CHAPTER ONE: AND TO THINK...
It all started as a friendship, one that looked as though it would last until they grew old and died together. They stood together, always looking out for the other when there was bullies, hardships at home and even homework (one half of the duo wasn't exactly the brightest light bulb, sadly). No one saw their friendship end and no one cared.
Until the formula.
What started off as a attempt to create a burger and finally become popular among their peers ended with the recipe being torn into two and the duo torn with it. The ying went on to open his own business that acted as a daily restaurant for lunch and dinner whilst the yang sat in his cold, empty palace of "chum", staring at his former friend's empire of grease and customers with jealously as he slowly lost his humanity, a simple computer being the only company. But even then he felt unappreciated, ridiculed by both business rival and "wife". The number of failures became higher and higher but after his latest attempt to frame the selfish crustacean for high treason against King Neptune failed, his mind broke.
Days of extreme isolation allowed him to envison the gruesome demises of his despised 'friend' and ponder why. Just why would anyone risk their life for the red shelled cheapskate when he would throw even his most loyal 'crew members' to Davy Jones' locker in exchange for a child's allowance. Why he kept failing, why it was just so DAMN hard to be successful in life. But one night, he had a epiphany. All of his years of college, all of his intellect and skills all wasted on a formula for a simple meaningless burger when he could have easily taken over the godforsaken ocean by now! So he got to work. He invented mechanical marvels, he converted others to his league and soon in the course of three weeks, Bikini Bottom found itself split into two different cities.
All because of one Sheldon J Plankton.
But he wasn't without mercy, of course. He allowed those in "Krusty Kity" ("Really original, Krabs." Plankton always mused to himself) to live under the condition that they didn't dare set foot in "Chum World". Plankton praised his great mind for thinking of such a term for "ceasefire"; it gave him power over Krabs, power that he desired all his life. The small king of his own little world knew that the money loving bastard would send others to try and infiltrate Chum World; so far four spies discovered and converted this week. Plus, it allowed Plankton to watch over Krabs' pathetic army and recognize every form of training his little gang were going through. The battle would over in a matter of minutes and finally the ocean would know whose more powerful, even more powerful then the Flying Ducthman himself.
A alarm snapped him out of his thoughts. Turning in his chair, Plankton saw a image come to life on his master computer that towered over him just as everything else did. No snarky comment. Plankton had taken such pleasure in dismantling of Karen the minute he escaped from prison. His one eye widen at the sight at the intruder that dared venture across the line that separated his undersea heaven from that grease stained hell where the less intelligent would brawl for shelter from the night cold.
"Oh, Krabs...just when I thought you couldn't get even more desperate." Plankton chuckled to himself, his gaze fixated on the image of the one creature he hated the same way he hated Krabs. The one who started all this to begun with by standing with his way.
The 'Wizard'.
The Fry Cook.
The imbecile.
SpongeBob SquarePants.
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