that, Krabs steps on the portal, and a rather peculiar journey begins…