Gone 2 Chapter 2: Enter Red, a spongebob squarepants fanfic

Chapter 2: Enter....Red

"LET'S PARTY!!!" That was the shout of a random fish. About every Bikini Bottomite was at the Krusty Krab to celebrate the first "National No Spongebob Day At Home." Techno music was booming, lights shone everywhere, and people were dancing around like maniacs. Not even caring that Spongebob wasn't there. "This is the best day of my life!" shouted Squidward. "Ah...Squidward..." Mr. Krabs said with a chuckle. "You might as well enjoy it while ya can. I assure you the boy will be back tomorrow." "I wouldn't count on it Krabby." Everyone in the restaurant went white. The light in the room became dim. "Did you forget to pay the electric bill again Mr. Krabs?" Squidward said. "Quiet baldy..." the voice said.

That voice. It was dark, cold, gruff, and somewhat menacing. The crowd looked too the doorway to find the fish dressed in black. He slowly walked in. His boots pounding the wood floor causing vibrations with every step. Random fish folk whispered among themselves. The stranger heard them and looked at them with a frightening look through his black sunglasses. The whisperers became white with fear. He kept walking, looking around the restaurant. He stopped and leaned against the wall by the cash register. "And uh..." Mr. Krabs began. "how do you by chance know that Mr....." The fish raised his fin silencing him, "They call me, Red." "Ah." said Mr. Krabs. "How do you know that by chance, Red?" "Why do they call you Red anyway?" asked Squidward. Red held up his fin. "Red scales." he said. "Anything else is none of your business." "Like I care." said Squidward. "I doubt that Spongebob would come back ." said Red. "Why would he anyway?" "What do you mean?" Squidward asked. "I thought you didn't care." Red said mockingly. "Well as far as I'm concerned the boy needs us." said Mr. Krabs. "I mean without us, Spongebob's life would be empty." "Is that so?" Red asked. "Then why, may I ask, are you all doing what you're doing?" "What are we doing?" asked Patrick. "You're little holiday." Red said. "It's National No Spongebob Day." said a random male fish. "Exactly." said Red. "And who in their right mind would do something like that?"

"Well, Spongebob always gives us a hard time with our lives, and we needed a break from all that." said Sandy. Red scowled. "Hard time eh?"
"Well duh," said Squidward. "Spongebob is the bane of my existence." "Oh really?" Red said. He growled. "I've noticed a chain of events here." Red began. "You people are more mean to Spongebob than he is annoying to you." "That's not true." said Mr. Krabs. "Oh yes it is." said Red. "Name one time that has happened." said Patrick. "Very well." said Red. "Just give me an example of how Spongebob irritated you in any way." Red crossed his fins.

"How about the time with the rocket." Sandy said. "He stuffed us all into sacks like potatoes!" Everyone muttered in agreement. "That was another person's fault." Red said. He pointed to Patrick. "That chubby sea star woke him up in the middle of the night and they got carried away playing with the rocket." Sandy's eyes widened and she glared at grinned sheepishly.

"Anyone else have anything to say?" Red said. "I'll go next." said Squidward. "I've got plenty of examples." "Bring it on big-nose." said Red. Squidward growled. "Well for one thing, he's constantly annoying me with stupid boat horn alarm!" "And your clarinet playing isn't scallops chirping in the meadow." Red pointed out. Squidward snarled. Red chuckled. "Got anything else?" he asked Squidward. "He's completely immature!" Squidward said. "He frolics in fields catching jellyfish like a child when he should be an adult!" "I can recall when you, yes you convinced Spongebob to be normal." said Red.

"And your point is?" Squidward asked. "Don't you remember how it turned out?" Red asked. "I remember!" Mr. Krabs shouted. "That change in the boy cost me a lot of money." Red crossed his fins feeling like he had proved his point. "Well, I have had nothing to do with Spongebob's foul-ups." said Mr. Krabs. "Wrong." Red said. "Remember when you printed those newspaper stories?" "What now?" Mr. Krabs said feeling caught off guard. "You forced Spongebob to print untruthful stories of everyone in Bikini Bottom." Red said. "And no matter how many times he told you to stop you wouldn't listen." Mr. Krabs was incredulous. "How do you know this?" he asked. "Yeah how do you know this?" Squidward asked. "I've never even seen you around here." said Sandy. "That's easy." said Red. "Spongebob talked to me when he was feeling down and he told me everything." "You have?" Sandy asked. "That's right sister." said Red. "He even mentioned that everyone even took advantage of him when he found a way to fly. And you made fun of him for attempting to do that in the first place." "Where did we do that?" Patrick asked. "Remember those magic pants he had?" Red said. "I mean, come on. You don't need blow-up pants to scratch your stomach or clean your garage and rub someone's scalp." Red stated to become angry. "And when he was blown out of the sky, you showed no care for him. Just the pants." he said.

"Don't you see? He was your friend. He cared about you." Red said. "And how do you repay him? You treat him like dirt, and come up with a holiday where you act like he doesn't even exist!" "Well if you ask me," Squidward began. "We'd all be better off if Spongebob didn't exist." Sandy gasped. Red snarled. "I highly doubt that." said Red. "Spongebob has the biggest heart in the ocean. Sure he's a bit unusual but nobody's perfect, everybody makes mistakes." Red chuckled. "You people will soon realize that you need him more than you think." he said. The others looked at him like he was crazy. "It's true." Red added. "Yeah right!" Squidward said. "I'll never regret what I said." "Trust me." said Red. "You will. You all will."

Squidward huffed. Sandy was deep in thought. "Where is Spongebob?" Sandy asked. "How do we know that you didn't run him out of town?" Sandy was suspicious. Red smiled. "What makes you think that missy?" he said. "What did you tell him when he came to you?" Sandy asked. "We don't have time for these pointless questions!" Squidward shouted. "If you're here to just spoil the fun, then I suggest that you'd leave." "Fine." He said. "But I suggest you all think about what I said... before it's too late." He left the Krusty Krab. "Too late for what?" Patrick asked. "He does have a point." said Mr. Krabs. "Who's gonna make me patties if me fry cook is gone?" "You could hire another fry cook." suggested a fish in the crowd.

"No one can cook patties like Spongebob." Krabs said. "Your original fry cook Jim was better." said Squidward. "But he's retired." Mr. Krabs pointed out. "I'll cook for ya." said a random male teen. Mr. Krabs sighed. "Ok, you're hired." he said.

Sandy left before the others could see her. She felt low.

Meanwhile behind the restaurant,

Red kicked a soda can into a nearby dumpster. He smirked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a cellular phone. He dialed a number. A couple rings later, a female voice answered. "Hello?" The voice said. "Zipporah, this is Big Fish calling." said Red. "Zipporah to Big Fish," the female voice said in a whisper. "How goes it?"

"Excellent." Red replied. "I think I've got them rattled." "So far so good then." the female voice responded. "Next is that you need to lay low for a while. Let what you told them sink in first." "Gotcha." Red said. "And let me know what goes on for the next few days." the voice added. "You got it." Red said. "Big Fish out." "Good luck buddy." said the voice. "We'll talk about the rest of the plan later." Red nodded and hung up his phone. Red began walking down the street, taking one last look at the restaurant. He smiled. "You all are in for a huge surprise." he said. Red chuckled and kept walking until he was gone.

Chapter 2: Enter....Red

"LET'S PARTY!!!" That was the shout of a random fish. About every Bikini Bottomite was at the Krusty Krab to celebrate the first "National No Spongebob Day At Home." Techno music was booming, lights shone everywhere, and people were dancing around like maniacs. Not even caring that Spongebob wasn't there. "This is the best day of my life!" shouted Squidward. "Ah…Squidward…" Mr. Krabs said with a chuckle. "You might as well enjoy it while ya can. I assure you the boy will be back tomorrow." "I wouldn't count on it Krabby." Everyone in the restaurant went white. The light in the room became dim. "Did you forget to pay the electric bill again Mr. Krabs?" Squidward said. "Quiet baldy…" the voice said.

That voice. It was dark, cold, gruff, and somewhat menacing. The crowd looked too the doorway to find the fish dressed in black. He slowly walked in. His boots pounding the wood floor causing vibrations with every step. Random fish folk whispered among themselves. The stranger heard them and looked at them with a frightening look through his black sunglasses. The whisperers became white with fear. He kept walking, looking around the restaurant. He stopped and leaned against the wall by the cash register. "And uh…" Mr. Krabs began. "how do you by chance know that Mr.…." The fish raised his fin silencing him, "They call me, Red." "Ah." said Mr. Krabs. "How do you know that by chance, Red?" "Why do they call you Red anyway?" asked Squidward. Red held up his fin. "Red scales." he said. "Anything else is none of your business." "Like I care." said Squidward. "I doubt that Spongebob would come back ." said Red. "Why would he anyway?" "What do you mean?" Squidward asked. "I thought you didn't care." Red said mockingly. "Well as far as I'm concerned the boy needs us." said Mr. Krabs. "I mean without us, Spongebob's life would be empty." "Is that so?" Red asked. "Then why, may I ask, are you all doing what you're doing?" "What are we doing?" asked Patrick. "You're little holiday." Red said. "It's National No Spongebob Day." said a random male fish. "Exactly." said Red. "And who in their right mind would do something like that?"

"Well, Spongebob always gives us a hard time with our lives, and we needed a break from all that." said Sandy. Red scowled. "Hard time eh?" "Well duh," said Squidward. "Spongebob is the bane of my existence." "Oh really?" Red said. He growled. "I've noticed a chain of events here." Red began. "You people are more mean to Spongebob than he is annoying to you." "That's not true." said Mr. Krabs. "Oh yes it is." said Red. "Name one time that has happened." said Patrick. "Very well." said Red. "Just give me an example of how Spongebob irritated you in any way." Red crossed his fins.

Patrick grinned sheepishly. "Anyone else have anything to say?" Red said. "I'll go next." said Squidward. "I've got plenty of examples." "Bring it on big-nose." said Red. Squidward growled. "Well for one thing, he's constantly annoying me with stupid boat horn alarm!" "And your clarinet playing isn't scallops chirping in the meadow." Red pointed out. Squidward snarled. Red chuckled. "Got anything else?" he asked Squidward. "He's completely immature!" Squidward said. "He frolics in fields catching jellyfish like a child when he should be an adult!" "And your point is?" Squidward asked. "Don't you remember how it turned out?" Red asked. "I remember!" Mr. Krabs shouted. "That change in the boy cost me a lot of money." Red crossed his fins feeling like he had proved his point. "Well, I have had nothing to do with Spongebob's foul-ups." said Mr. Krabs. "Wrong." Red said. "Remember when you printed those newspaper stories?" "What now?" Mr. Krabs said feeling caught off guard. "You forced Spongebob to print untruthful stories of everyone in Bikini Bottom." Red said. "And no matter how many times he told you to stop you wouldn't listen." Mr. Krabs was incredulous. "How do you know this?" he asked. "Yeah how do you know this?" Squidward asked. "I've never even seen you around here." said Sandy. "That's easy." said Red. "Spongebob talked to me when he was feeling down and he told me everything." "You have?" Sandy asked. "That's right sister." said Red. "He even mentioned that everyone even took advantage of him when he found a way to fly. And you made fun of him for attempting to do that in the first place." "Where did we do that?" Patrick asked. "Remember those magic pants he had?" Red said. "I mean, come on. You don't need blow-up pants to scratch your stomach or clean your garage and rub someone's scalp." Red stated to become angry. "And when he was blown out of the sky, you showed no care for him. Just the pants." he said.

Sandy left before the others could see her. She felt low.

Meanwhile behind the restaurant,