Zombiebob
Last year, Spongebob was killed in a tragic boating accident. His corpse was dragged out of the boat, with his eyes missing and his skull shattered. It looked as if his death was instantaneous.
Patrick cried when he heard the news. He was wearing his favourite shorts, dancing like a sea monster. That was when the police arrived, with the news of Spongebob's death.
Sandy cried so much that she drowned in a pool of her own tears. She, too, will be missed.
Poor Mr. Krabs had a heart attack, and everyone who was still alive was surprised that he had a heart.
Even Squidward cried, although he tried to hide it. When no one was looking, he would stand in front of the cash register, with the station Spongebob once worked squarely behind him. It was then that the memories of Spongebob flowed freely. The sorrow was always overwhelming, and Squidward was eventually fired because the customers were tired of listening to his awful, somehow monotonous, whaling.
For all affected, the tears that were shed were the product of years of fond memories of the lovely Sponge. Long live Spongebob, the god of the invertebrates.
And that was when Spongebob rose from his grave and terrorized Bikini Bottom. First, he ate the children. Now, you might be thinking that Spongebob loves children, and you'd be right. He loved them so much that he put them in his stomach forever. Gurgle, gurgle.
He cooked the babies and sold the fat kids, who no one liked. The rest of Bikini Bottom was made a colony of Spongebobtopia, the land of the god of the invertebrates. Fish of all types were enslaved and made fry cooks, flipping burgers, like Spongebob did. Spongebob, of course, didn't forget about how he was constantly flipped off when he was flipping burgers. He used the opportunity to get his revenge by ripping off every fish's middle fin while turning their gills inside out. The suffocating fish learned their lesson quite quickly; there were no survivors.
Finally, Spongebob rose his hand and said, "gwad-alikki-mawlikki-nachunga-thobat-shortunty-kablOOEY!" The dead stood up once more, this time with feeling. They were alive for the first time in minutes, hours, days, and millennia.
And don't forget that I'm happy to write these lovely stories for you so long as everyone is very nice and doesn't leave hateful comments. Just because my writing has improved doesn't give you the right to be a hater. Please await the arrival of the story of Trump saving Bikini Bottom from the tyranny of the undead fish and their leader, Spongebob.