Chapter 1: New Beginnings
There was always fire in his eyes. A fire that could never be quenched. Then he found his poison. Spongebob Squarepants was but a simple man when he first started his work at the Krusty Krab, but all things change. Especially fish.
Spongebob originally started the fire when he went to that place for the first time. The Clam Casino. The concept of gambling was always something farfetched in his mind, and never really understood why people would throw away their money like that. He eventually learned it was a drug.
"Another round, please!" Spongebob shouts drunkenly at the clerk. The clerk looks at him, uncomfortably.
. "You've gone way over your limit, buddy. I think it's time you called it a night." He responds
"I'll tell you when I've had enough!" Spongebob says so forcefully bubbles flow from his mouth and pop in the clerk's face.
"That's it, you're outta here! Security!" The strong fish guards come and lift Spongebob up.
Spongebob wandered on the road alone, and drunk as all hell. He couldn't have driven even if he wanted to, he was such a failure. He hated the walks home from The Clam, he hated being alone with his thoughts. The only driving force in his life was his beloved snail.
Spongebob knocked on his door drunkenly, he had forgot his keys- again. Gary was taking a surprisingly long time to open up he pondered. After an hour passed of him lying on the ground waiting, he decided to break into his own house.
Spongebob stumbled to the left side of his house, clenching the window. He looked around for something to break the glass, he could always call a repairman. What was another fee under the mountains of debt anyway?
Spongebob turns and sees just the thing he could use to break his window. Squidward's house was made of solid rock. If he could just break a piece off...
Spongebob climbs on the side and begins to pull on the house. It wouldn't budge. Spongebob remembers the jackhammer that he had once stored in his basement. Spongebob opens the basement doors and its clear that it hasn't been cleaned in ages. Not since what happened to him, and his friend. There was another door in the basement that lead to the house, which was unlocked, but Spongebob did not remember since he was still in a drunken stupor.
Plugging in the jackhammer, he angles it into the side of Squidward's house. The vibrations rock Squidward's house, shattering the windows and breaking pieces of rock off his house.
Once a sizeable piece of wonderful masonry comes off his house, Spongebob collects his loot. Arms tired, Spongebob uses the last of his strength to throw the rock at his bedroom window. Spongebob was always thinking of the future, and knew that he would want to be in his bedroom right away. The window submits under the rock without any trouble. He could have sworn he heard a shout under the shattering of the window. Despite this he begins the ascension of the pineapple.
"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Shouts Squidward. Spongebob's pace quickens at the realization of who was talking. His neighbor Squidward. "I'm calling the cops, you fuckwit!" Without a moment's hesitation, he hurls himself through the window but gets stuck. His square body was stuck in the circle window.
Spongebob lay helpless stuck inside the window.
"Well well well, what do we have here?" Spongebob heard a voice behind him, but he couldn't turn to see who.
"Looks like you're in a pickle, just like your friend huh?" Spongebob felt flooded with anger, who was harassing him?
"If I wasn't so fl-*hic*pping drunk I would punch your eyes out-" Spongebob swings his fist on the insides of his house, completely missing the figure behind him.
"You need to back off kid, because you're next." He heard footsteps quicken and sirens blare.
The cops unpopped him from the window, but there was no one else there. Must be a prank, a sickening one at that, he thought. The cops quizzed him with questions, convinced he was a common thief. By the end of the whole debacle, Spongebob waited with his cell, charged with public intoxication.
"Spongebob Squarepants?" A cop retorted.
"Yes?" Spongebob had felt extremely hung over, his headache swarmed his head.
"You've been released with bail" The guard opened the gate, and the loud noise made Spongebob flinch. Gary the snail appeared before him.
"Meow" (An other drunk night at The Clam?) Gary said, unamused.
"You got me" Spongebob stood up and his vision blurred, it was too damn bright in here. "Just where were you last night? I lost my keys and I couldn't get in." Spongebob yelled at Gary like a child.
"Meow" (None of your business, DAD, I can do whatever I want) Gary slithered in front of him, not meeting his gaze.
"Fuckin' kids…" Was all Spongebob could say to himself. What a night that was. Spongebob gets in the boat with Gary, who had managed to receive his boating license before him. The boat was silent at first, and heavy at that. Too heavy to keep.
"You know why last night was so bad?" Spongebob breaks the silence.
"I already know. You don't have to say it." Spongebob's head was heavy on his shoulders. His brain was a cocktail of problems ever since the most important person in the world had been taken away from him.
"Last night, was the tenth anniversary of Patrick's death." The boat was silent again.
Ten years ago, Spongebob and Patrick were running through the city, giggling over their silly antics. Running through the alleyway, they smash into a silhouetted man. He let out a cry and turned to Spongebob and Patrick. The shout from the alleyway is heard and another fish across the road started to run, screaming through the city's streets.
"He got away." Says the man. He puts on a fedora. "That is quite the punishable act, you know." He says. The unknown man draws a knife and slashes at Spongebob.
"Oh no!" He says. Half of his nose was cut off in the debacle, which never grew back.
"You're dead, kid!" He shouts. He slashes at Spongebob again, who jumps back.
"Stay away from my friend!" Says Patrick. The man ignores Patrick's pleas and attacks Spongebob again and Spongebob clenches his eyes
His life flashed before him. Everything from being born, to joining the Krusty Krab, and everything in between with Patrick. But the knife would never land on Spongebob.