I woke up, groggy and disoriented. The room was all white, but why? I'd never been in such a bright room such as this. The walls burned my eye sockets to a crisp.

"Spongebob?" I called out.

He was the last person I had seen before I woke up . . .

I had been playing my favorite instrument the whole morning. Spongebob was playing outside with Patrick.

"One, two, three, four . . ." the sponge counted all the way to thirty. "Ready or not, here I come, Patrick!"

Suddenly, Patrick appeared from behind a bush while screaming in terror.

"Why would you go after your best friend?!"

"That's what you do in hide and seek, Patrick!"

"We were playing hide and seek?"

Spongebob laughed hysterically for five minutes.

"Morons, can't they see I'm trying to concentrate?" I said to the empty room.

Later on, the two went into Spongebob's vibrant abode. Thank goodness! I continued playing some basic scales until I was hit on the head.

That was all I could remember. I noticed that I was strapped to the chair I was sitting in. My tentacles were starting to lose circulation. How long had I been out? Suddenly, the door opened. A masked man was carrying a sack.

"So, you're awake," he said.

I didn't know how to reply. All I did was watch him set up a chair across from me and released who was in the bag. It was Spongebob, and he was out cold.

"Na-na-squa . . ." he mumbled and turned on his side in the chair.

The masked man re-positioned the sponge and strapped him to the chair.

"I know that you know this guy. He's your neighbor," the man creepily grinned at me.

"How do you know this?"

"You'll figure out eventually."

With that, the kidnapper disappeared. Okay, so now I know it is someone that Spongebob and I know, I thought, but who? Patrick is a possibility, but he is too stupid for this . . . Even though I hate the little guy, I was worried about him. He was actually frowning as he slept. Maybe he had been beaten up, too . . .

He looked unscathed, though. Maybe the captor had said something to him that made him vulnerable? Well, Spongebob is very vulnerable, but that's a prospect. I hope he wakes up, I thought, I need to know if he saw this guy without a mask!

"Spongebob . . ." I whispered.

The sleeping younger man tried to change his position in the seat but couldn't fight against his restraints. I shouldn't wake him, he looks exhausted. He always works himself too hard, but keeps a smile on his face. Sure, I know it's weird how I'm being nice towards the sponge, but I have no reason to be mean to him right now. Spongebob kept trying to get more comfortable and continued to fail. Next, his blue eyes shot open.

"Squidward, is that you?"

"Spongebob! You're awake!"

"Where are we?"

"I have no idea. What do you remember before being here?"

"Well, I was hanging out with Patrick and then I heard something downstairs. I went down to check, and someone kicked me. That's all I remember."

As Spongebob struggled to get free, he put his head down which revealed a giant foot-shaped bruise that spread all the way down to his shirt.

"Ouch, that looks painful."

"How long have you been here? You are awake now, so you must've been here longer . . ."

"I was knocked out too. Earlier, our captor came in and you were in a sack. Then, you slept for a little bit and woke up to this."

Spongebob started to cry, "I don't like it here, Squidward!"

He tried to hug me, but couldn't move. "These straps are so annoying!"

"Shhh, he's going to hear us!"

As though staged, the man was back.

"Yeah, little sponge, you are way too loud."

We cringed in fear.

"Wh-wh-what are you going to do to us?" Spongebob's voice was higher than a chipmunk's.

"I'll let you figure that one out," as he said that, he threw another sack into the room, but didn't bother taking out whatever was inside.

Spongebob gasped, "Oh my goodness! Squidward, how are we going to help the person trapped in there?"

The sack was right by the door, which was a couple feet away. Maybe we could try hopping in our seats?

"Spongebob, can you hop?"

My neighbor tried and succeeded. Eventually, we made it over to the sack, which was really still.

"I hope we aren't too late!" Spongebob prayed.

After a couple minutes of struggling to lean and using our teeth to rip the bag, a figure popped out. It was Patrick. "Patrick!" The starfish didn't wake up.

"Don't worry; I think he's been attacked. He'll wake up eventually."