Well, this took some time, didnt it, and thank you guys for your reviews ^^ And, well heres this new chapter ^^
A spatula dug into a pan of meatloaf, and was served to the next prisoner, a man in yellow, Josh, smiled down at it before looking to Spongebob, "aww man, this looks great, you're my hero, sponge." the man said before he was shooed off by a guard, the man who'd locked him up, his name was Kevin, he held an empty, messy tray, "Man sponge, locking you up was the best thing that's ever happened to this place, it's a surprise that I came back for seconds."
Spongebob smiled as he looked down at the well prepared food, he laughed as he scooped up a chunk of it and served it up, "That's always a good sign." he said, "You guys ever find Bruise?" Spongebob asked, but the man didn't answer, it really wasn't none of his business.
"So, what are we having today?" said Denna, the woman who he'd met just the other day, Spongebob looked down at the prepared food, "meat loaf." he answered, as he spooned a chunk of it out, she looked down at the nicely cooked meal, there has to be a rule, somewhere in the rule book that has something against making delicious food.
Denna looked up at him, "How'd you get locked up in here? Serving us?" she asked, Spongebob shrugged as he gave food to the next person in line, "I don't know." he answered, he looked back at her once the line was clear, "why are you here?" he asked, Denna smiled, "I asked you first." Spongebob smiled back, "Well, I'm not gonna tell you, it's not something you'd want to hear before you eat your lunch." he gestured to her food, she smiled, picking up the provided fork.
Spongebob narrowed his eyes as she picked up a piece, he leaned forward a little to watch her eat it, there was something about watching someone, somewhat, attractive, eat and moan about your food, it was almost as good as touching yourself, but he looked away before she could put it in her mouth.
"Oh, wow, you sure know how to cook, dontcha." Spongebob looked back, "mm, ya know, I'd love ta have a man like you in my life, if you know what i mean, you're sweet, cute, and, a great cook." she said, Spongebob scoffed shaking his head, blushing just a little, "Then you'd expect me to clean, and work, rub your tired feet, and back, kiss your forehead, tell you how much I love you, and know i'd do anything, which includes killing another man, and pleasure you like no other man could, and when you wanted, we could have at least three kids." Spongebob spoke in a low, seductive voice.
Denna blinked a couple times, of course he was actually the type of guy to do all that, well except for killing another man, which changed up until recently. Denna smiled, knowing he was being sarcastic, "You know, I'd like that." she smiled, deciding to play along, "and, in return?" he questioned as he leaned further over the food, his face was about an inch behind the glass.
"I didn't know you were serious." she batted her eyes, "I didn't know you weren't." he grinned, and so did Denna, "You're ok, sponge, I think me and you are gonna get along pretty well." she said, Spongebob smiled, looking away from her and down at the food, "You should go eat before it gets any colder, and you don't want to get caught, talking to me." he said as he stood up.
Denna rolled her eyes, "Oh, what's gonna happen? You gonna, magically reach though this glass and hurt me?" she questioned, Spongebob scoffed, "Even if you could, you're not like that, you're too good-" "There's a reason why i'm here, there's a reason why i'm cut off from you, and everyone else." Spongebob said, "Which is?" Spongebob looked away, "You better eat before the lunch rush is over." he suggested before he turned around and left, she sighed, but smiled and turned around and went to her table.
"Well done, Mr. Squarepants." A man in high uniform said as he walked up to the empty line, the warden, the cafeteria had been cleared of the prisoners, and Spongebob was just now starting to put the leftovers away, they'd have this later, "You come for seconds?" he asked as he picked up the square dish. The man shook his head, "nah, I'm stuffed, I just came ta check on ya, and tell ya how good your food was, my wife can't even cook nearly as good as you, and I love my wife's cooking, just don't tell her i said that, I'd get thrown in the pin." he said he said as he positioned his hat.
"What's wrong with a pin?" he questioned, but smiled, "Just joking, if you think I'm good, you should visit my grandma sometime, she taught me everything I know, well, almost everything." he shrugged, "I betcha wish you were out there huh?" the warden asked, "Out there? You mean, flipping patties, the right way, coming home to my snail, Gary, Ka-ra-tieng with Sandy, Jellyfishing with Pat-" he sighed, sitting down on a crate next to him.
"I, I don't know why they put me here." he shook his head, wiping his eyes, looking up at the warden, "I just remember them questioning me-"
Spongebob hummed as he sat in a cold metal chair in front of a metalic table with his hands cuffed to the top of the table, he stared at the clock on the wall which seemed to have froze in time.
Why was he here? Why was he cuffed? He'd seen this on the t.v before, but he was unsure what happened, he could never stick through those types of shows, no matter how interesting they could get.
I must have been bad, but what did he do? Maybe there was a new law he didn't know about, he picked his head up as the door opened and two officers who he hadn't seen walked in, was this going to be something like, good cop, bad cop?
"What's your name, son?" one of them asked as he sat down across from him while looking at the file, "Er, um, Sp, Spongebob sir, Spongebob Squarepants, do you mind if I ask, what am I doing here?" he asked and the man sighed, "I'll ask the questions around here."
"but all I asked was-"
"We're here because our men were called to a scene, which we found you, and the surrounding area around you, covered in blood, and, we want to know, where they are." he said, and Spongebob cocked his brow.
"They?" Spongebob asked before he jumped back when one of the men slammed his fins down on the table, "You Know who we're talking about! Where is Eugene, and Squidward!" he shouted at him, and Spongebob just looked at him, "M, Mr. Krabs, a, and Squidward?" he asked, and he glanced at the table before looking back at him, "What time is it? Almost 12, right? Shouldn't they be at the Krusty Krab?" he asked.
"Unless we're closed, they should be at home." he answered, and the man shook his head, "Whose blood was that on you that night?" the officer asked, "Blood? What blood?" Spongebob asked, "When Officer David found you, at the krusty krab, you were sitting on the floor, covered in blood, sadly we were unable to Identify who the blood belonged to, being so mixed with whatever, but, when we found you, you had no signs of injury."
"Oh, that-" he said, leaning in to scratch his head, "All I can remember is that I'd injured myself on the meat grinder, because we make the patties from scratch, and I somehow got my fingers stuck in the grinder, and it ripped my arm off." he answered he sighed, "Thankfully, I'm a sponge, so it grew back, but-" he shook his head, looking back up.
"I didn't expect there to be so much Blood, I mean, it just started, coming out! It must be this radiation, am I starting to turn into you? I was dizzy when they pulled up, I should have gone home to rest, but, I had a job, and Mr. Krabs would have been Furious with me for wasting the patties, he would fire me for sure." he said.
The men groaned, rubbing their faces, "Mr. krabs is missing, and, So is Squidward." he informed, and Spongebob blinked, "M, Missing?" he asked, looking off to the side before he started laughing, "Very funny, I seen them two days ago before closing." he said, and the man just stared at him.
Spongebob stopped laughing, "Please tell me you're joking, they can't be, I just saw them the other day." he raised his voice, "They've got to be home then-" "We checked, everywhere, and still can't find any traces, Eugene's daughter, said she hadn't seen him come home-"
"Pearl? I, is she ok? I, if what you said was true, and they're missing, whos taking care of her? She's just a kid!" he tried to stand up, which alarmed the officers, "Sit down Squarepants" they ordered, "But, she needs me! She's like my little sister, I have-" he froze when they pointed a handgun at him, it couldn't be real, he'd never seen one in real life, and aimed at him..
"Sit down, we won't tell you again." he said, and Spongebob sat down, staring at the gun, "She's taken care of, we just want to know where they are."
"They questioned me, l, like I was a criminal, like I had anything to do with,
"They said I killed them, th, that- I.." he gagged, before he cleared his throat, wiping his eyes, sniffling before he looked back at him, "Tell me again, it's not true, that they're still alive, please tell me that this is just a joke, I, I don't care how messed up a joke this is, because it has to be." he said as he stood up.
The warden sighed, was this an act? What was this boy thinking, he could fool him? It was right in the papers! Right in the case notes, heh, he almost had him fooled, he sighed, "It's true, Spongebob, Eugene, and Squidward, are dead."
Spongebob stood silent, letting his tears flow, his heart completely broken, "N, no, y, you're lying." he shook his head, "Please, tell me you're lying, I, I can't take it." he stepped back, and the man sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought.
"I guess it must be true, i mean, to get thrown in here, the funny thing is, that I don't even know why, or how I did it, or where they are, they just- disappeared?" Spongebob shook his head before he sighed, looking down at the left overs, he shook his head, picking up the pan with a grunt as he turned around to put it up.
The older man rubbed his head, watching at the boy turned to get back working on the kitchen before he turned and walked out, leaving the boy alone to think, he leaned his head against the giant refrigerator door, before he started to smash his head into the door, punching it in anger.
Tears continued to flow from his face as some images flashed through his mind like a flickering horror film, he could see a dark shadow of a square, smiling, and holding something in its hand, it locked eyes with him as it smiled brighter and then brought whatever it had in its hands down, creating a sickening sound of flesh being split open, and the sounds of bones cracking.
Spongebob clawed at his head as he shot out of his bed, he was starting to shake, tears falling down on the wool blankets, he was starting to hyperventilate, he jumped when he heard the voice of his cellmate, Bruise on the bottom bunk.
"Hey, kid, shut the fuck up, some of us is trying to sleep." he ordered but he couldn't stop, fear crept it's way up his spine as he felt the bed shake, when Bruise got out of bed, he could see the back of his bald head, his eyes widened, was this all a dream?!
"I said-" the man turned around to show his face which was caved in, how he was alive, and talking, was a mystery, how could this, "Shut up." he said before he grabbed the sponge off the bed and brought him close to his face, unable to smile with his bottom jaw missing, Spongebob cringed as the dead man brought him in closer, where he licked him with his mutilated tongue.
"Ha, gah, B, Bruise, hnn, get off, hnn I thought you were dead!" he shook his head, and he could hear the blood gurgle from Bruise as he tried to laugh, "As if a tiny fucker like you could kill me." Spongebob stared at him, blood on his face before Bruise fell to the floor, like a bag of flour.
Spongebob stared down at him, completely shocked, and unsure of what's just happened, he tapped him with his foot as he moved around him, he then looked up to find that he was in the krusty kitchen, sitting against the prep station, covered in blood, the floor, the walls, the prep station, it looked like something you'd see right out of a horror movie.
He was rocking back and forth mumbling something to himself, "G, gotta make the patties-" he repeated over and over, as a police officer entered the kitchen with his hand on the gun, the officer looked at the phone that was beside him, he looked around the room which was completely horrific.
"Sp, Spongebob." the officer softly called his name, and the sponge immediately looked at him, still shaking before he looked at the grill, "Hnn, g, gotta flip, patties, Mr. Krabs will be furious, I gotta flip-" he said as he pushed himself up and walked to the grill to flip the patties.
"Triple patty supreme.. e, extra barnacle chips and- what was it, what was it, Oh dear, wh, where's the ticket, Squidward will hate me if I don't get this right, and then he'll tell Mr. krabs! and then I'll get fired, and then I won't be able to feed Gary!" he began to panic as he rushed to assemble the patty.
"Son." the officer stepped up to him, having Spongebob scream, "I'M WORKING, I SWEAR!" he cried out before he realized it was just an officer, "Oh, it's just you, I thought you might have been someone important." he sighed, wiping his face before turning back to the grill.
"Son, I'm gonna have you come in for some questioning." he said, and Spongebob looked at him, "Questioning? For what?" he asked, but the man didn't answer, he just glanced at the large amounts of blood on the floor and prep station, and not to mention the sponge himself.
"Can't this wait until after work? We're very busy, and I don't think my boss will let me-" "I'm not asking, Sponge, and from what I know, the Krusty Krab closes at 8." "and?" Spongebob shrugged, I know it should stay open longer, but he wasn't in charge of the hours, yet.
"It's 12 O'Clock in the morning, the Krusty Krab closed four hours ago." he crossed his arms and Spongebob immediately looked up at the clock, "Oh my gosh! I had no idea! Oh, I gotta get home and feed Gary! Oh, I hope he hadn't eaten the sofa again." he hummed as he took off his hat and clocked out and attempted to leave.
"Son, you're not going anywhere, except for down to the police station." he said, and Spongebob just looked at him, he then glanced down at himself, shocked to see himself covered in blood, and so much of it, to think that all of this came from one arm, "Um, do you think I can get changed first?" he asked, but the man didn't answer as the sponge pulled out an outfit from a cabinet.
"Being a fry cook is a messy job, I always keep a spare outfit or two in here." he informed, he sighed, "Can I call Squidward, or Patrick to see if they can check on my snail? Oh, why didn't they tell me." he said as he pulled out his phone to contact them.
Spongebob hummed as he walked out of the kitchen to the boat after hearing a phone ring, seeing that Squidward had left his shell phone under the register, "Awe, he must've left it here by mistake, I'll just give this to him when I get home, and I'll just call Pat, and then we can go to where ever you want to take me, though I still think you should at least buy me dinner first but-" he then burst out laughing, "Oh geez, I'm sorry, I should learn to be more professional." he shook his head as he allowed the man to take him to the cop boat.
Well, I guess this would be a nice place to stop, sorry this took a little longer to finish then I thought, I was re-reading this and was like, yeah it's neat, but I don't want to rush everything ya know, and so i edited a bit of this and well, 2000 or so words later.