SpongeBob SquarePants The Looking Glass

Squidward grimaced, growling under his breath while watching the group of people gathered around the annoyance that was Squilliam Fancyson, his archenemy. The octopus had hoped that his trip to the museum would be a nice way to spend his Sunday, but the moment he bumped into Squilliam, (Quite literally cause he wasn't paying attention) he realized that he should've known better then to get those hopes up to high. Naturally the wealthy octopus wasted no time in boasted about his accomplishments, and about how he had discovered an old timely mirror in his great, great grandfather's basement. To Squidward's misfortune he was of course guided by his rival to be shown the mirror.

At first, Squidward didn't expect to see anything that would remotely be worth Squilliam's boasting, when he actually does see the mirror itself he reminded himself about how he should never, ever, doubt Squilliam Fancyson. And Squidward could feel those amber eyes of his, watching him curiously as he studied the object he's faced with. The mirror, looked ancient, but despite that it appeared to be in cripe clear condition and the octopus really had no real genuine way of describing the mirror in detail. It was polished very good though, Squidward had to admit, it must've been cleaned up really nicely. Squidward admired the slab of framed glass, already making up his mind on not touching it. For some strange, unknown reasons however, something seemed to be drawing him in. Like, whatever reason, he had the sudden urge to get closer. Almost, supernatural, in a way. He was snapped out of this daze, by his rival's voice. "Well Squiddy? Like what you see?"

"Squilliam, It's just a stupid old Mirror! You hang it up on your wall, that's it!"

"One man's Trash, Is another man's-..."

"Treasure! I Get IT!"

Squidward interrupted the other, his loud voice ehcoed within that empty room, everything became quiet suddenly all except for a baby's cry from the other end of the room. "It Isn't just any *Ordinary* mirror Squidward, this mirror just so happens to be my Great, Great grandfather's relic!" The wealthy octopus explained to his rival who, crossed his arms, glaring while the other goes on boasting. "What did Your great, great grandfather have?"

"None of Your Business, Fancyboy!"

Squidward spat out, Squilliam, still grinning, just turned his attention on the mirror. "Such a shame. I'd be rather interested to-..."

"To have something Else to Boast about?"

Squidward cut Squilliam off, again, using his normal voice this time. Much to the relief of a mother fish walking by with a sleeping child in her arms. "Maybe, but it just depends." The millionaire replied, now smiling fondly at the sleeping child while the mother had stopped to glance at a painting. "Either way, I'm curious."

"Well, that's to bad! Because I'm not telling you!" "Pity."

Shaking his head in response, Squilliam simply approaches the mirror and Squidward followed suit, giving a slight cringe as he watched the other touch the frame. He gazed proudly at his reflection while caressing the edge of the frame tenderly. "They cleaned this up rather nicely, wouldn't you say Squiddy?"

"Yes, and you're only smudding their hard earned Work!"

Turning his attention back on Squidward, Squilliam chuckled in a light-hearted manner. "Oh, it has been here since this morning, it has had more then enough time to sit and dry." Squilliam put an arm around Squidward, and the octopus shrugged his arm off. "You better get a feel for her, before she's-..."

"Wa..wait, Wait! So it has a Gender now?"

"Haha!" Squilliam laughed. "I suppose it does!" Squidward rolled his eyes. "It's just so lovely looking, so I may as well consider it a *she!*"

"Fine! I hereby pernouce you Husband and Wife then!"

Laughing, the wealthy octopus leaned on the mirror, his nose shrunk and grew with each breath. "You're a funny one, Squiddy." Again, Squidward crossed his arms. "Anyway, as I was saying, you should have a good feel of *her*...now...before she's shipped over to my place-..." The millioniare, again, touches the mirror's frame. "-...Because then nobody will be allowed to touch her! Unless it comes time for the stuff to clean her." Squidward, for the most part, was listening to his rival. But then something, suddenly caught the cephalopod's attention. The slab of glass, he begins noticing, appeared to slowly melting. Squidward's eyes widen. "Uh, um...Squilliam, wha..what's happening to that mirror?" Squilliam's smug grin, was replaced with a more serious frown. "What about my mirror?"
Raising his brow, Squilliam glanced at the mirror, just as a sudden gust of wind knock the arch-cephalopod's off their feet. "Wha...Whooooooa! Wha-...!" Squilliam was the first to shout, which begins to get drowned out by, some sort of strange howling wind which, is blasted from the mirror. The shiny slab of glass is now gone, replaced by a swirling vortex. "Wha..What's Happening?!"

Squidward and Squilliam both shouted while the hallway was filled with this strange wind, blasting them and everyone in that exact path. The two octopi shield themselves from the wind. "Squilliam, Where Exactly Did Your Grandfather-...!"

"Great, Great-...!"

"I DON'T CARE! WHERE DID HE GET THIS MIRROR FROM!" Squidward yelled at his rival. "I..I DON'T KNOW!" And Squilliam yelled back. The hallway is filled with pandemonium and that child, who had been sleeping peacefully with his mother, was now wide awake and screaming. "SQUILLIAM!" All of a sudden, the wind begins pulling the arch-cephalopods towards it, and they had nothing to grasp or hold onto. Before they knew it, Squidward was gripping the mirror's frame tightly while Squilliam, had a tight grip on his ankles. They both scream as the winds created by the vortex continues pulling them. "SQUIDDY, YOU HAVE BETTER HOLD ON TO THAT FAME!"

"I'M TRYING!"

The octopus groans, his strength giving out as he's slowly losing his grip. "IT...IT'S TO STRONG! I...I CAN'T...HOLD...ONNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"SQUIDWARD!"

The panicked millionaire shouted at his rival when he suddenly lost his grip, sending them both into the vortex screaming, where they just...disappeared, the vortex closes and the slab of glass returns. Once the pandemonium had died down, while the mother tries to soothe her son, everyone was just staring at the mirror in horror. Squidward Tentacles, along with Squilliam Fancyson, were now gone.