In The Kitchen
Written by Nerdboy83
Note: I do not own the characters to or the rights to the series SpongeBob SquarePants. Nickelodeon does.
The kitchen was a mess. A bloodied mess. Pans were laying everywhere, having been thrown by some out-of-control psycho. Knives and spatulas were also laying on the ground, some blades even piercing the floor, blades lodged. Some spatulas were broken, snapped into two, or three, or four, or five pieces through brute strength. The worst part, though, was the blood.
Blood was everywhere, splattered against the walls and the ground, and was such a magnificent shade of red that it almost brought a tear to his eyes. It was even, somehow, on the ceiling. Drops of the red substance were falling down to his head, mixing in with the color of his shell. He bet no one was capable of determining which red it was.
The most blood was on the grill. And on the cheerful yellow sponge who was currently standing in front of it.
The yellow sponge was covered in it, red mixing with yellow in splatters. It stained his hands and his clothes. There was a spatula in his trembling hands. Stained red. Dripping red. The grill was turned on, steam lurking off of it, and there seemed to be some kind of a substance on it. He couldn't tell what it was, yet he could see it clearly.
What seemed to be a small stain glob of red meat was sticking to the grill. He could almost describe it to be Krabby Patty meat. However, he could be fairly certain that it wasn't. He could see the one oval green and red eye that was lodged in the middle of the mass of it, staring at him with a blank, unblinking vision. It made a feeling of unrelenting fear creep up into his mind. He knew whose eye it was, oh he knew all right.
"Sp- SpongeBob..."
The yellow sponge turned around. On his face, a smile was stretching from left to right. A hysterical smile, one that a crazed madman would give. The smile caused the crab to suddenly recoil, and his two stalky eyes to widen even more. The sponge's eyes were faded over with the gleam of insanity, and one was twitching.
"Mister... Mister Krabs..."
The sponge's voice was weak, and a hysterical giggle was so clearly imbedded into it.
"SpongeBob... What... What are ye cooking?"
Fear was clearly evident in the crab's voice, and he cursed himself. Mentally. The sponge's smile widened, a look of utter insanity inside his eyes, as he turned back to the grill. He shoved his spatula around, poking and prodding the sticky mass on the grill. Mr. Krabs began to grow concerned for the sponge, yet he didn't dare get any closer to him.
"A spec- special kind of a-a Krabby Patty..."
Mr. Krabs began to back away from the sponge. What he would say next would drive him out the kitchen, running with a shrieking order to Squidward to call the police. The next statement would surely haunt him in his nightmares for the rest of his life.
"... A Plankton Patty." SpongeBob giggled, with a hysterical smirk on his face.