Author's notes: Ahah, my first Spongebob fan fiction! Includes a fan-character debut. This story was written to stay true to the essence of the show- whether I've been successful with that or not, is up to you, heh. Bold type is, as you can see, Author's notes. Italics are used when characters put emphasis on their words, and also to express a character's thoughts. Other than that, I don't think I've got really anything important here to say, apart from... enjoy the fic!
Aah, the morning sun rises over Bikini Atoll, bringing its warmth and light into the new day, and down into Bikini Bottom. It looks like it's going to be hot today. This reminds me of the time a newcomer, from a very hot continent, arrived in Bikini Bottom, and stirred up some trouble.
It was a chilly evening. The undersea restaurant of the Krusty Krabs was near closing time.
"Don't be slackin', boys! We're not through just yet." Mr. Krabs reminded his two employees. "We still got another ten minutes to draw in the money! All hands on deck!"
"Aye-aye, cap' in!" Spongebob saluted, before continuing to mop the floor with newfound vigour.
"You shouldn't encourage him, Mr, Krabs." Squidward scowled from behind his book. "You know he'll just end up breaking something."
Neither Mr. Krabs nor Spongebob seemed to hear him, however. Mr. Krabs headed back to his office.
"Oh, and don't stop lookin' out fer that wretched varmint, Plankton, either." Mr. Krabs narrowed his eyes as he looked around the nearly empty dining room, before closing the door.
Squidward, uninterested, turned his attention back to his book. "Sure, whatever."
"Time to take out the trash! Doo dee doo..." Spongebob sang along to the clanking of rusty cans and glass soda bottles inside the garbage bag. "Taking out the trash, trashy trashy trash-" He was interrupted, however, by a loud and familiar squeal of pain from under his shoe.
"Oops. Err, sorry Plankton."
"You will be, by Neptune!" the microscopic green life form shouted in rage. "I will have my REVE- oh, forget it." Plankton turned his eye to the ground in a defeated tone. "You go run along, kid."
"Uhh... okay. You go have fun Mister Plankton sir!" Spongebob cried after him cheerfully, before throwing the garbage bag into the dumpster and returning to the Krusty Krabs.
"Stupid kid." Plankton grouched as he marched back to the Chum Bucket. "What does he know...?"
Shoving the (relatively) massive doors open, Plankton was greeted once again by his nagging computer W.I.F.E, Karen.
"So? How'd it go this time?" She piped up expectantly.
"Oh, leave me alone." Plankton slumped into his desk chair.
"You got stepped on again, didn't you?"
"I said, leave me alone!"
"Plankton... Remember I am just trying to help, you know. You always make it very hard for me-"
"Here she goes."
"-because you never talk to me about anything that goes on. If you'd just swallow your pride for a few minutes and let on a few details, I could provide much better help with your schemes."
Plankton turned and glared for a moment up at the large black computer screen before sighing heavily.
"... Alright, if it'll get you off my back...
...I've tried everything I can think of, as you know. I've tried going in to steal the formula myself; that failed. I've tried stealing a Krabby Patty, several times... that failed. I've tried asking nicely, that failed too! I even tried brainwashing Mr. Krabs' best employee... but that failed too." Plankton tugged on his antennae in frustration. "Failed, failed, failed, failed, FAILED! For twenty years, Karen... and each time I get so close, that formula just manages to dodge my little paws. WHEN WILL IT BE MY CHANCE?!" He screamed finally, before slamming his face into the desk.
"Have patience, honey." Karen soothed, reaching out her robotic hand to pet Plankton. "I think I have an idea."
Plankton looked up. "Oh really?"
"Mhmm. Do you remember one of your friends from college?"
"I... might."
"My records say she's gone on to become a successful freelance spy. She could be your accomplice."
"... I see-"
"And on another note, I don't think you've scoured the employees of the Krusty Krabs quite enough."
Plankton frowned. "What?! But I've bugged Spongebob as much as I possibly can! I've used bribery! Negotiation! Forceful mind control!"
Karen let out an annoyed, yet slightly amused, sigh.
"I'm not talking about Spongebob." She said firmly, before bringing up some pictures and statistics on her screen. Plankton lifted his eyebrow at the bald, big-nosed octopus she presented him.
"...What, this loser?" Plankton mused, unimpressed.
"Don't underestimate this opportunity, Plankton. For one, Squidward hates his job. He lives alone, and would lead a rather dull life it if weren't for his hyperactive- and annoying- neighbours."
"So?"
"Put the pieces together, Plankton! Hire your old friend, and get her to coax the formula out of Squidward!"
"..."
Plankton slowly stood up from his chair, lost in thought. "That... actually makes sense...' He stammered. "Why, that might just pull through, in fact! Hahahah! Oh formula, you SHALL BE MINE!"
"S'cuse me, Miss Ring. Someone wants to speak with you." A young angelfish poked her head out from behind the door, holding up a phone.
"Who'zzut?" a voice from behind a large leather office chair, facing away from the angelfish, lazily replied with a thick Australian accent.
"A Mister Plankton, miss. He says he knows you from college."
"Hmmm... give th'phone to me." A dull yellowish-coloured tentacle with ultramarine blue bands gestured the angelfish over. "Hullo?" she said once she had put it to her ear.
"Hello, uhh... is this Sheela Ring?"
"Th'one an' only. You're Plankton huh?"
"Aah, so you do remember me!" Plankton's voice brightened. "Yes I am, and I'm calling because I... need... your help."
Sheela let out a sarcastic gasp. "Lawd, y'can't be Plankton! He'd never ask anyone ta help him-"
"Yeah yeah yeah, well, times have changed and the plans I want to carry out require, uuh, more than one set of hands, if you know what I mean." Plankton replied hastily, peeved.
Sheela chuckled quietly. "Very well, then. What'cha need me for, Shortie?"
"Well... firstly," Plankton scratched his chin and grinned evilly. "How's that memorable smile of yours that I remember from so long ago?"
Sheela set out an amused huff and turned her office chair around so she was facing the door. A dim sliver of light shone from behind the door, leaving the top of her face in darkness. As she grinned wider, a small set of fangs could be seen.
"...It's... intoxicating."
There you have it folks! Sorry this chapter was so short, I honestly thought it was longer when it was still in my head. Please rate and review, and give critique! Luv ya's... Abercrombie.