Chapter 2

The two stopped dead in their tracks, shocked at how Spongebob had raised his voice to them. Never had anyone talked to them like that, and they didn't know how to comprehend it. They were silent for a moment, but soon they erupted, their wails filling the room.

"No, no, no! I'm sorry, little guys, I didn't mean it! Please…stop…" Spongebob cried, growing a few arms to try to comfort the children. He patted them on the back and head nervously, though to no success.

The children's wails attracted the attention of the teenager, Todd, who was at home skipping school on that particular day.

"What the hell did you do now, you stupid sponge? I'm trying to listen to depressing music and hate the world, and you're totally ruining it! I hate you!" he yelled, as he shuffled into the living room, bursting into tears at the last point.

Spongebob was about to ask him to refrain from using swear words in front of the children, but he realized that even if he did, it would do no good.

Todd sulked away, tears still flowing down his cheeks. He made his way to the kitchen to grab a knife, and ended up with the biggest and sharpest one he could find. It was the only thing he could use, for Spongebob had taken away all his razors.

"No…" Spongebob groaned, growing another arm to stop him from cutting himself. He covered Todd's arm in sponge and hardened it, making the cutting impossible. The shield was impenetrable.

"DAMN YOU!" Todd shrieked, thrusting the blade into the wall closest him. It made contact and easily slid through, though he didn't stop there. He pushed it farther in, and then took it out quickly, only to stab Spongebob in another place. He continued the process, venting his anger.

"GRAAAAA!" Spongebob screamed in pain. He'd been instructed by the parents that should this happen at any time, he should just let it go like it never happened, but he just couldn't do that. He'd had enough, and was at the point where he was ready to snap.

He grew another two arms, one of them to snatch the knife away. The other, in blind pain and anger, slapped Todd across the face. He crumpled to the ground, and in the sponge used that window of opportunity to hide the knife carefully inside of himself.

Todd quickly got back up, rushing to the phone. Before talking to his parents he yelled at the sponge, "You'll pay for that! Just wait until mom and dad get home, you're really in for it this time!"

Spongebob allowed him to call for help, knowing that his anger might get the best of him if someone didn't come soon. He didn't want to go on some kind of rampage, so was using this for everyone's safety.

Very soon the parents arrived at the house, having walked away from whatever it was they were doing, and burst through the front door in a huff.

"What the hell did you do to my son?" the father shouted, fighting Todd's battle for him as usual.

Spongebob, who had calmed down slightly in the time it had taken them to arrive, said truthfully, "He was stabbing me and it hurt real bad, so I got him to stop."

"We instructed you to wait it out, so–" the mother said, though her son very quickly cut her off.

"He slapped me!" he blurted, pointing at the face in the kitchen.

"Why you no good–" the father seethed, his level of anger rising. He never got to finish his sentence, however, because the doorbell suddenly rang and cut him off. It was a good thing, too, for he had been about to go on a nasty name-calling spree.

The mother peeked out the window to see who could be at their door only to see a delivery person waiting there. He held a large rectangular package, with a giant 'fragile' sticker on the side.

"OH!" she squealed shrilly, her voice ringing through the house, "Honey, the new accents are finally here!"

Everything seemed to stop as she retrieved the massive package. She hurriedly gave the boy his money and slammed the door in his face, eager to get to the parcel. With a strange excitement in her eyes she opened it. Biodegradable S's covered the floor as she dug franticly through them, until she finally got to her prize.

She pulled the long box-shaped thing from the package and immediately carried it to the far wall; it seemed like she'd already picked out the spot where it was to go, and had prepared for it long before the thing actually got there.

Very soon there was a brand new display hanging from the wall, and everyone was gazing at the underwater scene in admiration. For Spongebob, however, it was the complete opposite.

He sniffed and a tear rolled down his street, but his sadness wasn't destined to last long. He knew the undersea scene that was depicted by it better than the back of his hand.

Contained in the display, much to the sponge's surprise and despair, were the things he held most dear: his friends. Patrick, Mr. Crabs, Squidward, Sandy, Mrs. Puff, Larry, and even Gary were there. They were all standing nicely in there, staring blankly at the family.

The reality of what this was didn't hit Spongebob right away, but when it did he just felt like dying right there. He had nothing left to live for, really. All his companions were dead and stuffed, and had been placed in a tacky display.

That really was the breaking point for Spongebob, the last straw. Being through so much, tormented and abused on a daily basis, those were one thing, but hurting his friends and showing their dead bodies off to people was something entirely different.

Nobody hurt Spongebob's friends.

"P-Patrick…Gary…" he sobbed. His world had fallen apart by the seams. For many moments he did nothing but cry big we tears all over the place, in the usual Spongebob style. He finally quieted down after a while to ask the family softly, "What…what did you to do my friends?"

It was obvious, but he wanted to hear it from them. The five of them, however, stayed silent, stunned by their house's random fit of tears.

"Answer me!" Spongebob yelled, maybe a little louder than necessary, "WHAT did you do to them? Those are my friends…"

The mom, although she was still a little afraid of her house's sudden mood swings, was the only one who could say what happened, since she organized it. She explained as nice as she could, "W-when we found you, we also got all of them. We thought they were unique, with all their little dressings, so…"

"So you KILLED them?"

"Well…we didn't know they were friends of yours…" the mother said quietly.

The father added randomly, "And it was the only way to get this display, so I suppose you could say that," the father said, his voice cracking. His house was starting to frighten him, and he didn't know what this news would bring.

"You…you…you…you…you…you…YOU KILLED THEM!" Spongebob roared, completely losing control. For once it really was the last straw for him, and things were really about to get ugly. He continued, "You killed my friends!"

"Y-yes, b-but…it was for the best. Don't you agree they make great unique accents?" the mother whimpered, not knowing how to defend herself against her house's words. She wanted to make this right, but had no idea how to do that.

"But you killed them!" the sponge roared again. His level of rage was quickly rising, and as it did, his colour turned a darkish red and rose with it. And as his temper rose, he became very hot, nearly to the point where he could melt.

"We sorry! You hurting me, you hurting! Pweese stop!" the little girl squealed, as she started to cry out in pain. Her brother soon joined in. They didn't know what was happening, but they didn't like it in the least; the sponge was searing hot, and was burning their skin.

"STOP! You're hurting them, my babies!" the mother screeched, not wanting to see her kids in pain like that, "You're hurting the children, and you have to stop!"

When Spongebob didn't do anything to ease their pain, she attempted to move to pick the children up. She didn't want them to have to go through something as painful as sponge fusing itself into their skin from the sheer heat of it.

However, when she attempted to move, she found that her feet wouldn't move in the slightest; her bare feet had sunk into the sponge just a bit, and it had the same effect as wet cement, Spongebob style.

"Let me go, I have to get to my children!" she cried in desperation, trying harder to move her feet. She could feel her children's pain. She tried her hardest, and found a strength she didn't know she had.

But, as she lurched forward to her babies, a sickening half-squishing half-ripping found could be heard. She felt an unimaginable pain on the bottom of her foot, but didn't quite know what had happened until she looked. When she saw, she and the rest of the family let out screams of horror.

Still welded in a sense to the floor were her feet, though only the skin from the bottoms of them. She lifted her own foot to take a look, and saw nothing but blood and raw muscle.

"AHH!" she shrieked, completely freaking out. Not wanting to get her feet mutilated any further; she lifted them continuously, jogging in place. To her surprise her tactic worked, and her feet no longer stuck to the sponge.

Thinking fast, she ran to the kitchen, rushing to get water. Though the tap hadn't yet melted completely, the water was still far too hot to handle with unprotected hands.

The father, having burst into the house in a rage, had forgotten to take off his shoes at the door. He now realized this, and was thankful for it. He slipped his feet out of them, for they were sunken in the sponge and wouldn't move, and went to help his wife.

He followed the example of his spouse and ran in place. It had worked for her and it was now working for him as well.

"You stop this right now, you damn house!" he shouted, not knowing what else to do. He was powerless against an opponent such as this, and he knew it. This was nothing like the controlled fights he had in court.

Needless to say, the sponge ignored him completely.

"Bahahahahahaha! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Spongebob laughed manically, raising his arms in that classic villain manner. He'd completely lost it, and it looked like there was no turning back.

The mother looked around franticly, looking for something to help the children. The water hadn't worked, so she had to find a way to get them out of danger, off of the floor. She soon found the perfect thing for that, and immediately put her new plan into action.

Grabbing the kids up from the floor she rushed them to a nearby couch, which had not yet melted. It was still hot, but not nearly as much so as the floor. They cried in pain as chunks of their skin ripped off to stay with the sponge, but other than that it all went smoothly. Not too much of them stayed behind.

Spongebob's laughing soon ceased, though the crazy tone to his voice remained as he turned to Todd and said evilly, "You like to cut yourself, eh?"

Todd didn't answer, for fear of saying the wrong thing. It didn't matter what he said, though, because he was about to get what was coming to him regardless.

::end of chapter 2::

Sorry this took so long to get up, I've been completely addicted to Maple Story lately. Just started and already I'm a level 30 fire/poison magician, which I'm really happy about. I've also been busy with school and work and cadets and range and the like. But yeah, I'll hopefully get the last chapter up fairly soon...hopefully.

So...the morbidness begins! Everyone gets their just deserts, with a surpirse ending you'll never guess. You'll have to read to see what finds out. Anyway...not much else to say...chapter 3 coming at some point, most definately before Christmas Holidays. A LOT sooner than that.

Oh yeah, and because I forgot to say it last chapter, I DO NOT OWN SPONGEBOB. Stupid disclaimers...I always forget to add them...