This is a combo of Spongebob and Rambo. Please give reviews so I can know to give more or not. The first chapter is extremely short but other chapters will be a lot longer.

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Spongebob trailed down the dusty path on the highway. He had a Boy Scout type sleeping bag slung over his right shoulder while a combat knife rested in his back pocket. He would frequently caress his bitter hands as he hiked his way down to Patrick's cabin. Fall was at an end as winter was emerging from it's long slumber.

His eyes encountered the small village lying in a brisk wonderland of colored leaves. Children were frolicking around a pile of autumn plants. Spongebob marked his path to the village to finally catch a glimpse of his childhood friend, Patrick Star. His naïve and innocent personality. His booming roar of a laugh compared to Spongebob's shrill, piercing tittering tongue. Ah, yes. The two would finally reassemble their beautiful and everlasting friendship. Thinking about all of this distracted the sponge's preoccupied mind. He walked his way toward Patrick's mom (looking quite unique in her backwards dotted bandana) and introduced himself.

"Afternoon missus!" Spongebob said in a slight whisper.

"Who might you be?" The woman acknowledged. She seemed to be a bit impatient with Spongebob. He was not a common guest on her turf.

"Name's Spongebob. Spongebob Squarepants. I am assuming you are Patrick's mother." He said with a tad whistle in his throat.

"Yes, I am a matter of fact." The starfish was beginning to get more hasty and less easy-going.

"I am Patrick's friend. We used to play together as children. We also fought in the war together as close partners. You know, 'you watch my back, I'll watch yours' kinda way. I was hoping you could tell me where Patrick is at the moment."

"Go on, child. Tend to the chickens," she said as she made a "hurry up" gesture to a pestering daughter. "I am very sorry, what were you saying? Something about the war?"

"Yes ma'am. Patrick and I were close partners along as childhood friends."

"He is not here anymore," she responded with arrogance.

"Where did he go?" Spongebob said with an abashed voice.

"He passed away," she said holding back any grief. "Doctors said it was pneumonia."

"Oh," Spongebob said trying to act adult like. "I-I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she snarled as she scurried into the wheat fields.

Spongebob heaved his sleeping bag back on his shoulder, balanced. He felt like sitting down but perseverance prevented him from it.

Pneumonia? Yeah right, Spongebob thought to himself. He knew who's fault it was. He knew exactly who to blame. The government is responsible for this, he thought to himself. They killed his entire team. Including the brutally tortured Squidward.

Now Squidward was tortured by the enemy through electrical surges. Brought back only to be humiliated by the government, he thought. Squidward was brought into the emergency room with assumedly no medical assistance whatsoever. He then died by a massive heart attack.

They can't get away from me that easily. They are gonna pay! All of them! Starting with every employee at the hospital that killed Squidward. The patience will have to feel the pain Squidward felt. Abandoned and rotting. I will not rest until the score is settled and my vengeance is fulfilled!