A/N: Hey, peeps! It's me, Wumbo- Girl 1314, and I've got another story for you...this is a friendship story between SpongeBob and Squidward. If anyone is OOC, I apologise, as I have not been in touch with the fandom lately. But I hope you enjoy this story regardless! Also, it's rated K+ for the end of the story.
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Music is a powerful thing in life- with its uncanny means of bringing people together and breaking them into smiling, it's no wonder everyone- or nearly everyone- loves music so much.
It's no different in Bikini Bottom, and Squidward Tentacles is certainly no exception to music making.
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Squidward let his breath fill the clarinet, allowing it to produce one wrangled note after another in a straggly procession as he attempts a rendition of a classical clarinet piece.
The people of Bikini Bottom, unfortunately, are not very appreciative at the cephalopod's attempts to create music, and many fish end up scuttling past the park bench in an attempt to escape the racket.
Oblivious to all this, however (or shooting deadly glares to anyone daring to criticise his talent) Squidward keeps blaring his tuneless racket across the Bikini Bottom Park.
"Oi, big nose- cut the horrid music, will ya?"
Squidward lets out an annoyed huff as a wrasse steps in his line of vision. His bulky stature and his green and pink scales are enough to frighten anyone, but Squidward is not one to be intimidated when he is simply enjoying his day off.
"No, I will not stop playing my clarinet, 'sir'- especially since you behaved so rudely to me." He tells the wrasse boldly and grumpily, before lifting his clarinet to his mouth.
"You better stop or else!" The wrasse threatens- but the cephalopod just laughs.
"Oh yes, what are you going to do?" He asks, putting his tentacles on his hips.
The wrasse pauses, uncertain- then sees the offending instrument in the octopus's left tentacle. He smirks.
"Well, if you wouldn't do as I'll ask, I'll force ya!" And with one deft movement, he snatches the clarinet from Squidward's tentacle.
SNAP!
The leer on the wrasse's face is blurred by Squidward's tears, and the poor cashier octopus stares at the matchsticks which were once his most prized possession.
"There- now you can't ever annoy me or anyone else in this town with your hideous music, you talentless loser!" The wrasse jeers cruelly, whilst Squidward blinks back tears of anger and hurt. Leaving the park, he hears the wrasse's cruel laughter ringing through the park all the while.
A small yellow hand raises itself to the owner's mouth in horror as he watches Squidward leave the park. Tears of compassion begin to form in his innocent blue eyes, and he resolves to right this wrong immediately.