Late one night at the Krusty Krab, Spongebob snuck into the back of the restaurant to grab his treasured spatula. Shamefully, he somehow left it on the stove. He opened the back door and stopped abruptly when he heard an ominous noise.
The room was dark. Spongebob stood awkwardly in the doorway as he saw two dark figures rolling around passionately on top of the stove. Though the room was pitch black, Spongebob knew instantly who one of them was.
Squidward.
Squidward was on top of a large, bulky figure. It seemed as though he had not heard Spongebob walk in. He was so enraptured in his lover that he lowered his head to the large figure's ear. Passionately, he whispered, "Can you feel it now, Mr. Krabbs?"
Spongebob was filled with a burning rage. He loved Squidward, adored him deeply. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to be noticed, Squidward simply ignored his advances. A single tear fell and was soon absorbed by Spongebob's porous skin. He simply had to claim revenge in some way.
So, to talk about his current feelings, Spongebob went over to Patrick's rock. He never knocked anymore, seeing as he practically lived at the house. Patrick was in his living room sitting on a sandy couch that Spongebob had slept in so many times before. He knew that Patrick had always wanted his lusty spongy body, but he never had the heart to tell Patrick that he did not feel the same. Patrick had never acted on these feelings, but Spongebob had decided that now was the time to use this situation to his advantage.
He looked up from his T.V. and gave Spongebob a questioning look. Patrick knew something was up. "Spongebob, are you ok?"
"..."
Patrick gazed into Spongebob's eyes for a long moment. He instantly knew what he had come here for.
They made their way to the bedroom, and sat on his bed, completely made of sand. Patrick stroked Spongebob's face. "Spongebob, you know you don't have to do this," Patrick said. Spongebob placed his hand on Patrick's and stared at him longingly, "I'm ready."
(to be continued)