Meanwhile, back at the jail.

Patrick was having the best time of his life and the strangler was in hell. They were playing parcheesi again and Patrick was winning again. The stangler slammed his fists down on the table and cried out, " Get me out of heaarrr!"

Patrick smiled. "Hey, you wanna play another round, buddy?"

The strangler got up and clutched the bars. "Heelp. I don't wanna play parcheesi with this pink freak for the rest of liiife!" Tears were streaming down his face.

Patrick got up and hugged the strangler hard. "Hey, it's okay, buddy. Spongebob's not my best friend anymore. You are. We're going to be together. Forever."

At that moment, the strangler felt a lot like Squidward as he went from dark green to bright pink to a deathly purple color.

Back at Patrick's rock

Squidward was still running. He was running round and round Patrick's rock to be exact. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped and looked around.

He looked at his half destroyed house and it brought back memories that he didn't how to feel about anymore. Then he looked at the place where Spongebob's pineapple used to be along with his sacred garden and smiled right before he frowned. Then he jumped up onto Patrick's rock and flopped down onto his back.

He had no idea what to do now except think about a lot of things, especially his past in the Bikini Bottom. He didn't know how long he laid there before letting his eyes wander over to his door that still amazingly stood tall unlike the rest of his house. He noticed something yellow, which gave him a feeling that something was about to change. He ran straight for it, ripped it off the door and began to read.

Dear Squidy old pal

I wanted to tell you that I have a new fiance right now. We are on his private island on a forever vacation. I hope does not get mad at me. I am inviting you to our wedding that is in a few weeks.

Love Spongebob

P.S. I really miss you and will always be here for you even though I will be married to someone else. Even though you hate me, I love you anyways.

Squidward's face turned red and he flipped the note over.

Also the address is 44 Squilliam island of rich and fortune. Located next to karate island.

Squidward thought long and hard and realized something after a while. Only one person could live at that address and it was someone he knew well.

He started to get really mad. Squilliam, that fucked up fool.

At that moment, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and went and got what he needed.

He went to SQUILLIAM'S ISLAND, a new deep voice narrated. The old narrator had died and they had to hire a new one.

…

After getting lost several times, Squidward finally saw the gigantic island. He sailed closer until he got to the shore and the big gate that was now closed and had a lock on it. Fortunately though, there was speaker with a button on it.

Squidward pressed the button and heard Squilliam's easily recognizable voice. "Yes, can I help you?"

Squidward answered back quickly. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. "Hi, I want in."

The voice waited a little while before answering back. "Um, who is this?"

Squidward smiled. "IT'S FROM BUTTERSCOTCH."

When Squilliam answered again, he sounded annoyed as hell. He sighed. "I know it's you Squidward. Now get your ass in here."

The door opened shortly after and Squidward got out of his boat and calmly walked in. When he walked in, the first thing he saw was Spongebob laying on Squilliam in fancy sofa.

Squidward gave Squilliam a friendly smile, ignoring Spongebob for the time being. "Hey, i'm starving. Where's your kitchen dumbass?"

Squilliam answered sounding drunk. His eyes were closed. "Uhhh, it's down the hall, to the left."

"Got it", Squidward said, still acting calm. No one suspected a thing. He didn't feel anything yet, except for hurt that Spongebob hadn't even noticed him.

He walked slowly down the hall, easily finding the kitchen and easily finding knife he wanted. He paused on his way back down the hall. Did he really want to do this? He thought for a moment. Yes. He did.

With newfound confidence, he ran back to the fancy sofa and stabbed Squilliam as hard as he could in the back of the head. Blood smeared everywhere and Squidward and Spongebob both immediately knew that he was dead.

Spongebob did something first. He started to cry out. "SQUILLIAM, NOOOOOOO. WHY SQUIDWARD? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHYYYY?

Squidward finally let his emotions go. "Spongebob, I truly love you, but if I can't have you, NO ONE CAN!

As soon as he said those three words, something in him began to explode. His heart. It wasn't used to feeling so much. This was only the beginning, though. His heart was like a ticking bomb. It only took a second for his whole body to explode, taking Spongebob with it of course.

A minute later

Squidward woke up feeling comfortable in his bed. His eyes opened slowly. Everything felt normal, but he couldn't be sure. He walked over to his window looking out at Spongebob's house. It was there, same as always and he could easily see Spongebob sleeping in it with his jellyfishing net.

Next Squidward glanced over at Patrick's rock, seeing him dragging someone that looked like the strangler on a chain.

Squidward sighed, actually content for once in his life. Well, guess not all of it was a dream.

FIN!

(THE END)